Gabriel had been staying awake as his two sons slept around him, and he guessed it was around two in the morning when he heard someone stumbling around outside the room and finally made his way inside, filling the room with blaring light.

Sam had little red creases on his cheek, and a textured pattern from the couch. Gabriel could tell; he'd been dreading having to see him, as well as scared out of his mind of Henry's current state. His sleepy brain must have made him forget and come back into his room.

"Hi, Sam." Gabriel said quietly, and Sam's face began to flush a light pink. "Sorry. I forgot you three were in here." He had an unsure expression on as he began to back away from the door.

"We didn't have sex for him, if that's why your panties are in a wad." Gabriel said quietly, chuckling just a little at Sam's relieved reaction and he rubbed Henry's broad back gently, he was still leaning on him heavily and was in a deep sleep. "Just come in already."

Sam hesitated before coming in and sitting at the foot of his bed. "How's he doing?" He asked quietly, his eyes were dull from lack of sleep and worrying. Gabriel looked down at his sleeping face and frowned just a little.

"He should be back on his feet by tomorrow. All this sleep is helping him." Gabriel peered into his true form; he still looked a little underdeveloped, but at least it wasn't that mess of tangled, malformed new parts anymore. He would probably look like a normal angel within the year-just at least a hundred thousand years older than he really was.

"That's good." Sam added groggily, rubbing his eye. He paused for a second, blinking sleepily and yawning. "You look different, Gabe." He looked sad as he stated this fact.

"That's because I am different." He replied simply, frowning a little as he took in Henry's sleeping features once again. "All this work has changed me. I lost the right to my family and went to work with my brother and father against evils so vile you can't even imagine...virtually unkillable, even to big strong daddy-o." He huffed out a frustrated breath.

"Now I'm about to tell you something that you won't want to hear." His voice dropped even lower, it sounded dangerously sad. "You know my brother Lucy, he was cast out, and allowed to fester in his hate for so long that he became the most wicked soul in existence." Sam nodded, looking a little scared. Why was he telling him this?

"I see Henry's soul. And...I see that the same kind of corruption has started. I know it's small now, but we're immortal. And if it's given time to spread and grow and change him..." Both Gabriel and Sam looked like they didn't want Gabriel to continue speaking.

"But..but..you can't just.." Sam sputtered, then shut his eyes and tried to collect himself. "Look, Balthazar got in huge trouble for making all those new souls from the Titanic, right? We can't just...and I don't want to get rid of him." Tears began to sparkle in his eyes. "He's a total asshole and a little shit but I love him to the moon and back already."

Gabriel smiled and turned away this time. Dammit, there was the Sam that he was in love with. And he hadn't seen them both in so long. And he'd have to leave soon, again.

"I'm not saying we can't make him exist. That's already set in stone. Listen to me. You have to change this path, and I don't know how, but this can't continue to play out the way it's started. He's explained to you that you needed to be paired with so that Lucy wouldn't have a rugrat of his own, right? Well, it sucks, but that doesn't matter anymore that it's been prevented. Because Henry...in time, keep that in mind, would become his successor." He shuddered and looked at Sam with pleading eyes. "Tell the boys. They have to be the ones to change this fate." He closed his eyes slowly, his expression was full of pain.

"He's not..bad now, is he?" Sam asked uncertainly.

Gabriel shook his head. "No. Absolutely not, it's almost a..germinal stage. But it's still too late to change now."

Sam buried his face in his hands. "This is my fault, right? Because of my ties with Lucifer. I never should have-"

"No. It wasn't your fault at all. This was because of...something else entirely." Gabriel said firmly, and Sam pressed his lips together. There was a short moment of silence as Sam tried to let what he was told sink in.

"I'll tell the boys. We'll all work to try and prevent it."

Gabriel smiled a tiny smile at that news. "Good." He gently slid Henry to not lean on him as he remained sitting. "Wait, just one more thing I have to tell you. Come closer."

Sam stood and went to kneel in front of Gabriel. "What is it, Gabe?" He asked in a hushed voice. He didn't know if he could handle any more bad news.

"Here. Closer."

Sam looked confused but leaned a little closer, expecting for Gabriel to whisper in his ear. Instead, the archangel grabbed his face by the cheeks and planted one on his lips before pulling away with a wide grin. Sam sputtered inaudibly and his face burned bright red. "Aw, babe, it never gets old." Gabriel chuckled and straightened up. "I guess I'll be seeing you soon, Sammy." He said with the tiredness returning to his voice, and with a rush of feathers and quick burst of light he'd vanished again.

...

James was having a nightmare. He was sleeping on the couch again, this time he was next to his uncle Sam, as he thrashed and whimpered, twisting his fists into the sheets.

He'd dreamt that he was standing in some strange feild, where wild flowers bowed in the spring breeze, all the plants were utterly wild and tangled and creeping over each other. It would have been beautiful, but it was the events that were unfolding that made it so unpleasant.

Henry was standing directly across from James amongst the wildflowers, and an unfamiliar man was standing behind him, his hand clapped firmly to his shoulder. The person James was looking at was wearing a very uncharacteristic sneer; Henry usually had his face pulled into a mischevious grin with laughing eyes. Not this one. His blue-green eyes were burning with a cold flame, and his face was cold and stony.

"You don't have to. Henry, you don't have to do anything." James had said, a hint of pleading in his voice. "Please. We have free will, brother. You know that."

Henry glared at James. "I am doing this because I want to. Because I can choose this path." He looked back at the strange man as if for approval, who smiled reassuringly, but it was a cruel expression. "You can too, James. Choose to come with me. We've never left each other's sides before. Do you really think it was right to create all these nephil, only to treat us like dirt? Like we're undeserving of a place in Heaven?"

