Dipper and Mabel were in the Mystery Shack, trying not to laugh, while Sam and Andri were turning red as Trixie poked at their emotions. Despite what happened they were still in that very awkward stage and neither one of them was 100% willing to openly admit their feelings, and Trixie was not missing a gold opportunity like THAT. She had been devising ways to do to Sam what he did to her: Poke fun at his crush. She had chosen method #3, which involved singing.

"Sha la la la my oh my, looks like that boy's too shy. He ain't gonna kiss the girl."

"You do realize that this is going to bite you in the butt?"

Trixie leaned over to Sam and whispered in his ear.

"You mess with me and my feelings for Dipper, why can't I do the same?"

"Touche."

Trixie was still singing, and Andri was getting ABSOLUTELY furious. She might have smacked Trixie out cold if she wasn't her friend.

"Please stop that! It's not going to happen between us! We just don't-"

Sam was good at many things, one of them being, taking away all the fun Trixie could have when she tried to embarrass him. In mid sentence, Sam pulled Andri close and kissed her. Once he did it, both their hearts began pounding with a tremendous force, and they closed their eyes as they held that position. Andri's left foot raised itself off the ground making a V-shape with her leg, which would have embarrassed her terribly if her mind was currently grounded enough to realize it; She hated stuff THAT girly. Dipper whistled and said: "Go Sam." Mabel snapped a picture of them. Trixie's jaw dropped, and she became frustrated.

"...dude, you seriously suck. Can't I have a LITTLE fun?!"

*Sam and Andri in unison*"Nope."

After a few seconds, the full effect of what had just happened hit the two of them.

They were both still very close to each other.

"Um...so...that was nice."

"Yes, very nice...you're a good kisser."

"Thanks..."

They both awkwardly took a few steps back form each other. Trixie smacked her forehead at how pathetic something so cute had become.

"Are teen relationships always this awkward, or is it just you two?"

Andri looked at her, blushing very much. "I think it's a little bit of both."

Later Outside

The energy Azazel needed had finished building up, but he hadn't cast the spell yet. Right now he was outside the Mystery Shack, absolutely loving the scenery around it. He had come there without a single inclination of fear, he intended fully to see the kids who he had tricked, kidnapped, and assaulted. He noticed Trixie had come outside and was looking at a pretty flower. He walked over to her, and when she looked up, when she saw him, he brought his hand up and moved his fingers like they were fluid, in a motion of waving. Trixie punched him right in the face.

"Well, at least I got you back for KIDNAPPING ME AND MY FRIENDS! And don't you THINK we're close to even!"

Azazel staggered back about ten feet, then recovered his calm composure. He made a motion with his hand like he was flicking a pebble, and Trixie was sent flying through the air in a clean arc. She landed with a thud, and Azazel walked over to her now soar body.

"I'm not here for you. It's the angel I'm after."

Trixie groaned.

"I really hate you, you chicken winged creep."

"Oh,Sweetheart, that beautiful, BEAUTIFUL, hatred will do you no good."

"Then why do you hate my big bro so much?"

"What makes you think that I hate him? On the contrary, I respect him greatly. That's why I'm here: To offer him freedom from the tyranny of the Eternal Dad. A Power as strong as him would be a incredible ally, and shift the battle for the cause of our free will, and a being as old as him could offer knowledge of very useful things."

In that moment, Trixie could have been the most sarcastic person in the world as she tried to get up.

"Yeah, like he's ever going to do that you jerk. By the way, DON'T call me Sweetheart."

"Yeeeaaah...That's not going to happen, Sweetheart."

The others had got suspicious when they heard Trixie yelling, they had came out of the Shack, seeing Azazel standing over Trixie. Sam became enraged at the sight of him, he glowed as he advanced to the devil, he would have attacked, but Azazel pointed at him, and shouted a warning.

"If you attack me, you'll destroy Gravity Falls!"

Sam stop, and Azazel elaborated.

