Notes: Finally had some inspiration. I love you all.

Standard Disclaimers Apply

Tony stretched and yawned. The day had been very tasking, and he was looking forward to getting some much deserved sleep. That was, after downing a few beers and watching the highlights from the game he missed last week.

Entering his apartment, Tony quickly hung up his jacket and went to his room to change. Walking towards the refrigerator, he noticed the red light on the answering machine flashing. Pressing the 'play' button, Tony listened with half an ear as he got a beer from the fridge.

"Mr. DiNozzo, your rent is over—

Blah, blah, blah. If he had been home at any time during the past week it would've been paid. They'll get their money in the morning.

"Tony. This is Sam. We need to talk."

Well, that was interesting. After Dean's…death, Sam had went off the deep end. Tony and Bobby had fought with him about how to take care of the remains, but Sam wouldn't hear of it. The night before they buried Dean, Sam tried to make a deal, but the demon wouldn't hear of it. He even became infuriated when Tony wouldn't try to make a deal. Tony tried to get across to Sam that this wasn't Ground Hog's Day this time. That Dean was dead and that they would have to accept it. Sam hadn't spoken to Tony since then.

Tony grabbed the phone and fiddled with it. Cryptic messages…Sam was very much John Winchester's son.

About to dial in the number Bobby had given him (Sam had changed it last month), he was interrupted by the buzzing sound of someone on the ground floor trying to call him. Tony put down the phone and glanced at his watch as he padded over to the buzzer. 9PM, a little late for someone to be asking for him.

"Yeah?" Tony answered, pressing the button.

"It's Sam. Can I come up?"

Oh ho ho ho. Speak of the devil. Tony pressed the button that opens the door to the lobby of the apartment building.

It wasn't long before there was a knock on the door.

"It's open!" Tony shouted from his seat on the couch.

"You know, I'm only dead four months and both of my brothers have changed their phone numbers. What's with that?"

Tony was up in a flash and reaching for his silver coated belt-knife.

Before he could lunge at Dean, Sam shouted, "It's him!"

Tony felt like his heart was going to beat right through his chest. Standing before him was his living, breathing, and honest-to-God brother. The one who died four months ago. His knife fell from his hand and he found his arms automatically wrapping around Dean, who had grabbed him in a fierce embrace. Tears threatened to fall, but Tony didn't care.

Stepping back, he quickly palmed his eyes, "How?" was the million dollar question.

"An angel, dude. Think tax accountant with wings."

Tony let out a shaky laugh, "This calls for the hard stuff."

Angels. Who knew? Sam and Dean didn't know much about what was going on yet, but Tony was pretty sure the world was about to go to pot if angels were getting into the mix.

Watching his brothers drive off was hard. Not for the first, or certainly the last time, Tony wished that he was going with them. The not knowing what fate had in store for his brothers was maddening. If he was there with them, he might be able to help. Or get in the way. But he'd be there.

But he can't. This…this story was Sam and Dean's. It didn't call for him. If the world needed saving, his brothers would be the ones to do it. It doesn't mean he has to like it though.

Maybe he'd call in today. Heavy revelations like these call for getting plastered.