"You will unhand him"

Crowley sat back from his work, the small angel in front of him huffing in pain as he was finally allowed a moment of peace. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly trying to hold back a stream of whimpers as he did, the spikes still connecting the torture crown to his temple. The voice was calm, almost scarily so, and he recognized it almost immediately.

"I don't think our play date is over just yet, big brother, why don't you come back and retrieve baby brother later?"

A hand shot out of the dark corner that Samandriel could not see in, grasping the demon by the throat and lifting him slowly up off the floor. Crowley gasped and gagged for breath that just wouldn't come. The eldest archangel stepped forward, his knuckles tight.

"It was not a suggestion"

Michael threw the demon across the room and Samandriel felt some sort of sick satisfaction when he heard a faint growl of pain come from his torturer from the other side of the room. The archangel rolled his shoulders once before crossing over the floor and kneeling down in front of his severely injured baby brother.

"Alfie, young one, you are safe now"

He melted the bindings with a simple look and a soft touch. The smaller angel fell forward but was caught by gentle hands. Michael stood up slowly, cradling the fledgling to his chest with one hand. A fresh wave of tears clouded his vision as he finally realized his freedom, weak little hands reaching up to cling to his big brother's top. Michael was quick in wrapping the young angel in a warm embrace, whispering enochian words of comfort in his ear.

His hands were gentle as they slowly wandered up the child's back, and to the crown his wore on his head.

"Little One, this needs to come out"

The fledgling angel shook his head as best he could, his sobs increasing out of pain with every shake. Michael felt horrible for having to remove it, knowing what pain it would cause and not wanting his sweet baby brother to have to go through it again, but he also knew what would happen should he not pull them out. Samandriel struggled to be put down, he would learn to live with it, he'd do anything.

But the archangel held him firm.

"No Mikey! No! No!"

"I know Little One, I know, but it must be removed for you to begin healing. Raphael will remove it for you and he will be as quick and painless as he can be"

The fledgling was still shaking his head as best as he could and sobbing his resistance, but Michael sent him on his way to the Healer despite that. The silence that filled the room after his sobbing screams were removed was almost deafening. Slowly he turned his attention back towards the demon whom was attempting to pull himself up off the floor, his eyes hardened considerably.

Crowley looked up when the footsteps became steady and heading straight towards him. A hand gripped at his hair and his head was thrust upwards, a hiss escaped his mouth.

"Trying to torture out information that the fledgling does not have, he was speaking the truth when he told you he did not know"

The warrior had started walking across the room once more, towards the chair of horrors, dragging Crowley across the floor as he did.

"You think you are powerful whilst torturing a fledgling angel barely old enough to wield a blade?"

He let out a grunt as he was lifted up by the grip on his hair and thrown into the chair that was still wet with the younger angels blood.

"Well, try your games on me. How dare you touch my baby brother."

The hand in his hair yanked his head upwards. Michael's eyes were a blaze with something akin to fury. This was a look that meant pain, loads and loads of unending pain, a look that had been seen in places of mass destruction. A look that had flattened cities and burned villages.

"I will make you beg me for death, and once you do, I will send you down to visit my brother in his cage, let him know what it is you have done"

Finger nails dug into his scalp, releasing blood from the deep scratches.

"We do not agree on much these days, but what we do agree to is that no one harms the fledglings"

With a wave of his hand, Michael had Crowley trapped in the chair much like he'd had Samandriel, holy metal biting into his arms as they shackled him to his seat. The smile that spread across the archangels face was sadistic when the demon screamed out in agony as the holy metal met his skin. Michael examined the toys he had to play with and picked up one of the spikes that had been plowed into his brothers head.

"Can't have you moving"

Raising it above his head, he brought it down on the demon's hand, like a nail, he drove it through the appendage until the tip poked out on the other side of the arm rest. Relishing in the screech of agony as the metal slid through the appendage. Reaching over the archangel grabbed another spike, how many of these did he have (how many had he intended to use on Samandriel) and thrust it down through the other hand.

"Bloody Hell! You fucking bastard!"

