Henry was tossing slightly in his sleep, his long legs entangling in the sheets that Sam had thrown over the couch for him. He didn't particularly care for time traveling for this reason- it shook both him and James up greatly, even though they'd never talked about it directly and it went mostly unspoken. James would read War and Peace to try and calm down; he often shoved Henry out of his head when he tried to peer in and figure out what was wrong, but from the one glimpse he'd seen James worried mostly about screwing with the timeline and in turn hurting his family.

Henry always had dreams that disturbed him whenever he was put out of his element, memories that he wished he didn't need to revisit. One night in particular always came back to bite him in the ass; the night that Henry had been seven years old and had painfully acquired his second and third sets of wings.

It was a damn hard night for Henry and Sam both. Sam took the ice pack away, he had almost failed to notice that he was still holding it against the sleeping child's back. He held the seven-year-old closer, then he heard a faint rustling of feathers from behind him and a slight disturbance in the air.

"How's he holding up?" Gabriel asked genuinely in a quiet voice, reaching out and smoothing the locks that were falling into Henry's shut eyes. Henry was breathing slowly, he was shallowly sleeping as his eyes just barely moved underneath his eyelids. "He's okay. I think he's okay." Sam replied, uncertainly, doing the exact same thing as Gabriel and he planted a little kiss on Henry's clammy forehead. "I think he's more scared than anything, really."

His eyes met Gabriel's and he smiled just a little. "Thank you for coming. I know it's against the rules to be here." He frowned a little as he said this and gently smoothed down Henry's curved back, making a gestimate as to where his budding wings would be.

"Hey, you know me. I'm a natural-born rule breaker." Gabriel joked, reaching out and actually touching the wings that were invisible to Sam. He weighed the surprisingly heavy wing on his palm, and Henry cooed just a little in his sleep as Gabe helped stretch out the golden-brown downy baby wing into a more comfortable position from the awkward twist it had been in before. "He's looking okay, I think its over. They're out in full, the feathers are dry..." He reached out and smoothed down the row of wings, his hands bump-bump-bumping along over each of the three wingtips. He looked sad all of the sudden as he reached over and pulled the boy to rest on his own chest. "C'mere, sweetheart. Aww, they look so pretty." He said quietly as he tucked the exhausted child into his chest.

"He still believes that I'm with you for requirement, right?" Gabriel asked uncertainly, continuously smoothing down the row of gradient wings as Henry's sleepy head lolled onto his shoulder. Sam frowned but nodded.

"Good. It's easier if that's what he believes. Hearing that my daddy loves me very much, but he just can't be here right now is probably what made me so bitter against my family in the first place. I don't want him to try and find me either. I'm fighting the Big Bads, creatures that even Dad has difficulty killing. I'm working with Dad and Mikey now, and if these creatures ever found out about Henry..." Sam nodded and reached out to sweep hair from Henry's face. "They could use him against you. I know, you've told me before."

There was a quiet moment as Henry stirred just a little and wrapped his arms tightly around Gabriel's neck, Gabe smiled sadly and wiped the crusty tear tracks from his cheek with his thumb.

"He's taking after you already. He almost got suspended for the kind of tricks he pulls on his second grade classmates." Sam laughed, and Gabriel grinned and looked down at his wings again. Sam made no move to take Henry back yet, he knew Gabe needed these little moments with his son where he could take them.

"You know, I thought his wings would stay golden for all six of them, like mine. His birthwings were gold. But the bottom two...gold-brown and dark brown." He smiled and his eyes met Sam's. "That's probably from you. I don't know if I'd told you I'd never had a nephilim before."

"You have told me that." Sam replied, smiling just a little. The fact that he'd chosen him for his first nephilim ever...

Henry was stirring, too much to be able to fall back asleep. Gabe looked a little panicked, he wasn't sure if he should just give Henry back to Sam and disappear, but he made his decision. He would stay, after such a rough night the kid had earned it.

