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Warning: I am so tired now I can't even remember. Probably mild swearing, mild drama, mild mildnes, mild hotsauce. Just that kind of thing.
My Note: This has taken hours and I am so tired right now so don't pay any attention to the bad gramma, or wording, or story line. This was actually meant to be the last chapter but then I'm still wining it and BANG theres a completely random chapter here that i had no intention of writting. Also i am back at school now so the updates are going to be A LOT less regular. Sorry. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Two and a half weeks had passed since they had gotten Deaths ring, everyone sleeping at Bobby's and all, spending every waking moment planning and/or putting Harry in situations where he was being forced to dig deep into power reserve not even he had known about in order to defend himself. It was, after all, him that was going to be the one to put Lucifer in the box.
In fact Sam and Dean were presently watching such an activity now. The Wizard and Gabriel throwing around enough hoo-doo in the marked out arena at the back of Bobby's property to make anything the boys had seen so far seem somewhat trivial.
"You don't reckon Gabe's gonna kill him do you?" Sam leant over and asked his brother quietly.
"Dude, I don't know what fight you're watching but I reckon Gabe's" Dean exaggerated his brothers us of the nickname, "the one in shit here."
"No way." Sam scoffed. "Gabriel is an archangel; you can't just kill one of them. If anyone is going to win it's going to be him."
"Whatever you say Sammy."
"Fine. I'll put money on it." Sam offered up a smug expression. "Name your price jerk."
"50, bitch."
"Done." They shook hands and turned back to watch as lights flashed and Harry shouted out various things in what Sam was pretty sure was Latin, lights flashed and Gabriel's chest opened up, a light shining out before he flung an arm out knocking Harry back and healing himself.
Say what he might about the midget, Dean knew the Harry was fast, capable and unbelievably skilled. Watching him splice the angel, get knocked down and then roll out of the way before a grand piano that fell out of nowhere hit the spot he had just resided only went to prove that further. The Brit then muttered something and sent the aforementioned piano flying towards the angel.
Sam held his breath as he watched the piano fly, only breathing out when it shattered into a million sharp little splinters and turned back towards Harry. Unfortunately for him – and his savings – the shards of wood twisted away, slamming into several old cars and trees. Gabriel was quick though, everyone knew that, and he clicked his fingers, doing something that Sam had wished was a skill above the ability of angels many times.
Dean almost groaned in sympathy when Harry doubled over, blood spilling from his lips and was happy to see when Harry flicked his wand at his friend, sending him flying backwards and in doing so releasing himself from the pain that was ripping through him. The raven haired man sent quick curse after quick curse toward the archangel forcing him backwards with each block.
Damn, Damn, Damn, Sam's mind chanted as he watched Gabriel being forced backwards towards the edge of their set 'Arena'. If he stepped out of the lines then he would automatically lose, and that meant Sam would automatically lose. Damn his judgement.
Dean almost whooped as each step Gabriel took backwards lead him closer to the edge of the arena they had set up. His victory was in sight, and already he was imagining all the glorious things he would do with the money. First bar, he knew he could triple the cash by hustling pool. Secondly the strip club, because why the hell not, that's why.
Yet they would never know if Gabriel was to make a startling comeback or not due to the fact that at this point in time a light began to shine in the middle of their epic as fight and they both stopped. Harry silently asking Gabriel if he was doing it and Gabriel silently asking Harry the same thing. Neither of them were.
The light intensified and both of the fighters disappeared, reappearing seconds later on either side of the Winchester boys. The four of them preparing for a fight they were certain was about to come. Lights like that only came from angels, and angels weren't exactly on agreeing terms with anyone other than Harry, and Harry was not about to let them attack anyone of the three men he had come to call friends.
Still the white light grew until all but Gabriel was forced to look away to preserve their eyes. "Something's not right." The archangel whispered as the light died down.
