Lady Alseroen walked onto the stage and turned to face the crowed. "Apologies for not updating, right now I have a period where there are no exams that I need to study for intensively, so here is the long awaited chapter. I basically just wrote this all today from 2 pm until now which is..." She looked at her phone, "9:31 pm. Hope you enjoy it."

With that she made a hasty escape to another dimension, so that she could update another story. Then she appeared again "Its 8:29 am the next day, thanks for pointing out the errors, please continue to do so and tell me which word it is and how it's spelt correctly. Thank you again." with that said she quickly left again.

Chapter V

Uriel checked the list of ingredients for the umpteenth time, making sure that he had the right ones. He looked at the drawing as he grabbed the chalk, he nodded then he grabbed the book and began tracing the lines that he needed for the ritual.

"This had better work. I hate the fact that Azrael is unprotected." He muttered as he worked. Next he began mixing the ingredients, making a watery solution that he placed in the very centre of the chalk drawing.

"Right, now for the incantation." He said as he read it in the book. "Is this how Az always feels when he does a ritual?" Uriel asked out loud, feeling self-conscious. "Because if it is then I don't know how he stands it."

"Konei tukua e ahau te Wha nga mea o te pouri, me nga mea Whitu o te hara i to ratou whare herehere ki te mahi ki to ratou Kaiwhakaako, e toku teina, Azrael te anahera o te mate, me te Magic. Kia murua ratou mo ta ratou e mea ai, kahore hes aroaro ki te ata ia ratou." Uriel chanted.

At the entrances to the prisons of the Seven Sins and the Four Horsemen doorways appeared out of thin a, the aforementioned being looked at the doors that had appeared before they moved and stepped out, creating their own vessels as they exited their prisons.

"We shall find you Master, and may the Primals help those that have harmed you." They said at the same time but they where miles apart.

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Azrael shot up out of bed as he felt the wave of power that had passed over the house. After he and Gabriel had talked a bit more both had gone to bed with Gabriel sleeping with the Death Angel, not willing to let Azrael out of his sight.

Gabriel stirred and sat up. "what's wrong Az?" He questioned.

"I don't exactly know, a wave of power just passed through the house but it had no ill intentions." He said before a shiver went down his spine making him look around cautiously. "And I think that someone was just talking about me and not in a friendly way."

"Does it involve a hospital?" Gabriel asked with a bit of mirth in his voice.

Azrael turned and glared at his mate. "Yes it most likely does, and watch it we just found each other and you're already cruising for the couch." Azrael said.

Gabriel nodded quickly, there was no way he was going to be booted onto the couch before Lucifer, he would wait until the Dom had been kicked out before he went and did something to warrant the same punishment, he just wanted the satisfaction of lasting longer than the other.

The next morning Azrael was in the kitchen cooking, whilst Gabriel was sitting at the island in the middle drinking a cup of coffee, when Sam and Dean walked in.

"So what's for breakfast?" Dean asked as he sat down opposite Gabriel.

"Full English." Azrael replied as he checked the bacon.

Gabriel watched as his Sub navigated the kitchen expertly, he smiled as he remembered the taste of some of the dishes that he had cooked for him and Lucifer, they were all delicious. He didn't care if some thought that it was disgusting eating recipes that had their origins in Death's realm, they were so good that he didn't care, nor did Lucifer.

Sam and Dean watched Gabriel as he stared at Azrael entranced, they glanced at each other.

"Dude, he's whipped." Dean muttered to his brother lowly, Sam nodded in agreement.

"Thought I wonder who's the one that has the most control over the relationship." Sam asked Dean, who shrugged.

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Michael glanced up as Castiel entered his office, personally he didn't know what to think of this particular Seraph, but he knew that if there was one Angel that Azrael would accept into the admittedly small Archangel ranks this would be one of the Angels that would get the hono, whilst others like Zachariah would be put down immediately, they didn't need his ego getting g any bigger than it was at the very moment.

"Archangel Michael." Castiel greeted bowing his head.

Michael just looked at the angel with a raised eyebrow, he knew that Castiel was normally quiet and rarely got involved in anything and this showed that the matter was at least semi-important.

"Yes Seraph Castiel? What do you need?" He questioned as he sat back after he had closed the folder on his desk so that the other occupant of the room wouldn't be able to see the contents.

"When is the Archangel Azrael scheduled to come back? I heard the news and I was curious, and if I may state there are several others that are as curious about that as well." Castiel asked respectfully.

Michael sighed. "He will return when he's ready, I suspect that he will be dragged to Death's Realm before he will be allowed to come here." He said as he looked out of the window.

Castiel nodded, he then looked around the other Angels office and saw that it was a bit disorganized.

"The Demons not being cooperative?" the Seraph asked.

Michael laughed. "No they are not, it seems that they knew about Azrael's return before we did, as Alistair has ignored any of my attempts to set up a meeting, with the excuse that he had other more important things to do." He stated." Now I know that was code to say 'Sorry can't meet right now I'm too busy watching Azrael live a human life, to make sure that he doesn't do anything stupid.'" Michael continued after a second of thought.