"Even with almost all of our power locked away, we still have a lot at our disposal. If we challenged each other head-on, the explosive force and the shock wave after it will destroy everything many mile around this town. You know that. It's why you didn't challenge my power with your own, you would have lost AND done more damage than a nuclear bomb."

The angel and the devil starred each other down, in a silence that nothing penetrated, until Sam spoke.

"Why are you here?"

"I want you to join the 'cause' and be free."

"Phtttp, you call it freedom, but you just want power."

Azazel reach into his pocket and pulled a piece of paper out, he let to drop to his feet as he continued.

"You're better than this. The mud-monkeys are beneath you, and OUR kind should rule. Not them. There's an address on the paper, I want you to think everything over then come to that location. If you don't, I'll come back here and make a scene so big, not even the people of THIS town can ignore that a angel and a devil are among them."

He then disappeared instantly. Sam picked up the paper, and walk inside to sit down and think. The others fallowed him. Dipper wanted to know what Azazel did to Trixie, she caught him up on everything.

"Whoawhoawhoa! He called you Sweetheart?"

"Yeah, why do you sound mad about that?"

"I-I'm not mad. I just don't like that fact that a crazy dude was calling you that."*Blushes*

Sam snickered a little bit, and Dipper elbowed him, saying "shush."

"Yes my king."

No one, not even Sam, understood why the warrior angel called Dipper that sometimes. He normally only refered to Dipper as "My King" when he went Wrathful Angel, but it sometimes slipped out while he wasn't berserk. Dipper didn't mind it though, having a guy friend was doing wonders for his self-esteem, and he felt pretty proud when he was called that. Dipper shifted attention back to what was at hand.

"What are you going to do about this Azazel malarkey?"

Sam was silent, looking at the address.

"Oh no, you're going to go there, aren't you?"

"I don't think I have a choice."

Trixie did not like this.

"No! Nononono. You are not going alone to see that lunatic. He's more powerful than you, me, or Andri. This is a trap and he is going to KILL you."

Sam remained silent, but Dipper spoke up.

"I don't think so. He could have attacked us here, when we weren't expecting him. He wouldn't gain anything from this, and like he said, if Sam doesn't, then he'll come here and let everyone know their secret. Even though I really don't like it, going's the only way."

Trixie looked at them, very mad. She then slumped down in her chair with her arms crossed.

"FINE. But for the record, I DON'T like this."

Andri's eyes that were normally amber, glowed slightly with orange.

"We're not letting him go alone, Time-bomb. He never said we couldn't come with him, and I don't think Azazel will be keen to attack us in a group. If he does, we have a better chance of kicking his butt."

Dipper laughed at Andri's spirit, he had been coming up with a plan like that.

"You read my mind Andri."

Dipper might not have been so amused, if he had know that she actually had read his mind. Sam just shook his head.

"There's not a thing in the multiverse that I can do to stop you, is there?"

The answer was no.

Abandoned Shack

All of them went to the location, which was a shack that had been left to fall apart. It was about 30 feet by 20 feet, and 15 feet high. Inside the walls were lined with various sigils, all of them leading to a large pentagram in the center, of which Azazel was standing in. He had removed his black leather jacket, placing it aside, and his giant vulture like wings hung on his back. Unlike Sam's or Andri's wings, his had a slight metallic sheen to them.

"Nice to see you all again."

Sam sensed something hanging around him, it was like a intense amount of energy was surrounding Azazel.

"I take it you thought over my offer?"

"I did, and you know what the answer is."

Azazel chuckled to himself.

"Yeah, I didn't really think you'd do it. Powers are VERY stubborn, loyal, and passionate about their cause."

The hairs on the back of Dipper's neck stood up, he could tell they were about to see something terrifying, but he couldn't hold his curiosity back.

"Then why did you want him to come here if you knew he wouldn't help you?"

Azazel's wicked smile was unnerving.

