Not exactly sure that this did what I wanted it to but I hope that it all makes sense and that you like. Only one/two chapters left. (Where have I heard that before :) )

Thanks again for all the reviews, if I get this finished for Thursday it will be a miracle! Mary xx

"You're telling me that God saw fit to dirty his hands in this little fight between us Horsemen and his favoured bloodline?" Death's eyes narrowed. "If that's the case, then why aren't we all dead yet? One look, one touch would be enough, wouldn't it?"

"Not exactly. Dean asked for God's help to save his brother. This, is his help." He waved at the two silent figures behind him. "He gave them the power to help themselves."

"He made them archangels." Realisation shone in Death's voice. "Now that is cheating."

"Not quite but close enough as makes no difference, besides it's God's game, he can do what he damn well likes." Gabriel shrugged in a what can you do way.

"Surely there must be rules though, even for deities?" Death smiled as Sam stood and moved to get his back, Dean standing and shifting to his side. "What is the after world coming to?"

The archangel snorted. "You should talk of rules." Gabriel nodded in the direction of Death's two shadows. "And ah – hello? What part of his game, his rules, don't you get?"

"Ok then. He wants to play, have at. You kill my brothers though and you will kill the Winchesters." He looked at Gabriel's companions. "And that would kill your faux angels too. If these two die then your angels will simply cease to exist."

"Not if we don't take the rings off first." Gabriel shot him a look that almost asked if he thought he was stupid.

Death smiled slyly. "You did your homework, I'm impressed. Still doesn't mean that you can beat us."

The archangel shrugged. "We'll take our chances. There's one good piece of news though." He smiled at Death. "You're fair game. Oh and just so no one chickens out here, I'm going to lock down the room."

FutureDean turned to face Castiel. "Get the hunter out of here," he commanded and the angel did, one touch to Bobby's forehead and they both vanished, Ruby's knife clattering to the floor as Bobby dropped it before disappearing.

Gabriel looked to Death. "Well then, where shall we begin?"

"How about we start this the old fashioned way?" Death felled Gabriel with the first blow, his fist connecting with the archangel's face and dropping him where he stood. The Dean that Gabriel had brought back with him stepped forward, and returned the favour, the punch lifting the Horseman from his feet and slamming him back into the wall. He turned his attention back to Gabriel just as presentSam rushed him, swinging his fist back as he did. Dean ducked and landed a roundhouse right in his brother's stomach, knocking the air from him and the body to the ground. He caught Death moving in the corner of his eye, turning to meet him even as FutureSam stepped by him to tackle his younger self. Dean caught Death's punch in mid swing, using the arm to pull the Horseman in and head butt him. Staggering back it stared coldly at him. "That was a very ungodly thing to do," it complained as blood ran from the broken appendage.

FutureDean smiled and moved in. "Well, God may have provided the engine for this ship, but I'm still the captain." He went to punch him again but his own arm was caught this time, his other self staring at him as he turned, its eyes cold and detached. "Which one are you?" he asked it.

"Famine."

"Figures. Already had your paws inside me." He grinned unpleasantly at his mirror image. "So my brother is War?"

Famine nodded, a smug look on his face. "Seemed fitting, he is carrying all that rage inside of him." A knee to the groin doubled Dean up and Death took advantage to twist his arm up his back and force his head down, another knee, this time to the face dropping him to the floor. His head was pulled up to stare again at his own features. "You kill me, you kill you," it sneered at him.

"Dead inside already, remember?," he smirked. "I'm gonna take great pleasure in using God's help to toast your balls like marshmallows. Even if mine go with them." He felt the weight move from his back as Gabriel levelled the playing field for him, pulling Death off and fighting to get a hand to his head. Dean watched Death wrestle Gabriel off and then he drew himself back to the task at hand. Reaching up he twisted the knee of Famine's host and brought him down on the floor beside him.

"I'm serving you your eviction notice!" The light sparked in his eyes again and he rolled them to get on top, pinning Famine underneath him. The Horseman wrenched both hands free as Dean's hand closed in on his forehead reaching to stop his destruction, trying to force himself free. Dean's weight kept him pinned. "Hoped you enjoyed your stay, don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out."

Dean dropped his hand to the Horseman's head, frowning as the creature wearing his face started to laugh. "What's so damned funny?" He felt it though, something was wrong, he was fading as the Horseman did. Turning his head quickly he realised why. War had gotten free of his brother and had pulled the ring from Famine's finger.

"Kill me and you're dead," it laughed up at him not seeming to be aware that Dean has already started to exorcise him, that now he had him trapped somewhere between the body on the floor and wherever was his next stop, Dean couldn't put him back.

Sam grabbed War, pulling him down, dropping a hand to his head with a feral growl, red smoke curling instantly from the mouth of his younger self.

Gabriel finished his dispatch of Death, the pale smoke clearing as he turned. Dropping to his knees and sliding Gabriel came to a halt next to Dean.

"The ring's off."

"Stop, you're killing you!" Gabriel reached to pull Dean's hand free and then froze. The white smoke he realised was already starting to curl from the mouth of the body on the floor and he knew that it was too late.

"I can't." There was no panic in Dean's voice just a cold resignation. They'd won, but he'd lost. "I can't stop it and I can't finish it." He turned to Gabriel. "Do it."

They exchanged a look as the archangel placed his hand through Dean's own and down onto the head of his younger self. "You sure?," Gabriel asked.

"Have to, no choice."

Gabriel finished the task, drawing the Horseman out and shielding his eyes with his hand as the room filled with black smoke followed by a blinding light then grew darker once more. When the archangel moved his hand only the two now prone bodies of Sam Winchester, the Dean his other hand was still resting on, and himself were still in the room. Rocking back on his heels he slid his hand from Dean's forehead to his neck, already knowing the answer he was going to find but still having to check anyway.

He would have called the feeling that welled up on him sorrow if he had known what it was.

A/N thoughts behind the rings. War's host was already dead so he disappeared when they cut the ring off, the car is a 'I am so not going there' area! lol. Sam killed Famine, so I just went, for this story, with the host being dead too. Just so you get where I am coming from if not where this is heading! Mary xx