Castiel smiled a bit as the Archangel relaxed, he was happy that the higher Angels trusted him enough to relax around him. "It was amusing watching you get pissed off when a messenger demon came and told you that Alistair was currently unavailable." He said with amusement. "Those times were always funny." Castiel admitted.

"I'm glad that my tantrums were amusing to some." Michael said derisively. "When Dean Winchester makes a deal you will raise him form perdition, after that I want you to stick around and watched Azrael.

Castiel nodded. "What do I say when he accuses me of staying on that fact that you don't have faith in his abilities to take care of himself?" the Seraph asked.

"Tell him that I do have faith in his abilities to defend himself but that I worry since he doesn't have his Grace currently." Michael responded as he turned back to the Angel.

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The Horsemen Death looked at his three brothers War, Famine and Conquest; they had been released by someone close to their Master. But the question was who.

They knew that it could have been Lucifer but he was currently looked up in his prison, punishing himself for the belief that he had failed their Master, Gabriel probably as they currently had no idea where he was, but he was clearly somewhere that was not Heaven or Hell.

Uriel their Masters confidant and friend was a likely candidate as he had access to one of three books that had several rituals that one could use to free them, but then again he was a rule abiding Angel he wouldn't release them unless his orders had him out of options.

Then there were the ones that were in the Primal Death's Realm, but there the knowledge was public knowledge, and no one would dare do it unless it was beneficial to the Primal s wishes or it was done with the intention of protecting his son Azrael.

Really there were many that would do the deed but there were a variety of reasons that they were struck of the list.

"Let's focus on finding Master Azrael, and leave the 'who let us out' for latter." Conquest said as he turned and moved to the white Bugatti Veyron that his stead had taken the form of.

The others glanced at each other as Conquest walked away.

"He does have a point. Master Azrael does take priority." Famine reasoned, making the other nod.

"Then let's split up and find him." War said as he moved to his red '65 Ford Mustang Fastback.

Famine got into his car, a black Cadillac Escalade, before he turned back to the others. "Once one of us finds Master send out a signal and we will make our way to their location." He said before he turned and drove off.

"Well I'll head to Rivers Pass, Colorado and see if I can catch the Masters attention." War said as he got into his car.

"I'll keep an eye on the angel to make sure that they don't interfere." Death said as he got into his pale white 1959 Cadillac Series 62 coupe, after that the ones still present separated and began their own search.

FDFDFDFD

Azrael hummed as he did the paperwork that his Padre, Death, had sent him. He couldn't believe that even without his grace he still had to do paperwork, this was so not in the deal.

He thought that when he had fallen that he wouldn't have to do paperwork when he remembered but apparently his Padre hated doing paperwork as much as every mortal and immortal being in the universe.

"I can't believe that Death just sent you some paperwork without checking to see if you were fine with doing the work." Gabriel said as he watched Azrael make his way through the paperwork at a steady pace.

Azrael sighed. "He knew that I would have said no if he had asked, as all I want to do is catch up with you and tell you about the lives that I have lead." He replied as he sat back and ran his hand through his hair with his eyes closed. "I'm so getting back at him for this as I don't remember agreeing to do paperwork once I remembered." He grumbled.

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you fell willingly and made it apart of the agreement." Gabriel retorted in amusement.

Azrael shot his Sub-Dom a look." Oh yeah laugh it up. I'll be the one laughing when Michael heaps so much paperwork on you that you won't be able to carry it without using magic to make it feather light." He retorted hotly as he git back to work.

"Now, now Emerara Mate there's no need to be so cruel." Gabriel said as he regretted saying anything, he knew that if Lucifer had been there he would have been laughing at his misfortune.

"Oh and why's that you were practically rubbing the fact that you don't have to do paperwork in my face!" Azrael said, you could tell that his temper was begging to flare.

"No I wasn't all I was doing was pointing out the flaws in the agreement between you and your Fathers." Gabriel responded quickly.

Sam and Dean watched as Azrael glared at Gabriel.

"Nice save!" Dean whistled, gaining Azrael's attention making Gabriel wince.

"And you!" Azrael exclaimed. "What do you think you're doing eavesdropping on other peoples conversations!" Azrael yelled at Dean before he turned to Sam. "And I thought you had enough common sense to not eavesdrop, obviously your brothers behavior is rubbing off on you!"

"Hey I came to make sure that Dean didn't do anything stupid!" Sam defended himself, at the same time interrupting Azrael, the youngest Winchester saw that the man was stressed.

Azrael looked at Sam before he sighed. "Sorry guys that wave of power seems to have affected me more than I thought, I'm not normally this high strung." He apologized looking down at the floor.

Translation:

Konei tukua e ahau te Wha nga mea o te pouri, me nga mea Whitu o te hara i to ratou whare herehere ki te mahi ki to ratou Kaiwhakaako, e toku teina, Azreal te anahera o te mate, me te Magic. Kia murua ratou mo ta ratou e mea ai, kahore hes aroaro ki te ata ia ratou = I hereby release the Four creatures of darkness and the Seven beings of sin from their prison to serve their Master, my brother, Azrael the Angel of Death and Magic. May they be forgiven for what they did without he's presence to calm them.

Emerara Mate = Emerald Death (Maori)