Once again, dear readers, I apologize for the length of this one! But there's only a week left of my mock exams so then there will be FREEDOM! And believe me, I shall revel in it :D e.g writing and in no means being sociable with anyone other that you lot :D

Lucifersdaughter: It was a bit of a fail wasn't it? Erik is awesome! I'm so proud of him, and yes, his father is a righteous dick.

ChevyImpala1967: For a start, AWESOME NAME! Dean would be proud! Thanks so much! Thanks for the favourite as well!

Keacdragon: Yup! The Winchesters are here! :D

FeathersMcStrange: Ah, Alice, dear name twin, I'm bad aren't I? :/ I need medical help…but I don't think that would be a good idea seeing as I am forever haunted by that one episode : Sam, Interrupted. Oh I have dreamed up a real good'n' Thing One…a real good'n'

KansasAngel94: Aw shucks! You and your awesome reviews! No problem! It rocks! Sammy forever! Exams right? They're crappydoodles. Perfectly written? You're too kind! You like Jiah? Oh, I'm glad! Y'know I got a few Balth and Jiah fics lingering in my documents, if you ever want one of them just drop me a PM :) Thanks once again for an awesome review!

Gabes-Girl-Forever- : Awesome name! Gabe rocks! You like Gabriel and Feathers? *hugs* Yup Dean is here!

NoPride4531: Erik as a punk? I can actually see this happening *strokes imaginary beard* YES! KRUGER WILL HAVE HELL TO PAY! (but mmmmmaaybe not in this chapter )

"Feathers…baby please don't do that…" Gabriel whispered as he tried to calm her down. She had started having a fit a few minutes ago, and Gabriel had never been so scared in his life. Just seeing her in so much pain, convulsing and gasping…

What had they done to her?

Whatever they had done he didn't like it. And apparently, neither did her grace. He smoothed a hand back through her damp hair, brushing her fringe off her sweaty forehead.
"Sssh…" He felt sick. His stomach was doing summersaults. He looked over at Balthazar. The younger angel was slumped against the wall, his wings hung limply at his sides, a pool of blood had been growing around the blonde boy for some time now.

"Kid…hold on…" Gabriel shouted. Balthazar turned his head and regarded his elder brother with wide, scared eyes. Gabriel smiled at him tightly. "'s gunna be ok, champ…you see…"

Balthazar closed his eyes.

Dad….

I want Dad.

…..

"Get away from me!" Jiah screamed. Why wouldn't they leave him alone? He just wanted them to leave him alone!
"Please!" His voice was on the verge of begging as he dragged himself into a corner and hid his face in his hands. He rocked back and forth, his whole form was shaking and he was muttering incoherent ramblings.

"Fervailia…." He sobbed, just wanting the pain to stop. "Fervailia!" He shouted for his sister again.

He whimpered when he heard the voices. Voices talking about what to do to him next…talking about what other tests they should run past him. When he had burnt that Saxon person to a crisp everything had…well…as Balthazar would put it:

Everything had gone tits up.

They had dragged him into a padded room and locked him in there. No windows, nothing. Just padding.

For the first few hours Jiah had screamed and shouted and had thrown lightning bolt after lighting bolt, thunder clap after thunder clap at every part of the room.

Young Angels were never meant to use their powers. Not until they had graduated from All Hallows High. Balthazar's power was like Gabriel's. Manipulating reality and confusing the holy hell out of people. Feathers, being a senior had already graduated. The Angel of Imagination could screw you up aswell. But that was only if you got on the wrong side of her. And you could never get on the wrong side of Feathers. She was just too…nice.

But Jiah?...Jiah was the Angel Of Storms. The older Angels, like Zachariah and Anna…they always kept a strong eye on him. Because he was dangerous. If he used his power prematurely…most of Heaven could suffer. Being a storm angel was more than just following in Raphael's footsteps…Because Jiah was a seraph of such an age(the third youngest in the entire of Heaven) his power had a few…flaws.

As for Castiel?…Well Cassy was always a little old. Even from the tender age of 4 centuries (years to you and me) . Castiel's power was moving things. The Little boy could stare at something… twist his hand, and make it do whatever he wanted. It would prove to be useful in the youngest angels later life.

Jiah felt more electricity corsing through his veins. How did he make it stop? He didn't know. All he could think about was his sister. How bad she had looked when he saw her…how pale she was…how shallow her breathing was…

No.

He couldn't think like that. Not when he was in some daft room.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Nails digging into his arm through his black jumper.

"Look at me, boy…"

Jiah looked up and violently pushed the person away. "I said leave me alone!" He screamed.

But the sad thing was….

There was no-one in the room with Jiah. There never had been. It was all in his head.

And that's why he should never have used his powers in the first place.

…

The four year old boy, who had revealed himself as Dean, was still waiting for an answer.