Rather than looking at an angel, or even several angels, the four men looked down to see a hunched, dirty and bloody figure struggling to stand up despite the pain evident on his face. He was obviously a pretty tough guy, Harry thought as he continued to watch, waiting to see if this was any kind of a trap before he went gallivanting in to help.
It was then that the dirty blonde boy, obviously younger than any of them, looked up with hard eyes and Harry heard the two Winchesters swear, before dropping their weapons and racing towards this unknown person.
"Gabe," Harry whispered quietly. "Who is that guy?"
"Beats me." He shrugged nonchalantly. "But since Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum over there made it into the arena without getting spliced by an angel I think it's safe to say we can go find out."
"Right." Harry nodded and wiped the blood from his face the best he could as they walked towards the figure that seemed to be struggling against any help that Sam and Dean were attempting to offer.
"So is anyone going to do the honours?" Gabriel drawled out. "Or are we just going to have-"
"Holy crap." The words slipped out of Harry's lips, cutting Gabriel off mid-sentence and causing the angel to send him and annoyed glance. This, however, only lasted until Harry continued, "He is dead."
"What the hell do you mean Potter?" Dean snapped standing between the younger man and the wizard.
"I mean exactly what I said Dean, he is either dead as we speak or dead until a recent point in time." Harry starred a little more. "Very, very recently."
"Oh, I know who you are." Gabriel smirked widely. "Heard it on angel radio." He spoke directly to Harry now. "It's John Winchesters other son Adam, who didn't know Johno was hunter. Apparently, he got killed and these two here took the ghoul that did it under their wing and looked after him and everything. He is Michaels back up vessel now he's back and all."
"What?" Sam snapped from where he was crouched, trying to check the worst of the injuries. "And I suppose this just slipped your mind?"
"Either that, or for some screwed reason you just didn't think it important to let us know that our little brother was being fucking resurrected for the sole reason of being Michaels bitch."
"Well I didn't honestly think that they would do it did I?"
"Why wouldn't they?" Dean threw his arms wide in questioning. "They're more frigging psychotic than you and Brit boy combined!"
"Well that's a little bit rude." Harry muttered.
"Yeah," Gabriel gave a solemn nod. "How dare you insinuate that someone is more psychotic than us."
"Doesn't bringing someone back from the dead have to go passed you first?" Sam asked Harry and the later shrugged.
"Depends who, why, how many, how long, what times, heaven, hell, purgatory and all of that. Technically it should go past me not matter what, but in reality anyone can bring anyone back with varying success without me even knowing as long as Death isn't told about it. Usually it doesn't work out all that well though and whoever it is becomes an angry man eating beast that will rip you a new one when you least expect it." He stopped and offered a bright smile to Sam. "Lucky for you, I have the ability to make his breathing situation both permanent and stop that kind of thing from happening."
"Seriously?" Dean asked having just spent the duration of Harry's explanation thinking back to all the dead things that had come back and attacked him.
"Of course Harry can." Gabriel spoke up and gave the hunter a long withering stare.
"Then hop to it Houdini." Dean stepped to the side, allowing the wizard to pass by and kneel next to his now, ever so slightly panicking brother.
Harry reached out tenderly and sighed as Adam skittered away slightly. "Fine, we'll do it the freaking hard way then." The wizard muttered before lashing out quickly and smacking Adam across the back of the head. Adam Gave a small cry of pain, his hand instantly covering the spot Harry had wacked him with his hand. Without even hesitating Harry grabbed the wrist of that hand, pressed his nails into the younger man's skin and pressed a hand to Adams chest.
A quick flash of shadows erupted between them and they both fell backwards, twin groans escaping their mouths. The young Adam now had a hand mark around his wrist and Harry was massaging his obviously aching temple.
"You know Harry," Gabriel approached and offered a hand to his friend. "We are in the arena at the moment."
"If you attack me Gabe, I swear to god I will bloody murder you."
