He rushed the seraph with a quickness only messengers could be known for, twin daggers taking capture of his neck; one from behind and one under the chin, eyes their own weapon from how sharp his glare was.
"You wouldn't dare. Not with us having Father's favor."
The young man growled dangerously, digging his blade in deeper despite the rumble of thunder that echoed around them in the clearing. His friends were help back at sword point, two of the others keeping them in place, and the messenger grinned at the challenge.
"How much do you wanna bet He favors me more then you?" the messenger looked spitefully at him "Don't think He doesn't know what you tried to do to His youngest."
Castiel reached for his own blade, and the edge of the dagger dug sharply into the skin of his neck, causing him to hiss at the pain from it. Zaveriel's biggest strategy was fooling everyone around him, he had them all fooled with his carefree attitude, his joking manner, and under it all he was just as deadly as the Captain Power. You didn't know he had struck you until he was watching you fall to your knees.
"I heard what you did to my friend."
He snarled lowly, digging his blade in deep enough to draw blood from the edge, and maneuvered them in such a way that the seraph was forced to his knees, despite his attempts in avoidance. Still though, he fell down, kneeling before the enraged messenger.
"That traitor caused this all."
"You know nothing, you silly little foot soldier, nothing of what you speak."
"He had blood on his hands."
Thunder rumbled again, but Zaveriel dug his blade in deeper, "I'm about to have more on mine." The ground rumbled under them, through slightly off balance, but he recovered too quick for the other to gain any semblance of upper hand. "And what of yours? Their stained red with the blood of our family. Of innocents. Gadreel makes mistakes, but he owns up to them, unlike you. You self-righteous bastard."
"Zaverial, release him."
He ignored the voice, but Castiel looked over his shoulder at it, and his eyes widened in surprise. The messenger seemed surprised when another hand joined his, large fingers, a ring curled around the ring finger and thumb, curling around his and pulling the dagger back swiftly without so much as nicking the seraphs wounded neck.
"When I tell you to do something, you best do it, with haste." He went ignored for a moment as his capturer turned their attention to the side "Kushiel, Kariel, release them at once."
It took him a moment to place the voice, and when he did, he whined loudly, "Daaaaad!"
"Don't you 'Dad' Me, young one." The young messenger whined when large fingers curled around his ear, "What have I told you about attacking others unprovoked?"
"Please, it was hardly unprovoked."
Those fingers tugged at his ear "What was that?"
"I said I'm sorry Daddy."
It sounded as though He was trying to hold back a chuckle "That's what I thought I heard you say."
"Are you kidding me!" Dean Winchester threw his hands in the air "He almost killed us! Punish him! Do something!"
He favored them, He truly did, but He was not one to be told how to raise His children.
"He has a kind heart, though sometimes it be clouded by anger," He shot a pointed glance at His young son "But he lets it guide him. I would never have allowed him to act on it. And worry you not, he will be punished for this." Zaveriel gulped wincing at the tugging on his ear when he turned to look at his Father "Oh, indeed he will be."