"It begins when I found out that Samuel here is the first Power other than the Morning Star to fall. I thought that he must have the potential to truly rebel, to fight for the cause of free will amongst angels, to be more than just a weapon."

"I'm not a weapon!"

Sam's ferocity, Sam's Wrath, were his greatest fears. He had a rage inside him, and he knew it. Every time he got angry enough he had to act with control, or else he might destroy everything that surrounded him. Sometimes, he WANTED to destroy everything around him, this made him sick, that he had that kind of anger buried deep down, but he fights his Wrath tooth and nail, resolved to never let it be in control. However, every time he fought, he was viscous, and winning the fight was his first instinct.

Azazel just rolled his eyes.

"Anyway. I knew you wouldn't just jump in and fight for 'us', I thought you would need something to convince you. Added in the fact that I'm a little bit of a narcissist, and I knew just what to do. I thought that you might find the courage to become part of our 'cause' if you saw me unchained."

The power that Sam had sensed suddenly went into the 13 year old's body, and Sam realized what he had been doing. Azazel screamed and he smoked, his body disappeared, then there was a massive crack and thick black smoke wrapped around the center of the room condensing into a physical form, sending a terrible smell of sulfur at all of them. Now in front of them was a creature 12 feet tall, with the head of a goat, vulture wings on its back, a body like polished black metal, and claws. It pealed back it's lips, revealing sharp pointed teeth, and let out a horrible noise that shook the ground itself. Then the form shifted, and a 13 year old boy was before them again, clutching his head as if in pain. The clothes he had been wearing were destroyed in the process, but a pair of black pants had taken form on him. The only visible difference in this form from his old one was that he had a pair of goat horns running along the side of his head. He looked at all of them, than teleported away.

Azazel

He reappeared in a old house that was abandoned years ago. He grasped his head and stumbled onto the floor. He was in pain from the sudden surge of memories, it had shocked his mind, and while he was in this state, he had acted like a wounded animal, retreating to a place of sanctuary. Which for a reason he couldn't pin-point, was this place.

"W-what went wrong?"

He could barely think straight, his mind hurt. He knew he should have much more power than this. The spell he designed should have allowed him to break out of the wards the were keeping his power and memories away from him, but even though he did have significantly more power, it was only a fraction of what was locked away.

"M-my m-m-memories. So many."

The spell he designed had exhausted itself taking down the memory blocking wards before if could work on ones that kept his power in check. In short: He had all of his memories, but only a little bit of his real strength. So his mind was trying to merge the memories from his previous life, with this one. He tried to relax, and let them come.

He remembered being old, and walking the world for thousands of years. He remembered looking upon the human race, and detesting them. He remembered teaching humans things like: Warfare, how to make weapons, gaining advantages over your enemy, and how to make make-up, which was actually much more evil than it sounded. In return, many of them had worshipped him by different names, as a god of war, for he WAS war. He had laughed at humanity, enjoying the 'animal fights' as they played their pointless little wars, acts of violence, and general evil that he had helped spur on in them, and they suffered horribly because of it. He remembered corrupting the whole world, and becoming a legend among demons because of it.

"Haha, pathetic flawed creatures."

He would have laughed more, but other memories were flowing, and he didn't enjoy these ones like the last. The corruption he spread and the misery caused by it, caught the attention of higher up. The Eternal Dad had seen all the wickedness Azazel had wrought, and the suffering caused by it. He eventually sent another archangel, this one humanity had named Raphael, to stop him. Raphael had forced him to a sideways dimension were angels and demons could go to fight, and not worried about the damage caused. He remembered Raphael kicking his butt there, and when he was exhausted, he had placed binds on Azazel, and trapped him in a pocket dimension, covering the area of reality were it was with rock, so a outside source couldn't open it and set him free. He had remained there, in total darkness for thousands of years, and would still be there today if it weren't for the foolishness if humans.

