Robin0203: LOL I know right! And I am so sorry for scaring you lol! I didn't mean to! ^...^ Supay in an Inca deity! LOL yep but totally cool and I should update more frequently from now on too!

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"Life and Death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides"

~~Lao Tzu

Silence rang loudly around the room as the group stared up at the two people.

Chuck, well his situation was kind of poetic if one thought about it (even to the Winchesters in the near future to come) He was crucified. All out crucified as in there was no expenses left undone, fine oak wood was nailed to the wall he was chained to, a chain of spikes up under his neck, keeping him from moving too much, the chain wrapped around the oak posts sealing his wrists stretched out, his shoulders looked as if they might be out of socket but in the position he was in it was hard to tell. His fingers were splayed out limply, large carpenter nails driven into each palm, his feet crossed at the end of the large cross. a nail sticking out from the top of the left and out through the bottom of the right.

Blood was painted all around him in intricate sigils.

His jeans and shirt stained with blood, dripping little droplets onto the floor. His curly hair matted down by the blood produced by a halo of thorns. All in all it was a pretty accurate picture of the most famous story in the bible, not including the Birth of course.

Death was next to him, just as vividly injured as the first. He too was enraptured to the wall by a coil of spiked chains. A cloak of darkness was hanging from his limp shoulders, blood dripping down the finest fabric either humans had ever seen. His finger nails had been removed and put back in forcefully the other way around. There must have been a pretty gnarly wound on his back, blood painted out into three sets of wings sprouting from his shoulder blades. A blood stain that looked suspiciously like a scythe was carved into his chest.

Death looked like Death.

He to was adorning a crown of sharp thorns, blood sigils painted intricately around them.

The sigils themselves were painted all around the room, what they said nobody could really decipher, or at least nobody but Gabriel who was slowly deciphering them, being the Messenger seemingly had its perks.

Alex was back at Lucifer's side, when she had moved there no one was exactly sure, but he didn't move a muscle as her small slim fingers wrapped around his bicep tightly. Raphael bent at the knee, dipping a finger into the blood and rubbing it between two of his fingers, humming under his breath in mild horror and fascination.

Sam and Dean had somewhat retreated to the door once more, still maintaining a clear line of sight on all the occupants of the room. Whispering amongst themselves.

Anubis looked uncomfortable, sniffing the air and leaning forward to latch onto the back of Raphael's jacket.

There was a tang in the blood, something was different in it, something that he recognized but at the same time didn't. His mind reeled to remember where exactly he had smelt this stench before. Him and Raphael came to the came conclusion at the same moment. The Archangel stood minding not to dislodge the young Egyptian's hand at the same time the Dog God let out a low whine and shrunk back, eyes wide and panicked.

He knew where he remembered this smell.

It had soaked the room Azrael had been laying in when him and Osiris had first been summoned.

Gabriel quickly caught up with his brother and Anubis's revelation, his eyes widening in horror as it dawned on him just what they were looking at.

"This is...This is bad..."

"Gabriel, is it what I assume it is?"

The Messenger nodded, it was indeed what he had assumed it was. A blood binding spell, only certain people knew of these and even fewer knew how to cast them properly. The spell called for blood to bind; that of the victims own or a next of kin, this was too much blood to be simply theirs.

Azrael was stuck where he had landed, his Hounds whining softly next to him, butting his hands with their heads to try and get a reaction from him, anything really. His eyes were staring first at Chuck, and then at Death, rotating back and forth between the two men. His brothers were aware of his silence, his stillness, but were a bit preoccupied at the moment to deal with it at this time.

"I know where I've smelt this, its angel blood, Jody's kitchen reeked of it when you guys first summoned me. Its stronger though...Like stronger then Azrael's.."

Raphael nodded his head at the god beside him, ruffling his hair gently, "That is because the angel to whom the blood belongs to is stronger then him."

Gabriel's heart dropped, Lucifer looked between the three clearly not on the same page as his brothers were at the moment, moving forward and cringing at the stench as it hit him in the face like a ton of bricks, Alex moving with him in step still seemingly refusing to release his arm from her grasp, he either ignored it or didn't seem to care in the slightest.