Henry groaned groggily and opened his greenish-blue eyes slowly. "Hey, baby." Gabriel said quietly, and Sam could just feel the heartbreak in his words. Henry blinked up at him, and his little wings shuffled and stretched, fumbling, similiar to the uncoordinated movements of a infant's hands. "Dad?" He asked quietly, his face lighting up.

"You've been such a strong boy, Henry. You were so brave." He said, wrapping his own six pure gold wings around the two of them. Henry looked around them at the wings and marveled at them, his eyes widening. "Wow..." He breathed, reaching out tentatively and running his hand over the closest wing, taking in the pure gold feathers as they bounced back into place after he'd smoothed them down, gold flashing in little shimmers from the refracted light.

"Yours are going to be big and strong one day too. You'll see." Gabriel explained, tightening the wall of golden feathers around them and pulling Henry closer, not saying anything as he pressed his cheek to the top of his hair.

"Don't leave, dad. Please." Henry cried, his own wings stretching and flapping, the little feathered additions barely covering his back. A fresh tear popped from his eye and quickly smoothed down his cheek in a glimmering trail. "Please. I'm scared. I...I don't know what I am." His voice was more watery now, wavering as he sniffed and another tear rushed down his cheek. "Why are there so many wings, dad? Jimmy only has two...and it hurts so badly..."

"You're my son. And that means you and James are going to be very different." Gabriel tried to explain. It almost seemed like Gabriel had recieved a very harsh message as he flinched, unwrapping his tunnel of wings from around them. "I have to go." He said, he averted his eyes as he couldn't look at Henry's heartbroken face. Henry gripped tightly to his shirt, his little chest hiccupping with sobs now. "Please don't go!" He sobbed, his rows of baby wings drooping sadly on his back. Gabriel wanted to say I love you so badly. But he could make up for all of this later, when he wouldn't be putting Henry in extreme danger by seeing him. He couldn't even bring himself to say goodbye, as the archangel vanished from underneath him...

Henry woke up with a small gasp, his breath catching in his throat. He opened his eyes and saw a vaulted ceiling and felt the couch underneath his back, it had just been a dream. He had that dream a lot, whenever he was upset, and he didn't particularly care for it. It was one of the few encounters he'd ever had with his angel father, but he didn't like to remember it. Gabriel was always running around, doing things Henry couldn't quite comprehend. He didn't like to dwell on it and feel bitter. He had his dad, his uncles, he had James.

At this thought, he felt arms wrap around his chest. Aw, James was such a damn baby sometimes. He opened his eyes and saw James pulling away from the quick, reassuring hug. "Mornin', couzie." Henry said, stretching his arms over his head and yawning. "I see you're headgear's almost all grown in." He said, peering in to see his cousin's true form, also so that he could change the subject. James wasn't so easily thrown off subject.

"You told me they don't happen anymore." James crossed his arms and frowned. "I thought you trusted me."

"They didn't..Jimmy, I haven't had one for a long time." Henry said irritably. "You know how it is with time travel."

James still didn't answer, keeping his arms crossed.

"Fine, Jimmy. I'm sorry. I don't know why you're mad at me when I literally just woke up. I would have told you." Henry rolled his eyes but smiled reassuringly at James' pouty expression. He could be such a baby.

"Fine." James answered, gripping the edge of the couch and beginning to stand up. Then he smiled and ran a hand through his pitch hair. "Are they really almost in?"

"Hm. Maybe a few more days. And they look absolutely ridiculous, by the way." Henry smirked up at James, which earned him a whap to the face with a pillow. "Eh, somebody's just jealous." James laughed.

"C'mon, Bambi. We gotta get out of here asap, and get after Mammon. She could be anywhere." Henry stretched and climbed from the couch, and once he'd straightened up James whumped him into another hug, his face came to Henry's chest-level as he let his ear press to his chest. "Wow. You done?" Henry snickered and ruffled the kid's dark hair, not like it wasn't messy enough. He always had major bedhead. "I feel like the mother of an overly clingy kid on the first day of preschool."