"You wish you could." Gabriel gave a smile but refrained from attacking the man who was currently leaning on him heavily. Together they waited patiently for the Winchesters to pick up their little brother before Gabriel clicked his fingers, easily transporting them to Bobby's lounge. It was here Harry was dumped unceremoniously in an armchair, where he hissed in pain and continued to massage his forehead. Adam on the other hand, was placed gently on the couch, where he closed his eyes instantly drifting into a peaceful sleep.
"So what exactly was it you did to our brother?"
"I refreshed his soul." Harry muttered, too pained to even bother with sarcasm, "He is still exactly the same as he was before, same memories, same personality but his soul doesn't remember it died, therefor it does not corrupt the same way that of a resurrected persons."
"So he can still remember dying?"
"That is what Harry just said genius." Gabriel came to the rescue replying for and approaching Harry to see if he could help him. "Your soul if like a clay mould of yourself." Gabriel went on. "If you die that clay model gets a little chip in it and is safely stored away in an afterlife, if you bring it back without doing it properly that little chip begins to crack in the change different atmosphere, left too long it makes a psychotic killer. What Harry did was take away that little chip, so your brother there won't crack." He stood up from where he had put harry to sleep and turned to face them. "Does that explain it or do you want me to bring out my crayons and finger puppets?"
"We just want to know that our brother is okay." Sam said before Dean could retaliate. "Wouldn't you want the same thing for Cas."
"Cas can handle himself." Gabriel said dismissively before dropping into Bobby's desk chair. "Speaking of which, what do you two plan to tell the old man and my bro to stop them from killing him on sight?"
"Nothing." Dean leaned against the doorframe. "Adam here is family of the non-dicky kind and therefor he stays close."
"Yeah, family always stays close." Gabriel nodded. "Except my family, they've all got an open hit on their backs."
"We've spoken about this." Dean growled out and Gabriel gave an exasperated sigh.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got the message Dean Bean." Then putting on a deep voice he continued. "Your family is no good and you know it. Unlike my family they don't have sharp jaw lines, a six pack or fabulous hair. It needs to stop and you know you need to stand up to your family because going with the flow is for pussy's, man up and help your friend and the rest of the world survive another apocalypse because us humans are too stubborn to fucking die."
"Did you actually take in anything I actually said to you?" Dean asked as Sam struggled to hide his smirk.
"Sure did Mr. Jaw line." Gabriel offered one final smirk before disappearing completely. The frigging nuisance.
It was morning when Adam woke, light streaming through the window and stinging his eyes. He sat up slowly well aware of the dizziness that made his vision blur and head throb. He was vaguely aware of commotion, noise and laughter coming from nearby but was far more distracted by the entrancing smell of amazingly cooked food and coffee. God, he was starving and parched. It was like he hadn't had anything to eat or drink in months.
Harry was sitting with a his coffee resting against the side of his forehead, smiling as Bobby was telling them about Sam and Dean when they were kids, and had gotten into a huge punch on about whether liquorice was amazing or disgusting. Gabriel was in hysterics about the fact that Dean actually liked it. Even he had never liked liquorice; it just wasn't sweet enough for the king of candy.
It wasn't long before it turned into a table argument, Harry and Dean versus Sam and Gabriel, while Bobby, who couldn't actually care less, was looking on in amusement while grown men threatened and insulted each other over a type of sweet.
"Yeah, well you're a pigheaded douche-canoe." Gabriel spat out at Dean.
"Dean is so right though." Harry smirked. "Liquorice is amazing."
"It is the food of winners." Dean confirmed.
"It's the food of pansy-ass bitches." Sam shot back.
"You're both pansy-ass bitches." Dan replied.
"Wrong!" Gabriel Snapped back. "We're Sassy-ass bitches."
"Well actually-" Sam went to contradict Gabriel but the later held up a hand.
"Just roll with it Samsquatch."
"Boys." Bobby spoke up and everyone stopped to look at where he was pointing, their eyes instantly landing on the young Adam who was lingering in the doorway.