Though he was trapped, he could still be spoken to with the right spell, and that is what led to his freedom from his prison. A sorcerer and a witch had made contact with him, he told them he could the only way out for him was to incarnate, but while he was there he needed permission from two mortals that had a temporary psychic link with him to do it. With in 9 months, he was born into the world again, just with no memories or access to his powers, he did however get them to give him a name he had grown found of while ha had last walked the earth. He would have grown up with those two, but they became afraid of the devil they had brought back into the multiverse, and when he was a few months old, they dumped him at a orphanage in gravity falls.

"Which is were I'm at now."

He said as he realized that this was that orphanage. He ran his hand along his knew horns, and chuckled feeling them. If only his nana could have seen him now, she would have had a fit seeing her mischievous little devil. Oh, Nana. I miss you.

This orphanage had been run by a very elderly woman, who was close to all the children, particularly Azazel. She could tell the boy would probably never get taken in, so she looked after him personally. Growing up he was energetic, mischievous, and a little bit of a bully, however she managed to get most of the last bit out of him. He remembered her tucking him in when he was little, her patching up all of his scrapped knees, and her scolding him whenever he did something bad, which she always fallowed with a hug. She always smelled like fresh bread, and had a good deal of strength for her age. She often took the children on picnics and field trips into town, but sometimes she and Azazel would go and have their own little trips, just the two of them. He smiled a little, that women had been the peregrine of the human race.

She wasn't just kind, she was virtues, stern when she needed to be, and down right good. She always took care of me, she pushed me to do better while still being myself. Then... Azazel's smile went away, and he began to tremble with rage. Then they took her away from me!

He opened his mouth, and sulfurous hellfire came out, sending the entire building up in flame. The fire did not burn him, and he did not need oxygen to breath.

His nana may have been very strong for her age, but she was still very old and got most of the help she needed with the orphanage from the community. Because of her age, the government had 'forced' her to retire. Since there was no one to fill the position, the orphanage had been shut down, and the children were sent away. She would have taken Azazel with her, but she was old and barely had the strength to look after a growing boy, and even if she did, because of her age, the government would not her to officially adopt him. The old women had no family to speak of, this left her with few places to go. She eventually had to retire at the Oregon coast, she contracted ammonia from the intense cold and died from it the same year. Azazel had managed to run away from the people that tried to take him away, and travel to where he had found out his nana lived, but he was too late. If the people hadn't forced her to retire, she would have been in a much warmer place, and not have gotten sick. And Azazel knew it.

This was one of the reasons why he hated the "mud-monkeys": His nana had been one of the greatest human beings that could have lived, and if the rest of her kind would 'punish' her for that kindness and not care if she died because of it, then they 'deserved' to be destroyed.

Azazel had stood in the burning building until it he heard sirens coming. His mind had come to process the surge of memories, and he wasn't in pain from them anymore. It was time to see if Samuel had changed his mind, or at the very least, could be 'convinced' to side with him. He disappeared from the burning abandoned orphanage.

The Mystery Shack

Sam paced back and forth in the Shack. They all were incredibly nervous, with Azazel going 'all powerful' they had every right to be. Each one was trying to figure out what to do, Dipper asked Sam.

"Why hasn't he done anything yet."

"His mind's probably in shock from remembering everything from his past life. I've gone through that before, and it's painful."

"Alright, that gives us a little time to figure out what to do. What do you know about him?"

"Thanks to Andri, a lot. I've also read about a very powerful demon in the books my dad makes me read, that went by that name. He was beaten by an archangel that humanity called Raphael, and imprisoned by him until "The day of Judgement"."

"Any chance of getting him to do it again?"

"I don't think so. There are laws that angels have to obey, and archangels usually don't involve themselves in the stuff down here unless they are given a order from up top, or they see a really good reason to."

"And this isn't a good reason?!"

"Not good enough. This dude corrupted the whole world and caused horrible things before it was so bad, that they actually trapped the jerk in a pocket dimension. Most demons are allowed free will, but are still punished and kept in check by my kind, so something that completely takes away free will and removes their presence from the multiverse is a pretty harsh deal."