"Shut up, bitch." James' voice came through somewhat muffled. "And stop trying to act so fuckin' tough all the time. I know you better than anyone else, and you're not fooling anyone. You're like my big brother, and if I see that you need a hug I'm giving you one, dammit." He said, and Henry found it hilarious that he sounded angry as he said this. James pulled away and quickly began to smooth down his awful bedhead, ready to head into the kitchen area.

"Okay, cuddle-bear, let's go tell the 'rents what our plan is." Henry said, chuckling to himself as he patted James just once on the back. Sure, they'd get in spats almost every single day, but James could be a total sweetheart sometimes, and Henry didn't want to admit he loved it when James would show his more kind side.

Dean was already awake, and he was making coffee. He almost jumped when he saw the two amble in side-by-side and take their seats at the table, like he still hadn't had the whole situation sink in. "Uh, mornin'." He said lamely, turning back to the coffee machine. Maybe because everything was so unexpected and it was late at night when they first arrived it hadn't seemed so weird, but now, in the morning with the two of them just here...it felt awkward. And especially because they knew everything about him and he knew next to nothing about them.

"What's for breakfast?" James piped up, still making a futile attempt to tame his wild morning hair. Dean noticed him smoothing down his head and spoke up again. "Is it..do you, um, need something-" James realized and let go, a piece of his hair was sticking straight up like Alfalfa. "Oh, no. It's not that. I'm all good." He smiled brightly up at him and finished smoothing down his hair quickly. "Henry says I'm almost all done anyway." He beamed up at Dean, and Dean realized it must have meant a lot to James that he'd passed this milestone, but he wasn't sure what to say to that. "Um...congrats." Dean said nervously. James just chuckled light-heartedly. "You're so weird, dad."

"You can help yourself to anything in the pantry.." Dean started, but was interrupted. "No need, Uncle D." Henry chimed, swiping his hand across the table, which suddenly yeilded four plates of steaming hot breakfast food, with sausages, hash browns, eggs, fruit, and toast on each plate.

"Show off," James said, but his words were muffled from the food he'd already shoved into his mouth. "Plus you're supposed to conserve your energy for the hunt today, genius."

"Well, it looks like the food tastes terrible in your opinion.." Henry chuckled as James shoveled down another forkful of food. "Shuff va fuv up," James flipped him off and kept eating. He swallowed and spoke up. "How about we head out in twenty?"

"Sounds good." Henry replied, taking a small bite of his own plate.

Dean found it funny how they could be at each other's throats and then just as civil as ever the next second. But then it sank in what they were talking about. "Wait, Sam isn't even up yet, and we need to prep the car with supplies." Dean said, lifting an eyebrow. "You are including us, right?"

The two cousins exchanged a guilty glance. "See, dad, uhm.." James started, averting his gaze and looking at the floor. "We can't risk you or dad getting hurt, Uncle D. I'm sorry, but I think it would be best if me and James took this one." Henry answered, for once his Sam side came through as he tried to be nice about it. "She's probably even more powerful than Abbadon. And Dean.." Henry pressed his lips together and continued. "You're only human."

Dean bristled and spun around. "Henry, me and Sam have been just fine doing this for god knows how many years. So why don't you find this Mammu bitch and we can all help end this."

Henry looked down at James, wanting him to answer this time. "Dad...we..we just can't. This is going to be dangerous to say the least." Dean looked even more angry as he said this. "All the more reason for us to come, then."

There was clearly no reasoning with the overly protective father, who was almost fuming standing there. "James Samuel Winchester, you better not do something stupid."

Jimmy?

Henry spoke directly into James' head, and he swept his eyes over to meet his cousin's dark blue orbs discreetly.

