Robin0203:LOL well hello buddy! Thank you so much! I am happy you liked it! I am back indeed!

Broken Twisted Lullabies: Right! I thought it would be cool! It was a tad difficult to describe but I'm happy that I did well! I plan on including Michael more now, I feel slightly bad for what I am about to do to him! I sort of took the story of Loki being bound by his son's entrails and inserted it as best as I could for Chuck and Michael! I intend to use more of their true forms too! I'm so happy you liked them!

"Only the dead have seen the end of the war"

~~George Santayana

There was a bright flash of light, electricity made the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end. The air in the room felt tingly, almost as if a bomb had gone off inside with them. When the light had all but faded they all looked around the room in awe, everything was completely destroyed. The room was in ruins, it almost didn't even look like a room any more.

A thud interrupted them before anything could be said.

Everyone turned in slow motion.

Chuck and Death were struggling to cross the floor to make it to the fallen boys side. Their struggles were well pronounced as they were still suffering from injuries, Azrael not yet strong enough to heal the two of them. Blood smeared from their own hands and mixed with Michael's blood on the ground.

"What's wrong with him?"

"This is bad, very very bad"

The question was ignored as the two most powerful beings in the room fretted over the boy. Chuck shoved is hand up under his shirt, laying it flat against his chest. Death turned, facing the Hounds, Nero and Dante were whining at his head laying on their stomachs.

"He will be alright"

It seemingly did nothing to calm them though. Raphael pushed through his gathered brothers to get to his beloved younger brother, Father, and Uncle. He knelt down next to him, trying to halt his father's actions. Chuck shrugged him off though, still pushing weak power into the boys chest.

"He won't wake up! What happened, he is weak! Too weak, much too weak!"

"Father, please, you yourself are still attempting to heal what was done to you, please."

He was stopped short by a glare from his Father, "No, I lost him once, I can't loose him again!"

Raphael nodded, shell shocked at his Fathers admission. He took a step back, bumping into Lucifer as he did. The Morningstar had yet to release Alex from his hold, but his eyes were locked onto his youngest brother. Gabriel held a hand to his mouth in silent concern, Anubis was still out for the count, true form slowly fading back to his human form, Sam and Dean were looking around cautiously.

With that sort of energy boost it was bound to attract something.

Supay had vanished once he was sure his boss was well, not wanting to get caught in Azrael's backlash.

Sam put his hand down on Dean's shoulder to stop him from doing something stupid in the midst of Death, the Archangels, and whatever it was Chuck really was. Something they would get to the bottom of at a later time. He stepped forward with raised hands trying to maintain the somewhat calm atmosphere.

"We need to get out of here, worry about this at a later time, in a safer place, we don't know who felt that, whatever it was"

They all nodded in understanding, clearly seeing what he was talking about. Death, having regained more strength at a faster pace, stood from his spot on the floor. He tried rubbing at the blood on his suit, attempting to clean him self up and straighten his suit at the same time. When he was good enough, he bent down and lifted the boy from the floor.

Sam stepped back as Death stood to his full height, there was something almost threatening as he carried his only son protectively out of the crowd. Chuck stood, taking a moment and Gabriel's offered shoulder as support to move forward. Raphael watched them carefully before deducing that they were stable enough as he too bent down to lift the unconscious pup boy off the floor.

The three archangels exchanged looks and in mixing their graces together they were able to teleport all of them from the strange room in the warehouse and back to Jody's house. Death set Azrael on the couch, Raphael set Anubis on the floor next to him (he would wind up there in the long run so he figured he would cut out the middle man) Chuck moved to sit in the vacant chair next to the couch running a finger over the small cuts and watching as they healed themselves up.

Jody and Bobby were gone and they seemingly forgot to leave a note.

Alex sat with Lucifer, smooshed between the arm and his legs, on the recliner.

Gabriel was stretched on the arm of the couch Azrael was laying on.

Sam and Dean were standing in the background observing the entire situation silently.