"This is the least of your worries"

He reached over for another one of those crowns, too small to actually fit on the demons head indicating that it clearly had been made for the use on Samandriel, but he drove it down anyway, smiling sadistically as it tore hair and skin away. Picking up another spike, he twisted it in his hands, staring at the gleaming metal.

"You know, most people do not know this and know would they ever, but I do not show mercy"

He kneeled down, slowly driving the spike into the middle hole, slow and steady as to get the most affect, smiling as his screams echoed around the room his dearest baby brothers' had been only mere moments ago.

"You tortured the merciful one"

Crowleys screams echoed throughout the compound, through every building and nook, and no one not a single being made a move to save him from his torment.

No one was stupid enough to cross a pissed off Archangel.

"Michael," The new voice echoed over the demons agonized screams, calm and collected, worry etching its way in, "Enact our revenge at a later date, leave him somewhere with one of our Siblings, give him to Lucifer to deal with, but you are needed here."

Michael froze as he made to jam another spike into the demon's thigh, having run out of room on his head, the metal glowed differently with him having blessed them. Blessed metal jammed into Demon flesh, it was poetic he thought.

"I cannot get the child to calm down enough to allow me to touch him, he is surprisingly strong despite his age"

He sighed in resignation, the job of being the eldest was a tiring one, but he would not trade it in for anything in the world. With one final glare at the demon, and one final spike inserted, he stepped back. Wiping the blood on his pants he moved back, opening his mighty white wings and flapping them once. Crowley groaned as he leaned back as best he could with all the spikes sticking out of the back of his head when a wing tip as sharp as anything was thrust under his neck.

"Touch my brother again, and no one will be able to grant you the mercy as Raphael has"

His only answer was a choking sound on his own blood.

When he arrived in the Healing Pantheon, he was not necessarily expecting to see his brother trying to coax the child out from underneath a large cabinet.

Upon hearing his arrival, Raphael let out a relieved breath, "Thank Father, he is trailing blood everywhere but refuses to come out of this hiding spot, please, do what ever it is you do to get them to come to you"

He didn't bother hiding his smirk as he walked slowly over to the cabinet, knelt down, and held out his arms. Samandriel peered out at him for a moment, tentatively taking a step closer until he jumped and rammed himself into his biggest brothers chest, who wouldn't come to their big brother when they were frightened or injured, and Michael was the biggest brother there ever was.

Raphael snorted as he stood up with the fledgling cradled to his chest.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Oh shut it"

Their tones were soft, caring, joking, as they slowly made their way closer to one of the beds. Samandriel tightened his grip in fear of being put down but Michael hushed him as he sat on the edge of the bed, drawing the tiny angel into his lap.

As he had said, Raphael was quick and precise as he puled the spike out, humming whenever the fledgling whined, and applied a numbing salve to the wounds in order for the slow healing process to not be as painful as it would have been. He wrapped a soft blanket around the youth's back gently, smiling with Michael when the youngster snuggled closer to his big brother's chest.

He transferred some of the salve to a smaller mason jar and held it out for his brother as he made to leave. Michael looked up at him questioningly.

"Just in case, if he gets worse or begins to develop a fever please come to me"

He then rubbed at the fledgling's back gently, pressing a kiss to the side of his head, "Rest well Little One, we are here now"

The child angel nodded shyly, tiredly, and Michael smiled as a yawn broke across his face. He bid the Healer a farewell and a pleasant night before opening his wings once more and lifting them off the ground, intending on making his way back to his rooms, his bundle cuddled close in his arms.

He had not intention of letting Little Samandriel go now that he had him back.

Getting him in bed was easier said then done though, and the fledgling may have been young but he sure gave a run for his money. Now Michael liked to think of himself as being a patient person, but even his patience had its limits and they were starting to draw ever nearer.

"Samandriel, I am letting you get away with much right now seeing as you were very injured, however it is bed time, it is not an option for you"

The fledgling struggled once more as he was lowered back towards the bed, his tiny hands holding onto his big brother's top as hard as they could, refusing to let go in the slightest. He cried out when he was set down, and scurried back into his brothers arms. Michael sighed in half irritation and half resignation as he lifted the child angel back into his arms. He sat down on the edge of his bed with a large huff and pulled the small angel over into his lap.