Now what? If dad gets hurt here... Jimmy pressed his lips together. He didn't like time travel much, he always worried that something bad would happen to completely screw with everything. Ugh, he needed some tea and a good book to curl up with.

I know. I don't want to mess something up either. Henry paused for a second. Dean is so set on coming, and...I don't want to lose you if we lose him.

Aww, Henry, that's so sweet, your penis might just invert on itself and become a friggin vag. James poked fun of him, but the truth was he was touched when his tough-shelled cousin occasionally was kind like that.

Shut the fuck up, Prongs. Henry grinned at him. I have an idea.

Dean was immediately suspicious of all the sudden silence. "That's it, I'm waking up Sam. If you two keep misbehaving I swear, I'll spank you..." He quickly strode from the room, leaving his mug of steaming coffee behind.

Henry quickly seized the opportunity to lean over and hurridly whisper into James' ear. "I did a quick search of the area, and I found her. Bitch must have a thing for bars, cuz she's at one already. It's about an hour drive away."

James lifted his eyebrow. He knew what Henry was trying to say. "So angel-proof the area for dad, so they'll have to drive?" He asked. He knew he wanted to shake the parents trailing them, but to not even have the option of backup..

"We were so close yesterday, Jimmy. C'mon, we got this." Henry prompted, grinning deviously and playfully swinging his silver blade around, he'd just conjured it. "What do you say?" He extended his hand for James to grip onto so they could share the somewhat energy-sapping flight.

James thought for a moment. "We going with plan Sub-Sigil?" He brought a finger up to his lips in thought. Henry winked and him and grabbed his hand. "Plan SS, baby." James finally looked convinced. "What are we waiting for, then?"

Henry smiled brightly. "That's the spirit, couzie." The two vanished with a light flutter and then everything was still.

It was just a second too late when Cas popped into the room, he was smiling brightly with his arms full of supplies. He had a pink, floppy hot water bag in one arm and an icepack in the other, as well as countless bottles of painkillers. "James? I got a few things.." He knew something wasn't right as he looked around the quiet room. The boys from the future weren't there, he could feel there were somewhere else.

"Henry? James?" He called out uncertainly, but his own voice only echoed back at him. He then spotted the small, quickly closing scar in the air, an indication that they'd flown somewhere else. "Dean!"

...

The two stood outside of the bar and quickly pushed inside. They spotted her right away; the woman they'd chased earlier. She had long, wavy blonde hair and she was wearing an all black outfit, chatting up some guy by the bar and batting her lashes.

"Left." James said through his teeth to Henry, who nodded. "I'll take right." He hissed back, and the two straightened up. They sat down at a table and sat face to face, putting their elbows on the table and gripping their hands together like a double arm wrestle.

"Try and keep up this time, lil' bro." Henry smirked and closed his eyes, concentrating. James puffed out a bit of air and slightly smiled, closing his eyes too and deeply focusing on the job. If one could concentrate enough, they could probably pick up on the faint scraping noise that filled the room as the two carved a devil's trap telepathicallly underneath the floor, James took the left half and Henry the right, right around two inches beneath the hardwood into the cement.

"Okay, Jimmy, it's your turn." Henry said, narrowing his eyes at his cousin and letting go of his hands.

"Come on, HJ! You know I couldn't pull that off. I'm too small, remember?" He jeered and crossed his arms over his chest. Henry rolled his eyes.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors, shoot!"

Henry slapped his forehead and leaned back in his chair dramatically. "Mother fff..."

"Quit being a drama king and psuedo-rob the damn bar already." James chuckled into his hand at his cousin's killer glare. Henry stuck his tongue out playfully before standing up quickly, and pulling out his gun and firing two shots into the air.

"ALRIGHT, FUCKERS. This is a God. Damn. Robbery. So if you don't want to fuckin' die in the next few seconds, I suggest you get the Fuck. Out." The bar cleared out pretty damn quickly after that. James calmly stood up and brushed his shoulders off of the drywall that had sifted down after the first few gunshots to the ceiling. "Eh, coulda done better."