They were silent, worry rolling from the adults in waves, Azrael had yet to waken once more. Slowly but surely Chuck healed all of his cuts and bruises, much to the Hunters amazement.

"Father?"

His head snapped up, turning to face Lucifer, an eyebrow raised at being addressed by his wayward son. The blonde archangel rubbed at the back of his neck not having actually expected his Father to acknowledge him.

"I know what your going to ask Son, and no I did not release you from your cage, but now that this has happened I do not intend to send you back just yet."

Lucifer was frozen for a moment and Alex elbowed him hard in the ribs, "I...I'm sorry"

"What?"

Now it was Chuck's turn to be surprised. He turned back around to look at his son.

"I'm sorry, for...For what I did...I'm sorry dad...Please forgive me"

"You were always forgiven Son, all you needed to do was ask"

Now they were quiet. Azrael and Anubis's soft breathing the only sounds in the room. Death had since fully healed and had begun pacing back and forth. Muttering under his breath about something that none could decipher. Chuck watched him for a long while, leaned over onto his knees. At what seemed like random intervals Death would look over at Chuck and seemingly say something with his eyes.

"My son has been poisoned."

Death's voice was...Well it was Deathly calm. It was almost scary. Chuck looked up at him, his eyes seemingly sparking.

"Do you think I am happy about this? He is my son as well!"

"He would not have been in this position had you not banished him from his home! Azrael does not lie, we had raised him better then that!"

"What else was I to do, my children were frightened and he was as right as rain"

It was something else watching the two most powerful beings in existence argue. It was also very frightening.

"You should have believed him Life"

"I am not a perfect being Death"

"No Life, for a perfect person would have believed him."

"I made a mistake Death, do you not think I had not tried to rectify it? I have been looking for our child for eons upon eons, but you know him as well as I, if he does not wish to be found, he won't be"

Death and Chuck had moved in sync, at each others throats practically, four sets of powerful eyes sparking threateningly. Storms were gathering outside, the windows shadowing over in response to their darkening tempers. It would do them no good being at one another's throats though. Azrael knew who he was, what he was, and therefore what he had actually done could make their issues with the Leviathan look like a mere walk around the park.

"This will do us no good. We need to be one in this"

"The boundaries need to be checked and enforced"

Death nodded at Chuck, he was still unable to leave however it was not like he wanted to leave his son's side either. He could do as he needed from where he was. Eyes turned back to Azrael and in extension Anubis.

All they had to do now was wait for them to awaken.

Deja vu? Anyone?

Bobby and Jody struggled forward, forced into a dark damp room. The door was slammed shut behind them. The sheriff was quick in turning back, banging into the door. She was happy at the moment that Alex was not with her; not only so she wasn't a captive, but so she also didn't hear the words that had come out of her mouth when she realized rather quickly that the door was locked.

Bobby had turned the other way, something having caught his eye.

A stutter broke Jody from her reverie.

On the wall behind them, nailed up like an extreme version of the latest addition to ones butterfly collection, was undoubtedly an angel. Six pairs of brilliant white wings were nailed to the wall, blood dripping down the stunning white feathers. Streams of little tubes were jutting out from his body, a golden red substance was being sucked from him (they both suspected it to be his blood) bruises were under his eyes, his feet limp as he hung to the fall.

He wore a warriors skirt that looked as if someone had pulled it from a history book, particularly the Roman sections, an under shirt that one would wear with armor, and a golden band around each arm.

They'd seen him before, in a painting somewhere, in a church.

It was the Archangel Michael.

So, Michael has been found? Bobby and Jody have been taken, but by who? Who has taken Michael, and in extension Bobby and Jody? Will they notice the absence? What is it that Azrael has done? What boundaries must be checked? What is it that Death and Chuck haven't told them? Will Azrael and Anubis wake up? What will Sam and Dean think of having Chuck and Death with them now? How will Alex be involved in all of this? Lucifer and Alex?