Castiel took a breath and began to say:

"My name's Casti—"

"Castiel! There you are!" Michael raced over, pausing only to lift the four year old up onto his hip. John got to his feet. Placing a hand atop of his eldest head. "Ah, you must be the boy's Father."

Michael watched Dean closely for a few seconds before awkwardly replying with
"No..I'm his elder brother actually."

"I'm a big Brudder!" Dean giggled clapping his hands. Michael smiled.

I know you are, child…believe me I know. A good one at that. Stubborn I must admit but…Great things will become of you Dean Winchester.

Michael thought these words with a smile. Castiel wriggled in his arms. "Michy! I ws' playn'!"

"Castiel, we have more pressing matters at hand…" Michael whispered kissing the top of his little brothers head. He couldn't help feeling awkward. Talking to a man who's younger self he was possessing….wasn't the best conversation starter in the world.

Just to make some conversation Michael decided on something.
"Sorry to bother you, but do you know what the date is."

"Sure uh…November Second."

Michael froze.

The second of November….

He pushed his grace out a little…searching for the year. He didn't like what he found. 1983.

November Second 1983.

This was the night when it all started. This was the night that Dean and Sam Winchester's lives were turned around. John tilted his head to the side.

"You ok, pal?"

Michael shook himself out of his daze. "Yes…Yes I am adequate thankyou."

Where's Lucifer?

Michael looked around the play park quickly. His heart sank when he saw where his little brother was.

"How old is he?" Lucifer asked, sweetly enough as he looked down at the little baby in the woman's arms.

"He's just six months." She smiled, bouncing the baby on one knee. The little boy looked up at Lucifer and gurgled. Lucifer smiled. But it had some background to it…some hidden knowledge of what was to come.

"What's his name?"

Of course Lucifer knew his name. The whole of the garrison knew the childs name.

"Sam." Mary answered laughing sweetly when the baby burped loudly. She cuddled him close. "Oh, Sammy! You and that little tum tum of yours!"

Lucifer smiled once again. "You have a very sweet child, Miss. I hope you are proud of him."

"Oh I am..I'm proud of both of them" She grinned when her eldest son came crashing into her arms.
"Mommy!" He giggled. The little boy looked down at the baby. "Sammy's awake! Daddy Sammy's awake!"

Lucifer took this as his moment to leave. He casually strolled back over to where Michael was standing with Castiel. After a few moments of Michael's intense stare Lucifer gave in. He held his arms out in a half shrug.
"What?"

Michael closed his eyes and mentally counted to ten. "Lucifer we both know very well who that family was."

"The Winchesters." Lucifer said slyly. "Well done… what do you want? a medal?"

Michael glared at him and began to walk away. Lucifer rolled his eyes and muttered something about everyone being a critic.

"Michael…why cant I go back and play with that little human boy?"

"Castiel ,Gabriel and Balthazar are missing! Not to mention Jiah and Fervailia! There's no time for play, child."

"But that Dean boy…he seemed nice…"

"You will meet Dean Winchester again later."

"But when—"

"Later." Michael said, looking down at his little brother with a wise gaze.

Castiel looked down sadly.
"Are we gunna gets Gabey and Balthy back?"

"Of course we are, child." Michael said, repositioning the boy in his arms. "Of course we are. Now…lets go and find Father."

…

Erik glared up at his Father from his spot on the floor. His lip had stopped bleeding a good few hours ago, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt like a complete and utter bitch. He wrapped his jacket around Caleb a little more. No-one had moved for hours. Erik was glaring holes into the back of Kruger's head. How he wound up with a father with so many awards for major dickery he didn't know.

Caleb shifted a little and opened up his brown eyes. He could hear Gabriel whispering to Feathers and Balthazar.

Gabriel had moved over a little and was letting Balthazar use his shoulder as a pillow once again. Feathers was still cradled to his chest. She was still hot and unconscious…but atleast she had stopped convulsing. Gabriel had resorted to just whispering random stories from when they were little. Anything to put his mind off that fact they were probably never gunna get out of here alive.

"You know, I remember when were kids…and we were running around the house at one of Dad's parties. And the cooks were plucking the geese for the dinner. And there was a tub full of feathers in the corner. And you knocked it over. And the feathers went everywhere, and the maids nearly whacked us one?" He laughed ever so slightly. "And you wonder why everyone calls you Feathers and not Fervailia." He kissed her forehead gently. His lips only just brushing against her skin.

"Please wake up, baby…don't leave me…" He bit back a sob and cradled her even closer. "Don't leave me."

There was a low thud. Gabriel looked over and he was almost sick at what he saw. He quickly placed Feathers down on the ground, making sure she was safe. He then skidded over to Balthazar.

"Balth…hey….hey…kid..kid!"

"Balthazar Novitas Jehovah you wake up right now!" Gabriel felt numb, and he still had that urge to throw up.

"Balthy!"

He felt for a pulse…he held his fingers near Balthazar's nose to feel for breath…

His worst fears had come true.

Balthazar wasn't breathing….