"Saaaaaammmy!"

A familiar voice that had a quality of taunting pierced the Shack from outside. Sam would have cursed, but he didn't out of fear that his mother's 'mom sense' would start tingling, and she'd come and smack him. He swears she has some kind of psychic power when it comes to that stuff. He took a deep breath, and walked outside, where Azazel stood waiting, having retrieved his leather jacket. He waved pleasantly at Sam.

"Hi."

The others came out behind Sam, but it didn't matter. Azazel snapped his fingers, and he and Sam were teleported away. They reappeared several miles away, both of them had manifested their wings, and once they were there, Azazel added.

"For the record, I could have done that without snapping my fingers. The only purpose it served was for the theatrical affect."

"Why did you take me here?"

"Because your friends would have gotten in the way and would have gotten killed. I not a bad dude...Alright, that was a lie, I'm a bad dude, but I'm not a monster. So have you reconsidered?"

"No I haven't."

"Shame. What do you know about me, Sam?"

He began pacing around Sam, like a vulture.

"I know you were raised in a orphanage by a women you called nana, and that you loved her very much."

The look on Azazel's face was similar to someone who had just been slapped.

"How did you know about that?"

Sam put on his wolfish grin.

"Andri told me. She's very good at reading minds, and while you were pushing her around, she was uncovering stuff you've never told anyone. And she tells me all about it. I think I might be the only person in the world, which is strange since I'm the only person she's every met who's mind she can't read."

Azazel tried to regain his composer.

"Well than, do you know why I hate the mud-monkeys so much."

"Stop calling humans that! I know you don't just do it because the Eternal Dad liked them more than us. Now you hate them because of what they did to your nana, and I feel sorry for you because of that."

"Shut up."

"You think that a race that would not care about someone as kind as her, deserves to die. However, unlike you, I choose to stand for the race that someone like her belonged to."

"Shut up! You're just a weapon! You could be free!"

Those words hurt Sam, but even if he was just a weapon, he was still going to protect humanity.

"You call this your 'cause' for free will, but it's not. This whole 'cause' was started because of jealousy for a small, flawed, and weak creature that chose to partake of the fruit of good and evil, knowing that they would die because of the great evil they were now capable of, but were rewarded for the great good they were now able to do. Your nana learned how to use the gift that humanity chose, to be amazing and do wonderful things. You need to ask yourself Azazel: What would your nana think if she knew you wanted to destroy her kind?"

"SHUT UP!"

Azazel opened his mouth and a maelstrom of sulfurous hellfire came out. Sam's right eye glowed blue; hellfire was still fire, even if it burnt with sulfur. He knew he couldn't beat Azazel, but he never went down without a fight. He split the torrent of flames in two, and each side wrapped itself around him. His arms were spread wide, then he brought them together and his hands met in a clap. The fire snaked around his arms and came together in a single point where his hands met, them it shot forth, directly at Azazel. The white hot jet of fire knocked him on his butt and scorched his chest, his roar of pain was thunderous as he cried out with his natural voice.

Sam sprang at him, his body now glowing with inner light. He formed a glowing turquoise Angel-blade in his hand and brought it down on Azazel. However, he was already up, and he did something that Sam hadn't known was possible; He reached out and caught the sword with his bare hand.

A white light, and cracking sound came from where the sword and his hand met, he then made a motion with his arm and sent Sam back, leaving behind only a mild bruise were the sword had touched. Sam repeatedly swung at him, but almost without any concern at all Azazel blocked each attack in the same manner, his speed was unnatural.

While Sam attacked, he became increasingly frustrated, he swung faster and harder, but Azazel blocked him every time, Sam's body became like polished glowing metal and his eyes burnt with light.

"I'LL BEAT YOU!"

"You can't."