"Who's is it?"

Raphael opened his mouth, but was cut off before he could answer, "It's Michael's..Someone has dared to bleed my brother..That's how the have Dad chained here like a powerless doll."

They both turned to look at the one who had spoken, Azrael was glowing with rage, his Hounds responding with howls of anger, hackles raised and fur on ends. There was a concentrated light that had formed in his hand, taking shape into a scythe of his own design. Sam and Dean rejoined the group as an unknown wind made itself present to them, blowing the items loose on the floor into a vortex.

Anubis responded to The Son of Death's call, flashing briefly into an actual jackal headed creature. His nails grew faster, ending in sharp curves, canines making themselves sharper, glistening when he too howled with what was assumed to be poison. Azrael was loosing his temper, and he had grown since the last time the Archangels had seen him, they had a feeling that it would be more then little puffs of smoke and tiny little flashes of fireworks.

His eyes warped, sinking in, expanding like the eyes of a demon. Sometimes because of his natural disposition and his soft spoken ways it was easy to forget that next to the Archangels, he was the most powerful being in the room. His hounds growled, foam forming at the sides of their mouths as they grew in size, rivaling that of a Hell Hound who looked like a mere pup compared to what stood before them all now.

The room itself warped, the visage twisting and turning. Lucifer twisted Alex around, burying her into his chest, manifesting his own wings as a secondary precaution, the girl was shivering at the sudden drop in temperature. She felt softness wrap around her, opening her eyes only briefly from her spot smooshed into the mans chest to look out at the rose colored feathers rubbing at her shoulders.

Raphael was trying to calm Anubis, finding it useless in his currant endeavors he rolled his eyes in slight fondness and touched two fingers to his forehead, helping to guide the boy down when his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Shit had hit the fan fast.

Supay was kneeling on the ground, previously silent until now, waiting for his commands to do something, anything. Azrael had his back to them, dark lightning filling the room, illuminating a premature set of wings in its wake. It was kind of amusing in a morbid sort of way how one little thing could make so much happen as result.

A burst of energy shot from the Angel of Death. Shooting out and engulfing the room in its bright light. It was beautiful, one being of both life and death, dark and light, he was yin and yang in one body.

Glowing blue eyes and obsidian black eyes shot open at the same time, engulfed in brilliant white flames, their eyes slowly faded into that of a normal mortal hue. A force unseen pulled the nails from Chuck's hands, from his feet. The chains keeping them in place slithering effortlessly from their shoulders like a snake slithering off a tree limb. They both fell forwards as the thing keeping them hanging up. Azrael's eyes turned shifting once more.

Glowing dark, with a white pupil pushing through, his eyes like nothing Sam nor Dean had ever seen before.

The room was like a vacuum, oxygen sucking towards him, taking the breath away from the three humans. Chuck rubbed at his face, spreading blood, before lifting his chin and looking out at his youngest Son. Death was massaging his chest, looking at the gathered hunters, angels, and deities. But as it happened, both primordial beings turned to look at their Son before them. Power gathered around the young teenager. Screaming in silence, building and building, his face was blank.

His head slammed upwards, arms spreading at his sides and his mouth opening in a silent scream. Releasing a power that was more ancient then any of them, more potent then anything they had seen before.

Something that was never meant to be unleashed into this world or the next.

A fury so great it had even the two primordials struggling to stop him.

Their eyes widened.

"Azrael! No!"

There was a resounding thump as a body hit the floor of the demolished room.

The last thing heard was the frantic calling of their name and the whines of two concerned beasts.

Then blissful darkness.

OKIE! SO since it took so long to update I tried to make in actiony! So, Sam and Dean have reunited and have found Chuck and Death... Bound by the blood of an Archangel...

What happened there? Who is out for the count? What is Azrael doing? Releasing? Is there things that even his brothers don't know about him? Who is using Michael's blood to seal Chuck and Death? What is so important about those two? Why capture them? Where is Michael? What's happened to him? And the Leviathon? Is there going to be a new enemy on top of Dick? An alliance of sorts? Is Anubis going to be ok? Is Lucifer sort of maybe kind of beginning to warm up to the thought of Alex?

Stay tuned to find out!