LOL! Hey guys! I couldnt resist! Big brother was not happy! Crowley crossed a line that he shouldn't have crossed. No one touches his baby brother and gets away with it.

He didn't look like much, nothing to be frightened of, and silently he cursed himself for agreeing to take on lackeys who were spineless curds. He was going to torture every single one of them. Strengthen them up. Make them not scare so easy and if that didn't work he'd just kill them. There was no need for a follower who didn't know how to stand for themselves. There was nothing to be frightened of, he wasn't much, skinny but toned, nothing much.

"Well now, what have we here?"

The man eyed him carefully, sizing him up carefully, calculating him.

"I don't think we've met long enough for you to look me over like that. Do you know who I am?"

He snorted and Crowley bit down on his tongue to keep himself upright for the moment.

"Do you know who I am?"

Crowley eyed him closely, smiling to himself, "And who might you be?"

He smiled, laying a few fingers on the soft glowing band around his wrist, "Luci wake up now, tell me what he did to you."

The self proclaimed king of hell felt his breath hitch in his throat, his eyes widening just a fraction at just who it was before him, he could feel the power now that he focused on it. The power of a raging storm. It felt like Chuck but he knew it wasn't Him. Close. But not Him. His eyes followed his hand to the band around his wrist, the glowing intensified slightly, whatever it was waking from its slumber.

"Come on, up at it now, project yourself, show big brother what's been done to you."

There was a soft glow, the band emanated its own light, a beam flashed. Illuminated by the glow he so gave off was a version of Lucifer he had never seen before, don't ask him how he knew it was the fallen archangel, he just did. He assumed it was a projection of his true form, close to the appearance of Nick, hair longer though and curling at the ends. More of an auburn blonde compared to Nick's dirty blonde. He was like a mixture of Sam Winchester and Nick. Tall but not as tall as the other man was, his eyes shined red, like rubies, they were mesmerizing to stare into.

He was hiding behind the others shoulder, hands ghosting over his arm, not really touching him as he wasn't really there.

"I believe you have met my baby brother, but I don't think we have had the pleasure."

Crowley opened his mouth, then closed it, and opened it again, "Michael."

He held up a hand to silence the demon before he could speak again, turning his head slightly to watch his baby brother, "Luci show me what he did."

The shorter one stepped away from his older brother and Michael followed his movements, eyes tracking his every movement, the ethereal figure stopped in front of the table. Crowley was sentimental, he hoped that someone over looked something and he got his toy back, it would be his downfall.

"What did he do with the table Luci, show big brother," his eyes sparked lightly when he touched the straps that had clearly been replaced, "He put you in the straps?"

Crowley yelped as he was tugged forward, slammed into the table, and the straps curled around his wrists and ankles locking him in place. Michael shushed him sternly and turned his attention back towards the other angel. His form flickered slightly and he touched a hand to his wrist to comfort him.

"I know its a strain but it'll do you some good to expand yourself. You can sleep more when big brother is done."

Lucifer nodded softly.

"Now tell me what he did. Show big brother."

Lucifer pointed to the electric chair in the corner and Michael's eyes sparked again. He'd electricuted his baby brother. Crowley had made an enemy of him this day. He was going to show him the same exact tortures he'd inflicted on his dearest brother. Crowley was creative, Michael would give him that, but he had nothing on him.

"He electricuted you?"

Michael touched a finger to the table sending volts upon volts through the metal table and Crowley's body. The demon jolted and spasmed, screaming and foaming at the mouth. Lucifer peered around him, locking eyes with his once captor, and if he didn't look oh so smug about this turn of events.

"What else baby brother?"

Big brother was kicking ass.

He turned and cringed as he took sight of the IV line and tugged at Michael's shirt, or would have, had he been solid, but the grace form wrapped around the elder archangels form pulsed in his nerves. Michael let go of the table and Crowley's body came to stand still, his shaking halting, and he pet his fingers over the band. Lucifer smiled in favor, clearly liking the feeling, and pointed at the IV drip.

Michael narrowed his eyes at it and sniffed the air. He knew that smell anywhere, bending to pick up the IV port on the ground he gave a sigh breathing in heavily.

"You put Holy Oil into his veins? You think you're creative don't you? You think you're big playing these games don't you?", he gave the demon a smile and bit into his wrist drawing the golden blood of the Archangels, "Why don't I show you real pain demon."

He forced the demons mouth open and let the bood from his wrist drip into his mouth. Michael watched carefully, making sure to keep his mouth shut, and stroked down his throat to force him to swallow.

"Do you know what the blood of an Archangel does to a demon? I do. You think it's funny to destabilize my baby brother's core, thats a painful experience for it to restabilize, I will show you true pain."

It felt like he was burning on the inside, a slow start, smoldering, then it progressed to something excruciating.

"You burned his feathers and stabbed his shoulders with his blade."

Crowley was jolting, screaming, it was unbearable. He had never met the oldest Archangel before, and part of him had figured that the history between the two of them would keep him out of it. It was no secret that Michael and Lucifer weren't what they used to be.

Michael forced him to look up, fingers digging into his chin hard enough to draw blood, "You have made a grave mistake going after my Baby Brother. Made an enemy of me today Crowley and I am not someone you want as your enemy."

He left him there, screaming, burning, struggling on the table in favor of turning back to the flickering form of his younger brother.

"Ok Luci, you did good showing big brother so he could punish the one who wronged you, now let go. Go back to sleep little one."

Lucifer smiled and nodded, fading out completely, the band on his arm pulsed once and he wrapped his hand around it, twining his own grace with his baby brother.

"There you go.", little brother out for the count again Michael peered over his shoulder at the demon, "Don't ever let me catch you coming after my brothers and sisters again, this was nothing."

"What's he doing?"

Chuck looked up from His book to look at the hunter, but Sam was focused on Michael and the glowing form of Lucifer, His eyes turned from the hunter to His children.

"Lucifer's core was unstable, Michael is helping him regain his control again, it takes focus and expanding himself. It leaves him exhausted but its helping."

They watched; Michael seated on the edge of the couch, his hands hovering around Lucifer's see through glowing ones. A ball of pure energy was in between their hands, pure light, it was a sight to see. Mystifying and enthralling.

"His core?"

"Yes, every angel has a core, the Archangel's have the four Main cores, Lucifer was ice. Michael fire. Gabriel water. And Raphael air."

Sam nodded, "So that why he's.."

"Yes. Because of your friend Crowley, Lucifer was running a fever, he's hanging around with Michael becuase his older brohter is taking that extra heat from him. Honestly, it's doing them both some good. Michael's always had a soft spot for his younger siblings. Having to care for his younger brother is showing him the right path again."

He smiled when Lucifer curled into his brother on the couch, able to hold this form longer then before, and Michael pet his fingers through his light auburn hair.

"Besides, it's cute, I mean look at them."