A/N: I hate these "author's notes" in stories and don't like doing them in mine, but felt the need to this time! To apologize to those who'd "subcribed" and "favorited" 'Earth Angels'! It's been way over due on updating but lost my net and just recently got a "smartphone", if you will, and learned how to use it as a "Mobile Hot Spot"! As a thanks for your patience, I'm putting up two chapters and will TRY to keep updates coming sooner. Since the premire of Season is done, this story is probably considered AU now! But it's been fun and recieved some really sweet and smart reviews, so strap in as 'Earth Angels' continue! Love!

Chapter 11: "Hand" games

Bithiel pinched the bridge of her nose to inconspicuously remove the tears building in the corners of her eyes.

"Now if we're done with the sharing portion of our program, I'm going the hell outside to get some frigging air. Maybe tinker with the Camaro. 'Cause, damn it, I ain't given up this much info since my 3rd grade 'show and tell'."

With that, the angel spun on a heel heading for the backdoor. Sam jumped slightly when it slammed shut, flinching with the shock it sent though his skull.

"Maybe one of us should go talk to her. I mean… she probably feels like we're ganging up on her. Like sharks on fresh meat."

"Not a bad idea, boy. She's more than likely working on whatever Cass has told her. And his level of trust in us right now. Which probably ain't much." Bobby agreed.

Much to his dismay, both brother and surrogate father turned their gaze on Dean.

"What?" When the looks only deepened, he waved his arms in front of him, similar to trying to ward away a charging bull.

"Uh-uh! NO! I can't stand the bitch and you guys want me to out there and make nice? Hell, I'd rather bring Lilith back and go all Biblical with her then…"

"Dean, you two seem to have the most issues. Go out there and turn on the ol' Winchester charm. Sweeten her up…"

"Screw you, Sammy! You go. Throw her the patented puppy eyes… works every time! She's already sweet on you… Damn it, Bobby! Help me out here, huh?"

Both boys turned on the elder Hunter. Stepping back, he threw his arms in the air in abstaining manner and quickly made a beeline for his desk chair.

"Nope, I'm outta this! I'm staying neutral! It's one of ya'll!"

Dean and Sam traded knowing looks before a fist came up in front of each. But instead of swinging them at each other, they were shaken three times and…

"Damn it!"

"Dean, when will you learn! Always with scissors!"

The older Winchester turned huffing with an eye roll.

"Fine, but I'm not going it alone…" He paused by the refrigerator long enough to extract a carton of bottles. "These bad boys are coming, too!"

This time when the door slammed, Sam didn't flinch. Instead, he turned a shit eaten grin to Bobby, who hide behind a book laughing quietly.

"Works every time!"