Azazel sidestepped Sam and thrust his fist at his opponent. It stopped less than a inch from Sam's chest, but punching him wasn't Azazel's intention. As he did it, he released tremendous telekinetic energy, the force of which up rooted every tree within 300 feet, and another 500 feet past that the trees were bent backwards. Even being nearly indestructible at the time, Sam still felt that, and it HURT! Saying he went flying wouldn't have been an accurate description; A more accurate term is that he was forcefully pushed by a fallen archangel through a vast distance of space.

You need to get up!

Where Sam had landed, there was a massive crater and a clear line of destruction for over a mile in the direction he had crashed through. In the sky, a black dot was coming towards Sam at a fast pace, Azazel could have teleport but he took his time, he didn't HAVE to hurry.

Get up and fight back!

Sam started to move, but he was stiff and it was difficult. He wanted to just lay there, but he didn't.

Get up! He's almost here!

He finally forced himself up.

Good! Now think, what do you know about Azazel? He's a fallen archangel, He's full of himself, he's the horseman of War...and how did I know that? Ir doesn't matter! He... GOT HIS BUTT KICKED BY RAPHAEL!

A mad plan from it Sam's head; it wasn't so much of a plan as it was a dirty trick, that would only buy him a little time.

Azazel was almost there, Sam's left eye started glowing green; The same color as the power of Raphael. The glow in his left eye grew brighter, and brighter, until it blotted out Sam's image, until all the approaching Azazel could see was the emerald green light coming from his enemy. When he saw it, he became gripped by dread, because when he saw it, he thought his old adversary had returned to trap him in the darkness again. Without thinking, he teleported away from the emerald green light.

"I got to work fast."

Sam wasn't really sure what to do. To be honest, he hadn't thought past saving his behind for the next few minutes.

"I...I need to get to my friends."

He hadn't even thought past that, but right now no one could blame him. He concentrated, and then disappeared, going to his friends.

The Mystery Shack

The second Azazel disappeared with Sam the others had gone into a panic trying to figure out what to do.

"How's the location spell coming, Trixie?"

"Terrible. All my good spells never work on the feather-brain."

Dipper was trying to logically figure out were the Sam was, he had suggested Trixie try a locator spell for this, like she had done for him. However, Sam seemed to be immune to a lot her magic, and apparently it also applied to spells that could help him. At times this wasn't a bad thing, Trixie had tried to turn Sam into a frog once, but her spell was picked apart by the wards that surrounded him, but right now those wards were being a real pain.

"Oh, man this is not good. Wattles can't get his sent."

Mabel had been teaching her pig to track, but right now he was coming up empty. They were all worried out of their minds. Dipper tried formulating another plan.

"Maybe we c..."

He trailed off when he heard voices far, far off. It wasn't that Sam and Azazel were near, it was because they were speaking with their thunderous voices that the others could hear them. A few seconds later it was fallowed by a pushing force coming from the west, and the sound of a distant explosion, both of which were products of Azazel's attack. Mabel looked to her brother.

"Was that them?"

Dipper didn't know what to say, and he stood there with his mouth opened. He didn't have to answer though, because a few seconds later, Sam appeared in front of them.

"SAM!"

They began to run to him, he wobbled a little.

"How'd you win?"

"I didn't. You have to run. I don't know when h-"

He stopped right there, because Azazel had appeared less then 30 feet behind him. Sam turned around and forced his sword to form in his hands, and he charged him. Azazel formed his own sword that looked like it was made out of fiery yellow light, but burnt much more intensely than Sam's.

"That was a dirty trick!"

Azazel was furious by what Sam had done, and when the angel swung his sword, the devil brought his own around. When their weapons touched there was a flash of white light, and Sam's was shattered as Azazel's past through it. Azazel let his own sword vanish as he came around and brought his fist down on Sam's right wing. *CRACK!* It broke.

