"Please clam yourself, Dean! I promise we are not here to hurt you!" Michael said trying to placate Dean.

However this was not working especially when Dean's mind was going into overload on the fact that the Devil that tried to take over his brother's body and make it his meat suit, as well as the man that had threatened his life and crushed Dean's spirit was also the voice that he was attracted to. Dean could do nothing more than scream out his fear, frustrations, and utter stupidity at thinking he was ever safe anywhere.

While Dean was trying to get away from both archangels, he had inadvertently fallen off the bed. And, seeing as Dean had just recovered his ability to both see and hear he had forgotten that he was still completely immobile from the waist down. (A fact that Dean would usually like to forget because that meant that he needed constant baths to wash down there.)

Having fallen off the bed he began to pull himself away from the brothers as far away as he could with what little strength he had in his arms. He had collided with a wall and began to push himself up into a corner. He curled as far as he could and tried to make himself as small as possible, and maybe hoping that this was all just a bad dream and it would end soon. But, Dean knew this couldn't be a dream or Sammy or maybe an alarm clock he had set would have woken him up by now. Yes, this was all too real, much too real for Dean to handle.

Dean began to breath in quick, ragged breathes. He was panicking, like he hadn't done since he came back from Hell. Although, this had to be about a thousand times worse.

'Why couldn't I just have died when that wendigo got me?!'

While Michael and Lucifer were trying to get closer to Dean to try to make him calm down a bit. They soon learned it was useless seeing as how each time they tried Dean would curl further into himself if that was even possible. Michael had taken to trying to say soothing words to get Dean to understand that they were not here to hurt him and that they needed him to go back to bed since he was still unwell. Lucifer merely stayed back and held up his hands as if he was surrendering, but this was to show dean that he had no weapons to further convince him that they had no desire to hurt Dean.

During all this commotion the front door to the house opened and closed with a light 'click'. The archangels looked behind them and saw someone that should have not been returning 'till tomorrow. That's when Dean heard it. A voice that was asking what the hell was going on and why Dean was out of bed, and why he was scared out of his wits. Dean not knowing what else to do cried out to his primary caretaker and now savior.

"H-H-Hel-p! m-m-m-mee!"

Swift and heavy strides were made over to Dean, then Chuck began to circle his arms around Dean. Dean feeling his panic lessens grabbed onto Chuck for dear life. Chuck picked up Dean and led him over to the bed and softly set him down. When Dean knew now that he was safe, although he didnt know exactly why. I mean Chuck was just Chuck; he couldn't possibly handle two archangels could he? But, Dean decided that since that both angels had quickly been silenced by Chuck's entrance he wasn't going to question it. When Dean had decided that he also took that opportunity to faint.

"...what...left him...trusted you..."

"...didn't think...panic...sorry..."

Muffled voices are what arose Dean back to consciousness. The voices seemed to be arguing, and it sounded like Chuck was yelling at Michael. Well that was a surprise, since it sounded like Michael was being properly scolded like he was a child. That thought made Dean chuckle a bit. Now determined to see this sight, began to gently open his eyes. And the sight before him almost wanted to laugh out loud, or faint once again.

It was gangly Chuck Shurley yelling and looking down at Michael and Lucifer who were bowing their heads and were sitting on their knees. They seemed to be very ashamed of themselves at what Chuck was holding them responsible for.

Mid rant Chuck turned to look over at Dean and immediately made his way to Dean's side. He took up Dean's hand and held it carefully. Michael and his brother had trailed behind Chuck slowly as if they were approaching a frightened animal. Dean flinched slightly as they came closer though despite how they seemingly gradually took steps towards him.

Trying to take in the fact that Chuck was somehow here and looked to be the boss of two of the most feared creatures in creation it didn't take Dean too long to figure at that Chuck was really...

"God."

Chuck gave Dean a warm smile and nodded his head, "Hello Dean."

There were so many questions swirling around in Dean's head. Why did God hate his family? Why did he hate him? Why did he 'curse' his family with the bloodline? Why? Why? WHY?!

Dean tried to quell his raging mind and assured himself that he would ask those questions later. Right now he needed to ask the big picture questions. He looked to Chuck or rather God with a decisive look.

"Why are they...out of the Cage?"

God turned to look at his son, then back at Dean.

"Because, there is something that they need to accomplish and they can't do that if they're both trapped in Hell."

God didn't look like he was about to get any more specific so Dean just moved onto the next question.

"W-Where have you been?"

"Oh, I never left Heaven. I just...masked my presence so to speak so that none of my children could find me if they tried looking."

"Why?"

"Are you asking why I let all this horrible stuff happen while I was still in the building?"

Dean nodded his head.

"I was testing the loyalty of my sons and daughters. I was testing to see if they had any real love for their human brethren. And as it turned out, they didn't. Which I had expected, but was disappointed by the outcome none the less."

Behind God the brothers once again put their head down in shame.

"What about when they fell?"

"Ah, yes. When Metatron threw my children out of Heaven like last week's lunch meat then tried to proclaim himself the new 'God'. I had thought of intervening but decided against it. I saw it as a good way to teach my angels a lesson, but they disappointed me once again when they began to kill each other off. I thought they would at least have more love towards one another."

"We're sorry, Father." Michael said expressing true remorse for his past actions.

"I am sorry as well." Lucifer chimed in. He believed that no apology could fix what he had done but he was going to truly try and make amends for what he had done to the humans and his Father.

God waved them off, "No need for apologies. Anything that you boys did, was not something that I already knew was going to happen."

Dean was trying to soak up all this information, that had he had just been told. It seemed so unfair and without reason before, in fact it still kind of did. What kind of father just leaves his children and expects them not to freak out? And why didn't he try to help his children? I mean they were killing each other!

Dean heaved out a sigh. His life was obviously getting a do over so he wanted to do something that would really mark itself on the world.

He looked over to God, Michael and Lucifer.

"I want to start a business. A hunting business. And you're all going to help me."