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Warning: Spoilers for season 8 of Supernatural.

Mayhem's shrieking laughter causes the demon to cower. He grins as he peels away the human flesh while pressing down to keep the demon inside. He'd forgotten how much fun it is to toy with the hell spawn and see them squirm. Unfortunately, this one is weak and turns to ash and light when he presses too far. It's disappointing to say the least. He hopes Crowley returns soon.

Loki's voice pulls him away from his thoughts. He sees the god cradling a bleeding angel whispering soothing words as he removes the metal headpiece. Samandriel is wild-eyed and babbling that 'they' are controlling him and begs not to be taken back to Heaven.

"Hush, brother," Loki murmurs when he pulls the last spike before gathering him in his arms.

~~0O0~~

"You don't belong here."

Mayhem smirks and the trickster scowls at the angel before them. This one has caused Castiel pain and Mayhem knows it burns the god that she has manipulated those closest to him.

"Leave them alone."

Naomi smiles, "I don't obey you, pagan. It's time for you to leave."

"You'll lose if you fight us."

She rears back when Mayhem's face materializes inches from hers. Mayhem can't contain his excitement because she will definitely be amusing compared to a demon.

"Leave. Them. Alone."

~~0O0~~

Mayhem feels it again.

It's much stronger since the last time they walked between worlds. Deep within his being he senses the fragile shards of the universe shift and separate. The shadow beyond the edge of their universe is coming faster than they anticipated. He suppresses a shudder as Loki tugs his arm and together they fall off the edge.

He's tired of feeling suspicious, tired of doubting, but he trickster god has been gone for so long that it's difficult for the feelings to disappear. Gabriel whispers to the chaos knowing the dangers of relying on powers that are not his own. The eerie silence makes him realize Mayhem is no longer on this world.

So, he calls for another.

La Mala Suerte grins knowingly when he's called and the glint in his black eyes shine brilliantly. They follow the trail of invisible chaos left by Mayhem throughout the United States. A deep chill ripples through Gabriel when the pattern eventually swarms around the state of Kansas. The charge of flame and static is so violent that La Mala Suerte gasps at the pull of anger.

Gabriel clenches his jaw as they approach Stull Cemetery. His mind races to find a reason as to why the god decided to venture so close to the Cage keeping his brothers at bay. Before the angel can react, La Mala Suerte is dragging him down into the deep, under grass, under dirt and layers and layers of magic. The descent ends so abruptly that Gabriel's wings jerk in pain.

The Cage glows brightly in the depths of its own realm beneath the Earth. La Mala Suerte laughs quietly beside him running pale hands across the shimmering bars of the prison. He turns to Gabriel, eyes wide with mischief as he steps through the Cage.

"Ángel de mi Guardia, dulce compañía..."

~~0O0~~

The archangel waits impatiently for the other to return. Is Loki still inside? Why would he come here of all places? What if Mayhem broke the seals of the Cage?

"El cuerpo y el alma de Adán ha desaparecido."

Gabriel whirls to see the black suited being eying him closely. In a rush of air and ice they are above ground. He watches La Mala Suerte walk away, fading back to where he belongs.

~~0O0~~

Weeks have passed and Loki is still missing. Gabriel doesn't know where to turn anymore as anxiety threatens to tear him apart. Castiel is too wary around him to be of any help and Salem had long since left for his own world. He sighs in defeat because Loki and Mayhem will not let themselves be found.

He seeks out the Winchesters for company after the fruitless search. His mind is elsewhere and it isn't until he brushes past the hunters that he realizes something is wrong. He reaches out to pull one of them closer, fear running as their eyes lock. And there, he can see the change already seeping through the mortals.

No.

Dean and Sam are no longer mortal. Gabriel curses because this is Loki's doing.

A/N: I'd like to point out that I've never said the Guardian Angel Prayer in English so the translation is... off. Not to mention I've heard several variations of the prayer in Spanish which is why I was reluctant to write it completely. I was taught this one:

"Ángel de mi Guardia, dulce compañía, no me desampares, ni de noche, ni de día, por que si me dejas que me pasaria." - Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God's love commits me here, ever this night be at my side, to light and guard, to rule and guide.

"El cuerpo y el alma de Adán ha desaparecido." - The body and soul of Adam have disappeared.

Edited: 10-30-2013