Lady Alseroen walked onto the stage with a radiant smile as she dodges a One Ring seeking missile launched by one of the readers. "I finally finished the second chapter! In that chapter I have set up chapter IX so I know what I need to write in it, i hope you have patients to spare to wait for it!"

With that she turned and hurried off the stage.

Chapter VII

Lucifer glared out of the bars of his cage, he hated the fact that he wasn't on Earth making the humans pay for killing his beloved Sub, but he guessed that being trapped did have some uses. It gave one time to think and plan, go over the details thoroughly and make millions of back up plans for the plans that he had made and also some for said back up plans.

Once he was done with the worthless humans he would finally rest and mourn Azrael's death, he wondered where Gabriel was and what he was doing, but he quickly came to the conclusion that he was of somewhere mourning for their Sub.

He also wondered if his Sub had been reincarnated as a human and if his grace was locked into some object by the humans, but he doubted that as the humans were a power hungry sort that couldn't be reasoned with.

It didn't matter he would still make them pay for killing Azrael, even if he was reincarnated, that wouldn't stop him from presenting an empty world for his Sub to shape into whatever he wanted it to become, but that was only if he was reincarnated.

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God watched as Azrael worked with thinly veiled amusement at the Archangel's methods to get the brothers and his Sub-Dom to work together. He didn't turn when a Daemon appeared behind him, nor when said being came closer to take a look at what was entertaining him so.

"He's having fun."Alistair said after he had been observing the Angel that they both loved. "Even if his Papa gave him a huge pile of paper work to work through."

"That is true." God said, before he turned and gave the Daemon a look.

"What?" Alistair asked when he saw the look that he was getting from the other being.

"I see that you are ignoring the summons that Michael keeps on sending." God said. "His reaction still amuses me."

Alistair's eyes widened in surprise and apprehension, he hadn't expected God to keep an eye what was happening between Heaven and Hell.

"Well I've been busy every time he has asked for a meeting." Alistair replied the unasked question as calmly as he could.

"Busy?" God asked as he raised an eyebrow. "With what? Watching your favorite Angel?"

Alistair blushed a bit, he may be the lead torturer in Hell and the leader of the other Daemons but when it came down to God asking the questions you would be surprised at how easy He could make even the most twisted feel embarrassed, the only other with the ability was Azrael.

"Well, he needs someone to look out for him." Alistair said. "Besides throughout this life there have been a lot of souls that have condemned themselves to a couple centuries on my personal rack for what they did to him."

God shock his head at the fact that the leader of Daemons was overprotective of an Angel and an Archangel at that.

"Well at least I know where your loyalties lie." God said as he turned back to observe his son.

"Oh and where would that be?" Alistair questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"They lie with Azrael." God replied without even turning to look at the Daemon.

Alistair just shrugged. "He had my loyalty the first time that we spoke, he's smart and knows more about the cosmic balance than any of the other Angels, which I would like to point out some are a bunch of stuck up assholes."

God threw the Daemon a look. "They are still my children, even if I happen to agree with you."

"HA! So you don't deny it!" Alistair crowed in delight.

God just sighed in exasperation.

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Far away from civilization in a forest that had yet to be touched by civilization, nor will it ever be if the one that created it had any say in the matter.

In the very center of the forest was a clearing in which grew the great Silaren tree, at this tree all of the animals that had been created by Azrael's grace gathered, they had prepared themselves to protect the tree that held the Grace of the one that had created them.

They had a silent understanding that they wouldn't attack each other, their creator and his Grace came first and the spats between them came second.

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Azrael twitched.

He was starting to get annoyed with his Sub-Dom and the brothers fighting, he could hardly concentrate on the paperwork that his Papa had dumped on him.

"SILENCE!" Azrael screamed when he couldn't take the fighting anymore, the scream echoed through the house silencing anyone that was talking. "I'm trying to work and you lot are distracting me."

Gabriel, Dean and Sam eyed Azrael warily. Gabriel knew that his Sub had no problem getting back at them if it came to it, he knew that the brothers would get off with only a warning whilst he on the other hand was sure to get kicked onto the couch. This thought made him turn and glare at the brothers, swearing that if he did get the couch they would know his displeasure intimately.

Sam glanced at the Archangel that he and his brother had been fighting with and saw the glare that he was directing at them, making him flinch. Sam was resolved to make sure that he and his brother were the ones to bear the full punishment as they had started the fight in the first place.

Dean had tensed when Azrael had screamed he knew that he was in the shit now but he would be damned if he didn't take the pesky Archangel/trickster with him if he fell, but that went out of the window when he saw the look on his brothers face and nearly groaned out loud.

"Azrael I'm sorry if our fight made you unable to concentrate, but it wasn't Gabriel's fault my brother and I started it knowing full well that you were doing paperwork." Sam said before anyone could speak.

Azrael just stared at Sam in curious manner, wondering what his motives were, and then he glanced at Gabriel and Dean. Gabriel was glaring at the brothers whilst Dean looked as if he could actually kill his younger brother.

"And why would you take the blame from Gabriel's shoulders?" Azrael asked as he sat back in his chair. Right at this moment he was in his 'Ruler of the armies of the Dead, Son of the Primal's Death and Magic' persona, which meant that authority and power were flowing from him in slow but steady waves.