Henry reloaded his gun, and began to sing. James rolled his eyes. "Not this again-"

"All I want to do is-"

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

"And-"

Chi-chic. He reloaded.

"And take ya money."

"Zero out of ten. It's a no from me. You're not going to Hollywood." James laughed, and the two ambled to the seriously pissed off demon in the invisible devil's trap. She drummed her red nail polished fingers on the bartop, seriously pissed that two kids that were absolute idiots could ensnare her like this.

"You two again." She snarled, her bright blue eyes narrowing as he gritted her teeth together.

"Us two again." Henry replied, smirking and putting his gun away. "And this time? We're gonna finish the job." He lowered his voice dangerously, and James felt goosebumps prickle to his skin. His cousin could be pretty intimidating sometimes.

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure." The blonde hissed, a dangerous smile now crawling to her lips. "How goes it, Azzie?"

"Asmodeus-" James' face fell in realization. There was a loud crack as the sister who had mysteriously appeared behind them stamped her foot and the floor pulled apart into a two or three foot chasm.

"You two haven't learned yet? Us sisters have a few tricks up our sleeves. I travel through time, Azzie space..." The other sister suddenly popped next to Mammon, they had matching devilish grins on their faces. Asmodeus had pitch black hair in a short, sharply cut bob, pale white skin like her sister and deep green eyes.

"Aww, Em, but they're only babies." Asmodeus's voice was low and rough, and she had blood red lips just like both of her triplet sisters. "But you know what they say. Veal is better than beef..."

James whipped out his blade and almost growled, getting into a fighting stance. "You'll never find Abbadon. We'll gank your damn asses twice over before I let that happen." His deep blue eyes were narrowed dangerously, and Henry felt his own blade drop into his palm, a result of his pounding heart.

"You'd be surprsied what a little torture can do, sweetheart." Mammon said in her sickeningly sweet high pitched voice. She exchanged a glance with the black-haired woman and sneered. "Now. The fun part." Mammon hissed. "You two have been a thorn in my side for too damn long."

The woman had been right in front of him just a second ago, as Henry narrowed his eyes and felt the blade underneath his sleeve, just about ready to try and lunge forward and run the woman through. Asmodeus smiled up at him with what was the cross between a sultry smile and a sneer, her red lipsticked lips curling up and her lucid green eyes narrowing dangerously. Demons can't mind read, can they...? But this woman was the exception, along with her sister. If one could teleport and the other time-travel, who knew what other things they might be able to do...

Henry blinked in surprise when the black-haired woman suddenly just disappeared. Right in front of him. He didn't see the wrinkles and swirling air that would have indicated that she'd time traveled, only the telltale scar that meant a shift in space, not time. So where was she?

Henry got the answer soon enough. He heard a wet cough next to him and whipped his head to look. "H-Henr-" James sputtered, fear shining from his eyes. His cousin was falling, gripping tightly to his shirt. Henry felt his heart skip a beat; the demon had plunged a blade deep into James's side, a sickeningly evil sneer on her lips.

"Oh my God..James!" Henry screamed out, catching the falling man and holding him in his arms as James' face began to get increasingly paler. "Hey, buddy, look at me, stay with me.." Henry felt his chest squeezing painfully with fear, he brought a hand up and touched James' face, his own hand was tainted with James's quickly flowing blood, and it was shaking. He left little viscous fingerprints of blood on James' face, his own blood.

Henry felt more anger than he'd ever felt in his entire life, he let it fill him up until he felt like he would burst with it. "Don't pursue me or my sisters again. You have no idea what you're getting into, little boy." The black haired woman sneered, reaching out and latching on to Mammon's arm. Henry held James close and protectively to his chest, James had closed his eyes and the features on his pale face were going lax. "James...James, listen to me, stay with me.." He had his bloody hand cupped to his cheek, it was shaking violently, and James didn't respond.

