"I expect to get these back when we are done here.", the Archangel pulled the two daggers just out of the reach of the little hands, bright blue eyes stared up at him, and he received a nod in return to his order before he handed them over. Akeelah smiled at the daggers, gripping them like Nisroc gripped his sword and he himself gripped his own daggers when he used them. I was no secret among the Warriors that he intended to gift those particular daggers to the fledgling when she was old enough to choose her flock under one of the four Archangels, but until then he kept them for safe keeping.
Sam Winchester frowned and looked as though he wanted to attempt to tell him how it was best to raise a fledgling, which was in his favor that he kept it to himself rather then make it known to the world, though it would surely be for the best interest (in the hunters own opinion) it would be an insult to the Archangel who had been around since long before the dawn of man and who had raised countless fledglings starting with the second archangel in existence.
He was well aware in the best interests of raising a little one.
The Prince stood from where he knelt, standing back to his full height, coming to stand at least a head and a half taller then even the tall hunter himself. He made a quick hand gesture and the fledgling curled her fingers into the leg of his pants.
Behind the hunter was the other, and their angel of course, Nisroc had told him of the seraphs attempt to use the fledgling as bait to pull a nest of vampires out from their den, thus when they were called on once more for their aid the Sword of Heaven himself came down instead with the little fledging in tow.
The hunters could not see it, but the seraph surely could, the large wing that curled protectively around the fledglings shoulder. As if he were claiming her as his, a part of their flock, and anyone who dared stand against her stood against him; and that was no position anyone wanted to be in.
"We are ready for this battle and follow your lead."
Sam nodded silently, looking over his shoulder to the other two behind him, Castiel stood straight, a soldier prepared for battle always. His eyes locked with the archangels, Michael jerked his chin upwards in a sign of superiority, and the seraph bowed, though a bit begrudgingly, to the power that came with the oldest Archangel.
Akeelah only aided them, as she did, on the grant of the Archangels good grace and anyone to take advantage of their kindness would feel the wrath of Heaven's most dangerous weapons.