"You worm! I only have one percent of my power, and it's more than enough to completely SHATTER this planet! Yet you still would rather fight me?!" All of his friends tried to help Sam, Andri was just the first, but when she sprang at Azazel, he punched her out of the air. "All of you: STAY OUT OF THIS!"

They lifted of the ground and forcefully pinned to the side of the Shack my Azazel's mind. He then turned back to Sam, lifting him up in the same manner.

"You are nothing to Him! Just one of many weapons in his arsenal! He doesn't care about you or our kind!" Azazel punch Sam in the face. "Yet when you were offered freedom, you turned it down!" Sam hung above the ground, his broken wing clinging to his side. Large lightning-bolts arced from Azazel, and coursed through Sam. "You are only a weapon, you exist only to destroy, you're wrath given life and you are never going to able to escape the fact that you were made for war and will obliterate everything you love! Yet you still try?!" Azazel punch Sam again. "Our Eternal Dad is just a fool who doesn't care about the mess he's made and is too lazy to even clean it up!" He brought his fist down on Sam's other wing.*CRACK!* It also broke.

"He created flawed, weak, and murderous creatures and said that THEY were better than US! He ordered that they would rule over the multiverse, and that WE: who are the oldest beings, who are the strong ones, who were perfect, to bow down and serve these...PATHETIC humans! And yet you want to be their slave?!"

Azazel lifted let go of his grip on Sam with his mind, but picked him up by the collar. His physical form was trembling with hate.

"Why? I need to know why you still stand with Him, and with them? Why?"

Sam looked directly at Azazel, completely jacked up, and he told him the absolute truth as he knew it.

"Because he was right. Humans ARE better than angels. And I love them."

Azazel stood their holding Sam in a stunned silence, like he had been slapped. Then his face became contorted in rage, and his natural voice shook the ground.

"YOU SOUND JUST LIKE HIM!"

A fiery yellow light engulfed Sam, completely blocking out the image of the Power and the fallen archangel. When it stopped, Sam's body was laying on the ground, a imprint of his broken wings were scorched into the ground beneath him. Azazel turned to the trapped others, and advanced slowly towards them.

"Do you know why angels are made to incarnate? It's supposedly so they can learn humanity. Human arrogance. Human stupidity. Human-"

"Creativity?"

Azazel spun around to the voice that cut him off, and he found a turquoise Angel-blade through his chest, and a yellow light faintly came from beneath his skin while he was paralyzed. Sam was at the sword's hilt, he looked directly into Azazel's eyes.

"That's for hitting my girlfriend."

He twisted the blade, and the yellow glow from inside Azazel became brighter.

"That's for badmouthing our Dad. And this..."

The sword started burning more intensely.

"...Is for calling humans pathetic."

The intensity of his sword grew until its light was blinding, then Azazel exploded in yellow light, and when it cleared, a imprint of Azazel with his wings spread wide was scorched into the ground beneath him. Sam turned to his friends, a dumb grin on his face.

"Aren't...I...clever?"

He then fell back on the ground, his broken wings scorching an imprint on the ground again, only this time it wasn't a trick.

"SAM!"

With Azazel gone they were free, they bolted to their friend, but he was gone. They would have started crying, but a commanding voice grabbed their attention.

"Get back! My bother needs to work."

They turned to see two men who had appeared out of nowhere. The one that spoke was tall and muscular. He looked like a older version of Dipper, only with royal blue eyes, and more muscles than any of them thought Dipper would ever have. This man also had a pair of magnificent white eagle wings on his back, that shimmered with a slight metallic sheen. The other man looked like he was of African American heritage, and dark hair that looked like he had spent a good deal of time in the sun. He was only a tad shorter than the other man, and with out as much muscles. He had emerald green eyes that showed a sunny disposition in the man. From his back, white heron wings that had the same metallic sheen as the other one.

"Move."

The bigger one forced the children to the side, and the man with the heron wings went to work on Sam, smiling. A green light came from him and wrapped around Sam.