"Enter young man-child." Gabriel clicked his fingers a sixth chair appearing out of nowhere. "We have many subjects to broach and many a conclusion to reach."
"Gabe," Harry spoke to him, "Stop trying to sound intelligent, it really doesn't suit you."
"I would say bite me, but you've previously bitten liquorice and I don't want to catch any kind of disease."
"The angels told me about you." Adam said as he sat down slowly, eyeing the food that was piled up on the table. "You're one of the rebellious angels, a runaway wizard, an old drunk and the Winchesters." He gestured to each party as he spoke. "You're the ones that got me and my mum killed in the first place." A glare was shot at his brothers.
"Look, Adam." Harry began in a level tone. "You look half-starved eat something and we can talk."
"I don't want anything from you." He spat out but he knew it was a lie.
"Yeah you do." Dean spoke up. "If coming back from heaven is anything like coming back from hell then I know for a fact that you are not only starving but thirsty enough to rob an aqueduct."
"I knew you came from hell." Adam drawled out as he gave up and began to help himself to the delicious food. "I just didn't know you brought it back with you."
"I like this kid." Gabriel stated happily. "Let's keep him."
"No." Adam shook his head, sculling a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. "I have been chosen be Michael as his vessel. If I say yes he will bring my mum back. Needless to say, I won't be around all that long."
"You are aware that angels are a bunch of lying dick-bags with feathers right?" Harry spoke slowly, completely ignoring Gabriel's glare. "Besides if they really intended to bring you both back and let you live a happy full life of in the land of sunsets where the unicorns fart glitter, they would of resurrected you properly, which, consequently, means that I wouldn't have had to fix their mess and I wouldn't currently feel as though I had done six rounds with a bear and a bottle of vodka."
"They would have fixed me." Adam insisted.
"Which is why that kicked your sorry rear before dumping you here." Bobby growled out.
"I – no, it didn't-" Adam was running out of excuses but he still had a single resolve in mind, he could not let his mother rot.
"Adam you can't say yes." Sam said gently. "If you do the world as we know it will end. Thousands of people will die."
"Yeah and if I don't Mum will stay dead."
"Welcome to the club." Harry muttered as Gabriel, having literally done six rounds with a bear and a bottle - or six - of vodka, took sympathy and conjured him a pack of pain killers.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Adam growled.
"Well if you paused to think for a second here you would know." Harry glared at him, quickly getting sick of his bullshit. "Your brother's mother died, they get raised as hunters – a pretty shitty life for anyone- and then their dad dies and they are still fighting because they don't want anyone else to die. Gabe's dad skipped town, his brothers went power crazy and have been trying to kill each other and everyone else since. He loves them to bits and yet he is still trying to help us stop them."
"Yeah and what about you runaway? Any tragedy or you just as freakish as the angels told me?"
"I swear to god, Harry, if you say freakish, I will shoot you again." Dean growled across the table and Harry starred in shock. "This damn midget's parents are both dead. He was raised in Brittan's crappiest family and didn't have anyone to fall back on till he hit 11."
"He then fought for the wizarding world and lost friends and family in a war that he had been fighting since he was 11, now he is back in the fight again without any real need to and has already died for the cause once."
"So don't you dare for a damn second think that everyone in this room hasn't experience just as much loss as you have." Dean growled. "Now I'm not going to ask you to fight because I have no right to do that, but I am going to ask you not to say yes. As both your brother and a hunter I am telling you that the angels will screw you over and it will wind up with you in a gutter somewhere and I am only gonner say this once but I am not attending another funeral for you. Not now, not ever." Having said that Dean pushed back his plate and left.
"I'll go calm him down, the frigging drama queen." Bobby huffed as he followed him out of the kitchen.
"Well, that went swimmingly." Gabriel drawled sarcastically as Harry let his head hit the table with a resounding thud. Why couldn't the angels, just once, not screw everything up for them? Was that too much to frigging ask?