"You people are destroying this world."
They had taken the fledgling down to earth to visit and actual beach, and she had been ecstatic to see the bigger waves clapping up against the sandy shore, looking up to her master with wide hopefully inquisitive eyes he chuckled and nodded to her silent question of permission.
Michael looked down to his side as the little braided head ran past him, watching as the little fledgling ran into the salty waves, and jumped over them as they rolled in.
They sat some ways away, the Messenger breaking off from their quartet to join the fledgling jumping around in the water, watching fondly as the archangel scooped the fledgling up mid jump and she shrieked in excitement as he held her up and waded out deeper into the water.
"She really is the brightest fledgling I know."
Her master nodded at the older archangel, smiling at her happy giggling as she played in the deeper water safely tucked in the Messengers arms, the Healer hummed and leaned back in the sand "I hope someone put sunscreen on her."
"I doubt she'll get burned Raph, Dad loves her too much for that, she'll be fine."
"Right, and when she's crying later because it burns, you can eat your words."
Lucifer sighed heavily and nodded, "I made sure to coat her in it before we came."
Father had done His best to make this day of rest good for everyone involved and had invited the Winchesters and their angel for the gathering on the beach, despite the protests from the little fledgling and her guardians.
They arrived some time later, their beloved Impala breaking the calming silence, and they looked up to the sky as if asking for strength for the next following hours. Hopefully the Messenger could keep their fledgling distracted enough that she paid the three of them just to arrive no mind.
The Winchesters and Castiel set up their place next to them in the sand, settling a large cooler of beer to one side, and a radio blasting classic rock on the other. Dean Winchester was quick in running into the water, something that the Messenger saw and was quick to turn away from to keep the fledgling happy in their playing, and Sam Winchester sat himself on their blanket and pulled a book from his bag next to him.
"Brothers." It was Castiel who tried to start conversation that was unwanted from him, and he seemed offended when they didn't immediately respond.
Lucifer ignored him completely, pointedly watching his fledgling that the uppity seraph had once tried to torture, smiling to himself when Gabriel wrapped his arms around her entirely and gave a soft warning before sending them both under water.
And from next to him, Raphael did much of the same, it had been him to seal up the hole that had nearly been drilled completely into her temple. Him who had listened to her cries as he disinfected it and him who had carried her around for the next hour as she cried herself into sleep. He had nothing to say to the Seraph who was the cause of such a horrid time.
Beside them both, Michael heaved a sigh, and chose to take the higher ground, "Hello, Castiel.", though noticeably did not return the gesture of calling him a brother. There was much Michael was willing to forgive in the name of maintaining peace but attempting to break into a fledglings mind was not one of them.
He was no brother of his.
The seraph tried to make small talk for a few more minutes before it became clear that the Archangel had no real interest and fell silent perched next to the hunter on their blanket.
Akeelah and Gabriel played in the water until nearly half passed three, and then moved to the beach to build a large sandcastle, if the Messenger cheated with his grace, he would never admit to it. Once their grand palace was complete, they washed the sand off in the shallows, and raced one another to the blanket that had been laid out. Gabriel settled in between the Commander and Healer as the little fledgling climbed into her choir master's lap. Lucifer lifted his arms slightly to allow her to get comfortable in his lap, before lowering them again, curling them around her as she leaned back into his chest.
They watched the sun slowly set over the water, Dean Winchester made his way back to their own blanket, and the little fledgling ooh'd and aww'd at the brilliant sunset. The stars soon lit up the night sky and the moon illuminated above the rumbling sea.
"You are going to kill it with all your trash."
The fledgling refused to look at them, instead choosing to follow her masters finger as he pointed out the constellations above them.
"And I will be sad to see it go, but I'll be there to say I told you so."