Sam

He felt big, powerful, and andfor lack of a better word, immortal. He remembered everything. From his making to this very moment. His wings still hurt increadablly, but he was ignoring it for the time, for he saw something that stopped him from thinking about it. The cities of Heaven. Beautiful in ways that words could not explain: Mainly because the dimensional layout of it was different from the universe you are most likely reading this from.

He heard singing, it was one of the most beautiful things that could be heard. It was from a specific kind of angel, who was made for creativity and arts. They were praising...him? They were! They were praising him. He couldn't make it out though. It went something like:

"All hail the new _! All hail the new _! All hail the new _!"

He might have been able to make it out if he had listed longer, but another thing took his attention from that. It was like someone was speaking to his very core.

You are ready.

Then it felt like power was shot into his center, and he started swelling in size. It was more intense than anything he'd felt before, and no matter what he did it wouldn't stop. He just kept getting bigger.

The Mystery Shack

"What's going on?"

The man with the royal blue eyes looked at Dipper.

"My brother is repairing his body for when he comes back."

When she heard that, Trixie started crying, jumping up on the man and wrapping her arms around him, too happy to care what others when they saw that.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou! Sammy's coming back?"

The man was very kind and returned her hug.

"Yes he is..."

Sam's body started to shine with silver light.

"...right now! Children, close your eyes. If you don't, you'll be destroyed. Andriana may look without harm if she wishes."

The man was blunt and to the point. Dipper, Mabel, and Trixie covered their eyes and waited. The two men stood over Sam, and held pushed against the power coming through. The silver light became so intense that if a satellite had been over head, they would have been able to see it. It was a extension of Sam's true form, that up till now, had been hiding behind his 13 year old body.

Andri looked in awe. Only an angel or a demon could look at an angels true form without being destroyed. The man who had repaired Sam's body, for the first time there stopped smiling, as the strain from the power coming through struggled against him and his brother. They placed up new ward, to keep his powers and memory in check. Once those wards were back up, the silver light was gone, and Sam was held in the arms of the larger man.

"W...what?"

Sam felt disoriented being back in his body. That doesn't mean he felt bad, on the contrary, he felt fantastic, except he couldn't feel his wings.

"Your body is all better. Though both you wings were broken, so they are placed in bindings that will prevent you from manifesting them until they are fully healed. Also-"

The healer with the sunny disposition reached into his pocket and pulled out a chocolate bar, then stuck it in Sam's mouth.

"I recommend you eat chocolate to ease along the healing process."

Sam took a bite out of it and chewed.

"Your...Raphael, aren't you? The archangel if healing."

"Our kind doesn't us names in the same way humans and fairies do. But yes, that is a name that humanity gave me. And the archangel holding you is Michael. You served under both of us before you were born here."

Sam was about to say more but he realized that his friends must have been terrified of what they had seen. As if on cue, he was swarmed by all of them. Dipper got him with a bear hug, Mabel and Trixie both gave him a kiss on the cheek, and Trixie also hugged him tightly.

"Don't do that to me, Feather-brain."

He returned her tight hug.

"Love you too, little sister."

Next, when he and Trixie let go, Andri got her turn. She grabbed Sam's caller, and pulled him into a kiss. Which they both enjoyed, despite that it turned them both red. She then looked right into his mismatched eyes, and threatened him.

"If you ever do that again, I'll bring you back and kill you again."

Sam got on his wolfish grin.

"No, you'll TRY to kill me again."

She punched him in the arm, he loved it when she threatened him, and she loved it when he challenged her. The archangel then got his attention.

"You all should rest up after a day like this. Remember Samuel, don't try manifesting your wings, it won't work."

The other one spoke now.

"Good by. We must leave."

They all were about to thank them, but they disappeared before a single 'thank you' could be uttered.

A/N: Azazel will be back, don't worry, and he'll be more powerful than ever: MA HA HA HA :D Let's hope they're ready to take him on. Pleeeaaase review for this one, I like how I did, but I want your opinion.