Gabriel really wished that Lucifer was with them as he could go for a bit of 'hibernation' with both of his mates. Damn and to think I managed to abstain for this long. Gabriel thought as he watched his mate with lust filled eyes.

The Winchester brothers then noticed the absent mind of the Archangel that they were trying to make sure didn't get punished, when they saw that look in his eyes both steeped away and to the side giving him a semi-clear path to the temporarily Graceless Angel that was sitting behind the table.

"I think it would be a good time to leave." Dean whispered to Sam, who nodded in agreement.

"You're not leaving yet." Azrael said. "Gabriel whatever your thinking will have to wait until the last of the trio is here."

Gabriel pouted at that, he hadn't had any loving for a very long time. But then again what the Sub said is what the Sub would get; even if that meant that he had to have a chronic case of blue balls, he just prayed that Lucifer would hurry up and get out of that cage.

Sam and Dean just froze where they stood, they had started to walk stealthily towards the nearest door but obviously they hadn't been quite enough. Both turned to the irritated graceless Archangel cautiously.

"Whilst I think that you are brave trying to take the blame for starting the fight it was partially Gabriel's fault as he was the one that pranked you, Gabriel I have to admit that the prank was amusing but you could have done it when I wasn't working like over the weekend." Azrael said sighing.

The door banged open at that moment making them jump and turn towards the origin of the sound, a minute passed as they waited in tense silence to see who it was that had just come through the front door.

"Are ya idjits going to help me or what?" the voice of Bobby Singer rang through the house, relaxing its occupants a touch. Sam looked at Dean, who looked at Azrael, who looked at Gabriel, who in turn turned to Sam.

"What?" Sam asked when he noticed that the Archangel was looking at him.

"Go and find out whether or not it's really Singer." Gabriel stated simply.

"There's no way that I'm doing that! Dean can do it!" Sam protested, causing Dean to turn to his brother in disbelief.

"Why does it have to be me? Why can't it be the Trickster?" the eldest Winchester asked.

"Well it can't be me as I have no idea on how he normally acts and I'd rather stay with Az." Gabriel answered.

"Ditto but I'd rather stay with Gabriel." Azrael said as he crossed his arms.

"You're the elder brother, which means you have to protect me, i.e. you always get to go first." Sam said. Gabriel and Azrael glanced at each other and shrugged, the younger Winchester's logic was pretty sound.

Dean huffed before he turned and walked into the hallway.

"Hello Bobby!" Dean said with a ton of false cheer. "How's everything going?"

"Just help me ya idjit." Bobby grumbled. A moment later the sound of water and salt hitting skin rang out, for another moment there was no noise before. "DEAN!" Dean ran into the dining room and jumped behind Azrael's chair.

"Yep he's normal." Dean said once he was hiding behind the graceless Archangel.

"Why are you hiding behind me?" Azrael asked.

"Umm" Dean said. "Because Gabriel won't let anyone with mal-intent anywhere near you?" At that Azrael paused before he took in the protective stance that said Archangel had in front of him.

"Point." Azrael conceded.

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"I hate this." War grumbled as he sat on his steed that had taken the form of a car.

"You're not the only one War." Pestilence, i.e. Conquest, rebuked.

"Where are the Seven Idiots? They should be here by now!" Famine complained.

"Patients brothers. I already have the general location that our Master is in, let's find out what the Seven want and continue our search." Death reasoned as he leaned against his car.

"Alright, but if they aren't here in five minutes, I'm going to hunt them down and give them a lesson on being on time when one calls a meeting." Famine ranted as he opened the door to his car and sat in the seat.

Fathers of my father please bless me with sufficient patients to wait for the Seven, I fear that I'm in danger of killing the only agreeable siblings that I have. Death prayed as he looked to the sky, hoping beyond hope that his prayer was answered and he had enough patients.

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God looked at the son of Azrael as he prayed and saw his predicament, in his desperation he had prayed to not only him but the Primal of Death as well.

God hummed in thought before he decided that the reason for the prayer wasn't that big nor was the gift that he was asking for, so he blessed that Horseman of Death with a little bit more of patients.

Now it's up to you Primal of Death. God thought as he watched the Four just sit there, Death was waiting as patiently as he could, Famine sat in his car playing a game online, War was looking through 'History of War: Armaments', whilst Pestilence listened to some music.

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The Primal of Death froze as he heard the prayer of the son of his son and considered t for a moment, ignoring the gathering of the Primal's that was going on around him, they never talked about anything that was of interest.

He deserves it for what he has had to go through. The Primal thought.

"Mort!" Order called and continued when the other Primal gave no answer. "Are you even paying attention to this gathering?"

Mort just sighed as he turned some of his attention back to the gathering.

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Lady Alseroen walked onto the stage and looked at the crowed.

"Hello all! I finally manage to update! The reason for not updating was that I went on holiday and I spent it looking for a bit more inspiration. Right I'd like to say that from now on the Primal of Death will be called Mort whilst the Horseman will be Death, alright? Please remember that."

With that Alseroen walked off stage to go and continued writing the next chapter.