Song listened to: 'Thunder' by Imagine Dragons

"ZAVERIEL YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Gabriel huffed and puffed coming to a stop in front of Michael's training field, the elder archangel chuckled softly as the soldiers whispered amusedly to themselves, stepping away from his amused Captains side to see to the younger Archangel's misfortune.

"Gabriel?' he managed to bite back his own chuckles "Having trouble with that little messenger of yours?"

He huffed again and flipped his older brother the bird. Like he didn't have enough problems on his hands with trying to reign in an overly energetic little shit of a messenger. He was always getting into trouble, some more deadly than others, and he was starting to become slightly annoyed.

Something had set the kid off today, there was something that had managed to get under his skin, and it had made him angry, and Zaveriel angry was not something Heaven was prepared for just yet. It had barely made it through him merely being ticked about an unfair order that had been given.

Before the Messenger, ignoring his amused older brother, jumped into the sky instead. Despite how fast his second was, there was no competition between them, he was still faster in flight.

Gabriel stopped an hour later scratching his head and looking around, trying to pin the troublesome youngling without having to fly all over hells half-acre again.

"Luci have you seen my Lieutenant?"

The blonde archangel exchanged a look with Michael at the question, shaking his head in tune with the other, crossing his arms slightly as he leaned forward. Hearing that the little messenger was missing was not news that normally made its way around. Below them, in the training field, the warriors in the front stopped their motions as they turned to whisper to one another.

Zaveriel was a special angel, outside of the hierarchy, starting out under the Healer's tutelage originally, and then choosing to be sorted into the Messenger's charge, and then fell under Michael during the war, he was an opponent that could hold his own against nearly anyone. And though he had a long-standing temper, it could still be boiled over, and with the skill he possessed it was in no ones favor for it to do so.

And his attitude and temperament made him a commonality among the other classes.

"No little brother, I have not seen the runt. Why?"

"He's mad."

Michael and Lucifer exchanged looks again as if trying to make sure that the other had heard the Messenger clearly, and when none made the move to say anything different on the matter, they turned back.

This was more worrisome then they had first assumed.

"He's mad?"

"Yep."

"About what, might we ask?"

Gabriel shrugged, "Hell if I know."

That only made them exchange looks again, there was not a lot that could set that particular angel off in a rage, even less that could send him off without anyone knowing. They each tried to think of something but there was nothing that was easy coming. Zaveriel was a mystery to all of them on the best of days, and a complete stranger on the worst, it could have been absolutely anything.

Lucifer hummed as he thought, trying his hardest to come up with something that might send him off like this, there was not many that Zaveriel was honestly close to; the only few who came to mind were Paul and little Akeelah, and perhaps a few others. As much of a commonality as he was among the others, he had few of what he considered friends, and even fewer of what he considered a close friend.

That's when it hit him.

"Gadreel. He's always been close to Gadreel."

Gabriel paled and turned to look up at his older brother, "Castiel and the Winchesters did some not so nice things to our dear Gatekeeper."

This had gone from bad to worse, if what had happened was what they were sure was happening, then this just went ten degrees south in a heartbeat. Zaveriel was a special kind of angel; he knew most of the herbs that could be used to poison someone without them having a chance to stay it, he was quick and agile, and had the fight in him that nearly all the Power's had in them. He was one to watch for when in a foul mood, and he had disappeared, slipped completely from the safety of their grasp.

Gadreel and Zaveriel had always been close, friends, the best of friends. They had met in the Infirmary and hit it off right away, despite one being a healer and the other a warrior, their differences only made their friendship stronger. Zaveriel was his most trusted friend and Gadreel was the others most valued.

They had always been close.

"You don't think...?"

"I wouldn't put it passed him. You remember how Zachariah was when he'd found out what he'd done to Joshua."

They exchanged looks one last time and took off in record speed in hopes of getting to them before he did.

Zaveriel was dangerous when in a good mood, but he was deadly when in a bad one, and Father was innately fond of those particular three that only He knew the reasons for.