NotaPunk; It's another chapter! YAY! Sorry if there are any misspellings, I accidentally cut both of my thumbs to I'm typing with my other fingers. It's kind of hard, I now know how my dog feels when she tries to play video games, except she's adorable! :D

Little Sammy Winchester

Lucifer was relieved when he and his brother finally made it to their childhood home. He jumped out of the car as fast as he could; slamming the door once he was out. Michael glared at him and Lucifer was tempted to flip him off, but decided to just smile innocently. Michael huffed and turned around, muttering something about ungrateful brats, completely missing the dirty look that Lucifer threw him.

The younger of the two brothers glared as the older walked into the house, ignoring the fact that Lucifer still had his luggage in the trunk of his car. The dirty blonde was tempted to go right up to his brother and punch him in his smug face, until that is he saw another car pull up. It was black and sleek, and a model that Lucifer couldn't give a name to. He only knew basic car models, and even his knowledge on those was limited.

When the car pulled up next to Michael's, Lucifer could see a grim faced man driving it. After the car was parked and turned off, the man came out and walked to the back, opening the doors. Raphael and Gabriel stepped out, both thanking the man. Lucifer walked over to his siblings, a smirk playing on his lips, Gabe was his favorite brother just as Raph was his favorite sister.

He looked directly at his younger sister, "Hello there Dr. Milton, I see you have a new cabaña boy." The elder Milton nodded his head in Virgil's direction as he opened up the trunk to retrieve Gabriel's luggage.

Raphael smirked sourly, she was used to her older brother's teasing, she took brunt of her older brother's 'love' when she was a self conscious teenager. "And I see you are still-"

Before she could finish her insult, Gabe elbowed her in the side, sending her a look. Raph huffed and rolled her eyes as she stomped her way through the front door. Virgil ran after her quickly, like the faithful friend he was.

"Couldn't you wait until after we all settle in," Gabriel asked his brother, already tired of talking with him. Lucifer was a bag of dicks after all.

Lucifer smirked at his younger brother and shrugged his shoulders lazily, "What fun would that be?"

Gabriel smirked right back at his brother, "Not much, but I would love it if we didn't have an apocalyptic family dinner for once."

The Milton brothers laughed with each other as they walked into the house. An older woman with graying strawberry blonde hair ran into the front hall. She wore a pair of capris, and a salmon colored button down blouse. A frilly apron was tied around her waist, and oven mitts were on her hands.

Her dark brown eyes widened with happy surprise when she saw two of her sons, she tore of her mittens and ran over to them. She pulled them into a tight hug, which both men readily reciprocated. She pulled back, one hand on the older blonde's shoulder and the other on Gabe's cheek. Her palms were still warm from baking.

She puckered her thin lips and kissed both of them on their cheeks. "OH! I've missed you both so much! I saw Raph come in with Virgil; she said you two were getting your luggage! Oh come in! Come in!" She ushered the two men into the kitchen, where Raphael sat in one of the chairs, one leg crossed over the other lazily. Next to her sat Virgil, he sat stiff as a board, gripping a little too tightly onto his mug of coffee.

Across from them sat Michael and his wife Meg. Meg had a mug of her own, though she had a flask in her pocket filled with her favorite whiskey, just in case her husband decided to get into a verbal fight with one of his family members.

Gabriel never understood how the two had gotten together; both had personalities that one would think that would clash constantly. Everyone liked Meg, with the exception being Zachariah, who didn't like anybody. Meg was a free spirit, after high school she hitch hiked across the whole North Americas (this was when she cut her hair off and dyed it blonde) earning an awesome tan, she rebelled against her parent and their expectations of what a woman should be. Before she settled down in Chicago, where she worked nights as a bartender and her days as a tattoo artist.

Michael was compulsive, he needed to do things a certain way, he followed orders to a T and the most rebellious thing he had ever done was get a half sleeve done when he was going to college in Chicago. He was a police officer on his way on becoming detective, he was religious, and cared too much for his father's approval.

The two had been married for only three years, after Michael wore Meg down. They had dated on and off after that, long distance. Michael wouldn't have been able to live with himself if they had had premarital sex, fearing disapproval from his parents. In fact, the first time that the two spent the night with eachother was the vacation when Meg was introduced to the family. After they were married, Michael moved to Chicago.

Meg was five foot five without heels, and had pale skin. She had long dark hair that curled slightly, and dark brown eyes that were almost black. All of the Miltons knew from various vacations, that she had several tattoos to go along with her beautiful figure.

Michael was five foot eleven, and had a lean muscular body and a smooth tan from his love of working outdoors and working out. He had dark hair like Grandpa Milton, but blue eyes like several of the other younger Miltons. His half sleeve was made up of different Celtic symbols. So visually, they made a very appealing couple.

Gabriel could tell that his sister-in-law was ready to just drink out of the flask herself because of the conversation topic. Raphael's job. Raphael's choice in careers had been a controversial issue in the family on a number of reasons. She was a doctor, yes, but she also worked in an abortion clinic once a month. This sparked much debate and burned many bridges in the Milton family.

Michael was about to go back to 'conversation' when Castiel came into the kitchen. He was still in his pajamas which consisted of blue boxers and a white tee-shirt. His short dark hair was a mess, and he had light stubble on his face. He yawned, stretching his arms in the air. He waved hello to everyone and grabbed a bowl from the cupboard.

Momma Milton pecked him on the cheek and handed him the milk along with the cereal. He rubbed one blue eye as he poured his overly sugary breakfast into the bowl, then the milk. Most of his older siblings stared as he ate. Cas had never gotten much sleep, but the dark circles under his eyes seemed darker that day, actually making him look pale.

Momma Milton smiled lovingly at him, "I hope you and Sammy didn't stay up too late last night, you haven't gotten any sleep for a while mister."

"It's Sam mom. You know he doesn't like being called Sammy. We didn't, just talked about different college visits and stuff. Then got everything ready for today we're-"

Lucifer and Gabriel laughed hard, interrupting him; Lucifer was the first to recover, "Sam? As in little Sammy Winchester? He's here?"

"And he kept you up all night? Nice one little brother!" Cheered the shortest male of the Milton family, "Is he still here?"

Castiel frowned and glared at his brothers, as the others rolled their eyes and smiled playfully, "He's taking a shower-"

Gabriel smiled even wider, imagining the different pranks that he pulled on the younger Winchester when he was in the shower, "I have to see this!"

Lucifer nodded, remembering all the times of teasing the dimpled brunette, "Just for old times' sake!"

Castiel looked as he was about to protest but both men took up running to the stairs. They snuck to the bathroom door, listening until the water finally turned off. Gabriel grabbed onto the door knob and they both busted through the door. "Hey little Sam-"

Gabriel stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as they ran over a familiar body and face. The broad shoulders, muscles everywhere, long legs, and stupid hair. The dark blonde felt his mouth drop open, the memories of their night together ran through his mind. Heat ran across his cheeks as he stared, realization hit him, and he suddenly felt nausea mixed with arousal.

NotaPunk: Naked Sam! And awkward situations! Who doesn't love that? No yelling about Raphael's job! I made her a doctor because; in angel lore Raphael was the Angel in medicine. Seemed like a good fit. And there are going to be issues with the different careers that everyone has, because of different opinions.