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One of the hounds curled up on the other side of the back seat, allowing Sam to lay the unconscious body out on top of him. They both whined in agony at the lack of movement from their master, licking his face and fingers to try and draw some sort of reaction. They got nothing.

Dean was in the drivers seat and turning the key before anyone could stop him, Bobby simply sliding into the passenger side and Sam having to take his chances with the two Hounds in the back seat. He knew that his brother as driving as fast as he could, but nothing seemed as if it was fast enough now, not when they had a kid bleeding to death in the back seat of their car.

"Can't you go any faster!"

Sam was leaning over the other hound, either not noticing or ignoring the red eyes watching his every movement, pressing his hand back to the seeping wound. There was no reaction to his touch which only made him worry more. Dean looked at them both through the rear view mirror, his eyes brows meeting in concern. Bobby turned in his seat to look at them.

"I'm going as fat as the car can go!"

"Well its not fast enough!"

No, it wasn't, it felt as if it was way too slow. Just when Sam didn't think it could get any worse, the kid started coughing. His eyes widened to the point it could have almost been comical in any other situation, as he saw the blood spilling from the side of the kids mouth. The dog underneath him whined loudly, painfully, and laid his large head down on his masters weakly moving chest.

Sam leaned forward quickly, getting a good sized portion of the kids shirt in his hands, and yanked him up. There was a surprised yelp as the kid moved, but from one of the dogs. He coughed more, blood spewing from his lips, gurgling in his throat. The younger Winchester propped the kid up against his chest, patting his back, and trying to ignore the blood he was regurgitating.

"What's going on! What's that noise!"

Dean was back to watching the road, going at speeds that rivaled the cars power, the interior shaking with the effort. Bobby watched with little he could do as their angel spilled his blood all over the front of Sam's shirt.

"He's choking on his own blood!"

The elder Winchester cursed, pounding his foot harder onto the gas pedal as if trying to get one last spurt of speed from the car. It wobbled and creaked, but managed a few more miles. Bobby gave direct orders as to where he was to turn and where he wasn't, switching between watching the road in front of them and the kid still spewing blood on Sam's shirt.

They were losing him before they even had a chance to save him.

"Azrael, open your eyes my Son"

The voice was full of warmth, love, and the spark of all; creation. Slowly, ever so slowly, mismatched eyes opened to gaze up at the figure looming above him. A gentle face, a warm smile, greeting him for the first time. He looked around him slowly, smiling faces was all he saw.

"These are your brothers, Azrael, Archangel of Death"

More were swarming him, and he got extremely nervous, until a large warm hand rubbed at the base of his wings gently, calming him.

He had WINGS!

Another laughed joyously, picking him up under the arms and lifting him in the air. Blonde hair crowned his head like a bright halo of sunshine. Blue eyes swirling with red shined up at him as he was lifted above their head.

"He's so small Father"

"He's merely a child Lucifer, you were as small as him once too"

The one holding him, Lucifer, smiled up at their Father.

"Never!"

There was bright laughter from behind him, deep and booming, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Another lifted him from Lucifer's arms, cradling him gently against their breast.

"Welcome home, Little One"

They were soft and warm, gentle as they rocked him back and forth in a soothing motion. Somewhere in the back of his head, he had this feeling that although he could not see Father he was still there, silently watching over them all.

"My name is Michael, I am your eldest brother, and that is Lucifer, another of your older brothers. And those two are Raphael and Gabriel" He motioned to the younger two, one dark skinned and the other pale, bright green and golden eyes shining down at him as they came closer to the angel baby. "We are indeed your big brothers"

"We will protect you now."

Dean slammed on the breaks kicking up dirt and rocks alike as they finally reached the destination Bobby was directing them too. Azrael had gone silent, still, some minutes ago. Sam was searching for a pulse, anything to see if he was still alive. Bobby was the first to leave the car, slamming the door behind him as he ran up the driveway. Dean was second to get out, running around to Sam's door and opening it. His eyes wide as he gazed down at the prone form and his brother trying to feel for a pulse.

"Is he?"

"Alive? For now"

Dean nodded reaching in to pull the kid out of the car, waiting until the two Hounds had jumped out before slamming the door shut.

"What happened!"

Jody Mills was running down the driveway towards them, ignoring the Hound at her left as he growled dangerously at her as she lifted the kids shirt eliciting a slight whine from him. Alex was right behind her, grimacing as she looked over her shoulder and saw the gaping hole in the younger ones chest. Bobby was bringing up the rear.

Sam looked around, pushing them all and ushering them back towards the house. He had no doubts that the two Hounds could protect them should anything or anyone jump out of the shadows at them, but it was not a risk he was willing to take at this point, not when their key player was practically a dead man in his brothers arms.

"Its a long story, one we will tell you, but inside, away from anything and everything"

The Sheriff nodded in understanding, turning on her heel with Alex in tow and leading them all back up her driveway and into her house. Once inside Alex was ushered off to get supplies, if they were going to try and help the angel they needed to act fast. There was no telling how long they had to do anything that would make a lasting impact and it wasn't a chance any of them were willing to take.

Jody looked back at Sam as she cleared her kitchen table of everything that had been covering it and motioned for Dean to lay the pale unmoving figure down on it. He laid Azrael as gently as he could onto the wooden surface, the two Hounds laying down under the table where they knew they would be out of the way but not out of sight, where they could easily watch everything and everyone in the room.

At their masters side.

"So tell em what happened! I thought everything was under control."

"It was.."

Sam took the supplies that Alex had returned with, setting them out around the counters. She stayed in the door way, and either both adults did not care that she remained or did not notice her, but nobody told her to leave. Jody had a feeling that the story she was about to hear was not a happy one.

Leviathan were very much like insects in that they were attracted to bright concentrated light, despite contrary belief, or at least the less advanced Leviathan were. So in the flickering lights of candles Jody went about stitching up the Angel of Death on her kitchen table. Despite all things she could be doing on her Saturday night sewing up a kids chest after having been stabbed clean through was not on that list.

Alex was propped in the corner, an old worn book opened in the crook of her folded legs. The pages were crinkled and fraying at the edges as she gently turned them with her fingers. Unlike everyone else, she was extremely curious about Azael's past, who he was, what he was, what he really was anyway, who the dogs were, why the followed him, what they were.

She was finding exactly what she wanted in the book she had simply found sitting under one of the chairs on the porch whilst the other adults were busy fretting over the kid being stitched up on their kitchen table.

The thought that the Angel of Death had almost died was not something that even crossed their minds (that they would admit to anyway).

Sam and Dean had retreated to one of the spare rooms with Bobby to do even more research, leaving the two women to their own devices.

"Jody, is he gonna be ok?"

Azrael looked even paler then he usually did. His face was beading with sweat, a fever no doubt taking hold. But the weird dogs under the table were sleeping soundly, so she figured he must be.

"I don't know Alex, it's still too early to tell...I hope so though...I really so"

Alex turned back to her book, turning another page. Jody stood up, heading to the sink to wash the blood from her hands. She then draped a light sheet over the angels waist and turned to leave. Alex jumped down from the counter she had been sitting on to follow after. They didn't know what or who the two Hounds were but they trusted that they would not allow anything to touch Azrael.

She turned in the door way to take a final look at her friend (she guessed, they hadn't talked much but when they had it had been nothing but friendly).

At least life couldn't get any worse.

"Dean, we have a problem"

Oh, how wrong she was.

Sooo! Things are gonna start to get hairy!

Will Alex find anything out about Azrael? Has he been keeping secrets? What's happening to him? How are they going to get out of this one? Who and what are the Hounds? What's going on?

Stay tuned and find out!