Samandriel huddled into his chest as soon as he got the chance, trying to get as far away from the bed as possible.

The archangel ran a hand down his face, "Alfie, why do you refuse to be put to bed? What is wrong?"

There was a sniffle and he immediately felt bad, it was never his intentions to make the youth cry. He never actually wanted to make any of his younger brothers and sisters cry (and yes that did include Lucifer) he still had things he had to be doing' treatise and training schedules and reports and the such.

"Samandriel"

His tone was firm, stern, indicating that someone should start explaining and should start explaining now.

"I don't want to be alone...If you put me down you'll go away and never come back"

Michael admittedly froze at that, not expecting that type of answer. He stood from his bed once more, pulling the small angel back into a warm cuddle. He rocked him as he slowly walked across his room to his desk, looking over the number of paperwork that still needed to be completed. He shrugged discreetly and turned to head back towards his bed, that could wait until tomorrow.

Samandriel was his most important priority right now.

"Oh Alfie, you'll never be alone Little One, never."

He reached out with a hand to pull the soft blankets back.

"You have so many big brothers and sisters who would love to spend time with you, who love being with you"

"But I wanna be with you, and your always busy"

The pout in the child's voice was as clear as day. Michael leaned back into his pillows and plopped the small boy into his lap.

"I have not had much time to spend with you, have I?"

At least he was distracted from what he'd been rescued from today.

"No you don't. I try to play with you but you always shoo me away"

His pout was more pronounced now, as he obviously made it so he could see it, his lower lip even going so far as to stick out. Michael grinned slyly at the child, poking him in the tummy before he had a chance to suspect any sort of movement. The fledgling couldn't help the giggles that escaped him as fingers attacked his tummy with more pokes, his tiny hands chasing after his big brothers trying to prevent anymore pokes.

"I've been so distracted as of that late I've been neglecting you and the other young ones"

He hadn't even realized he'd been doing it until Samandriel had been reported missing. Chamuel hadn't said a word when he'd spun around looking for the small reality bender swearing left and right that he had just been right next to him, only he hadn't been and for quite some time. He'd absolutely lost it, demanding a head count and recalling everyone back to their rooms.

Everyone save a few had been accounted for, and much to his horror, among those unaccounted for had been Little Samandriel.

His youngest and last baby brother.

"Come here you"

He shot forward and pulled the small fledgling into his arms. Samandriel's giggles increased as more fingers joined in on his assault. The child squirmed as best he could and kicked at his brothers chest with his tiny feet.

"That changes now"

He stopped his playful assault only to wrap the child into another warm cuddle. He nuzzled into his brothers chest and yawned a large yawn. Michael saw this and smiled once more, gently laying the child down a top his chest. The youngster tried to fight it, Michael would give him that.

"I think its high time someone got to bed"

"But Mikey! You Promised!"

Michael adjusted his hold on the fledgling, settling him down in his arms on top of his chest and dimmed the room with a simple wave of his hand. Samandriel looked up at him in confusion as a blanket was pulled up over top of him, a hand scratching gently at his tiny back.

"I do not believe I said anything about letting you go"

Samandriel smiled before yawning once more and laying his head down on his big brother's chest. Michael caressed the back of his head gently, minding for any injuries. Watching as the child's eyes slowly slid shut, and he smiled softly at the sight. This used to be a calm thing, one of his younger brother and sisters coming in and sleeping with him, cuddling up to his side or his chest, and sneezing back off to sleep.

When Balthazar would come in and curl up at the bottom of his bed until he'd sigh in fond exasperation and he'd reach down and pull him closer.

Or when Gabriel would run in and jump right on top of him as he himself tried to turn in for the night, he'd respond by wrestling his brother onto his back and tickle the ever living snot out of him before flopping down next to him and pulling him close.

And little Cassie.

It had been way too long since he'd last done this. He pulled the small fledgling closer as if that was possible at this point and brushed his lips against his forehead.

"I love you baby brother, more than you will ever know"