"You can't kill us. We'll kill you first." Mammon snickered, playing with a strand of her long blonde hair. Suddenly, everyone who had previously ran from the bar rushed back in, ebony eyes making them look like some type of sick insect. Henry let the angry fill him up, feeling it just at the threshold of bursting out of his body. "Never tell me what I can't do." He growled, lifting his narrowed eyes from his dying cousin's face to meet the two demon's blue and green eyes.

Within a split second, Henry made his restraint disappear and his power kicked out in a sharp circle. This had only happened once before in the past, and it had scared him shitless. He'd needed Cas to help to explain to him what had happened; that all angels had their own sort of aura that surrounded their body, and anything that fell within its proximity could be under their control. Cas demonstrated it to him; it looked like some sort of three-dimensional shadow that encompassed their bodies, but it wasn't geometric or spherical in any way. It moved like a plasma, like shadows of flame licking around their vessel. Their shadow of influence. And he knew that because he was the son of an archangel, his would be large and powerful.

A powerful burst kicked out and reached in to every single demon in the room, shoving through their flesh and bone and ruthlessly ripping their poisonous substance out of the humans, matter black as ink splattered out from every single body, a wind erupting and whipping through the room, all the framed pictures and posters tore apart. But the two sisters had already vanished.

Henry had a fierce fire in his eyes, and his wings were out in full, the gradient of glossy gold-to-brown outstretched and encompassing himself and the limp boy. He closed his eyes and used every ounce of strength he had left to locate the Impala and fly both him and his cousin into it.

A burst of wind combed through the car as the two roughly fell into the backseat, Henry still had his six pairs of wings tightly and protectively wrapped around James. "What the-" "Omigod!" Dean swerved to the side, and killed the engine. Henry was passed out and breathing raggedly, his golden feathers were rumpled and puffed up and one of his wings was tweaked. Dean saw just a peek of James' pale face from a gap in one of the wings, and his heart caught in his throat. His son's face was white as a sheet, and blood was staining his cheek.

"James...oh my god, Jamie..." He reached back to lift the wall of golden-brown feathers to try and get a better look, but as soon as his hand made contact the wing rustled loudly and tightened around the small human's body. Henry scowled in his sleep and part of Henry's influence shot out and Dean was suddenly seized by an invisible force, as Henry was still unconsciously in extreme protection mode. Dean was making small choking sounds as his own hands flew to his throat.

"Henry, hey! It's okay, it's me!" Sam quickly insisted, reaching back and touching the young man's shoulder, which seemed to break the spell as Dean wheezed in a deep breath. He lifted the floppy wing and the blood rushed from his face as he saw a dark red blooming bloodstain that was originating from James but wicking fast onto Henry's clothes as well.

"Jesus Christ..." Dean's breath caught in his throat as he scrambled into the back and lifted Henry's now completely relaxed wing as he saw James' deep stab wound. "Sam. Drive. Now." He insisted, shouldering off the massive wing and peering underneath. "Dammit, James, what the hell where you thinking?!"

A/N

Hello! Sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger! But expect some hurt/comfort in the next chapters, and I'm thinking about going into details about the boys' lives in the next few chapters, using memories as flashfowards to see what their lives are like in the future. I'll also have Dean and Sam talk it all out, as well as Dean with Cas :)

And fun fact! Mammon and Asmodeus are real demon names, although they usually are a classification of demon and not a specific person. And can you guys guess what I modeled the triplets appearances after? I know it's lame, but the powerpuff girls lmao! I felt like twisting a kids show like that and that making a creepy, macabre version of the cartoon girls would be fun. Kudos to all my other nineties children who might have pointed that out. Well, that's all for now! Next chap will probably be up in a few days ;) Please review if you'd like to see more from this story uvu