"We belong to Earth, Henry! It's our job to protect it, as a place we live! Heaven's job is to watch from above, not ours!" James felt tears sparkle and burn into his eyes. "You aren't Henry anymore. And I'd rather die than join you."

"As you wish." The man behind him commanded coldly, and James stiffened as he felt a force shove its way through his abdomen, wrapping around his insides with an iron grip, snaking upward and squeezing like a python. James' hands flew to his throat, and he was choking, staring out in disbelief at Henry, standing there with an indifferent expression on his face, his hand outstretched.

"H..Henry." James managed to choke out. "Please. Don't. Do this."

He felt the force tighten once more, ready to yank outward with a force more powerful than anything he'd ever be able to muster..James' chest flew up and he shot up in bed, gasping for air, he'd forced himself awake just before that nightmare Henry would rip him to bits.

"Hey, you alright?" James saw Henry in the dark, he'd opened the door to Dean's room and peered in. Someone must have moved James to the bed sometime during the night. James rubbed his eyes, he still felt shaken up. Henry came and sat on the edge of the bed. "...Do you want to talk about it?" James could tell he was in one of his rare sweet moods.

"Nah. It was pretty dumb anyway." He waved it off and yawned. "What are you doing up? You were supposed to be resting."

Henry shrugged, then smiled a little. "I'm feeling a lot better. It's-They're almost over. And I've been doing some scanning, trying to locate our lovely demons." James perked up and hugged a pillow to his chest. "Any luck?"

"That black-haired bitch, the space-traveller. I found her this morning. And there were other demons too. But.." A wrinkle formed between his eyesbrows in thought. "I think I know what they're doing to be so powerful, so have these abilities. They're consuming other demons."

James tilted his head to the side. "You mean like, eating them? Like, medium rare with a side of fries?" Henry chuckled, and James felt himself calming down greatly. "Yeah. And we need to stop them before they get much more power." James yawned again and lay his head back on the pillow. "Okay. We'll sneak out in the morning, but just let me catch a few more winks first."

"Sure." Henry replied, patting him on the shoulder. "Do you want me to read you a bedtime story? Hook up your nightlight to keep the scary dream monsters away?" James snorted and rolled over. "Goodnight, shithead."

Henry chuckled and stood up off the bed. "Night, fuckface."

...

Dean was making coffee again the next morning, and was a little suprised when he saw the man he'd never met stumble out, dark bags under his eyes and his pitch black hair a mess.

He shared many features with Henry, but his eyebrows were more daunting and he was stockier and not as lanky. He was wearing a white tee and a necklace with a polished black arrowhead. He groaned and slid into a seat, running his hand through his messy bedhead.

"You must be Fenris." Dean said, turning back to the coffee machine.

"And you must be extremely intelligent to be able to figure that one out." Fenris' voice was dripping with sarcasm as he smirked up at him.

Dean rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air. "I didn't ask for a family of assholes, dammit."

"Sorry. I'm just a little tired from having everyone sleeping on me all night. Sure, I'm like a huge pillow to them, but its uncomfortable as fuck for me, ya dig?" He laughed and scrubbed his hair again.

"So, you stopped the reaction with Henry, huh?" Dean asked. He still thought about how much he had to restrain himself from intervening knowing his nephew was all alone in a room with a gigantic wolf that supposedly had the strength to kill Odin during Ragnarok. "Hey, Henry and Fenris sound pretty alike. Mind if I call you Fenry?"

The man gave him a look that blared 'are you fucking kidding me?' "Not if you like having that pretty head on that little neck of yours, you won't." Fenris smiled just a little and cocked an eyebrow, and Dean ran a hand down his face.

"I am going to murder Sam."

"Dean." Sam stumbled out into the kitchen, a terrified expression on his face. "Dean, they're not here. They're both gone."

"Dammit." Dean slammed his hand on the table. "They're after those demons again, aren't they?" He looked seriously pissed off that even after all that, these boys still didn't seem to get the message. "Get Cas. We're going after these little shits right now."

...

The two boys stood side-by-side in the desolate abandoned bar, Asmodeus pacing back and forth in the confines of the sub-sigil, red staining her mouth as she paced like a caged tiger. Bodies were in a heap behind her, demon vessels she's drained for power.

"You can't stop me. I told you you can't kill me." She laughed with a evil sneer. "I can still do whatever I want." She lazily flicked her wrist up and James stumbled backward, a floorboard had sprung up and punched hard onto his face. His lip was split and blood flooded into his mouth, ironish and warm. The demon laughed cheerfully and clapped her hands. "Oh, do I enjoy seeing that little cutie bleed."

This seemed to set Henry off, who was already angry after the aftermath of the last time he'd seen her. "And I assure you I'm going to do the same to you."

The demon tinkled out another laugh, narrowing her green eyes. "You can't touch me." She jeered, licking just a little bit of the remaining blood from her lips. James felt the blood running into his hand as he watched his cousin with wide eyes.

"Didn't I warn you that you can't tell me what to do?" Henry growled, and James watched in horror as Henry's three-dimensional shadow began to bubble and surface, surging and exuding from his skin, where it quickly molded together to form a fluid aura surrounding him.

"You think you can try and kill my family and get away with it?" He demanded with narrowed eyes, and James' hands flew to his mouth as Henry's influence began to lash out- tendrils whipped around the room, all connected to Henry's body like a plasma globe's lightning, swirling and dragging across the walls, leaving deep tears in their wake.

Of course to the demon without angel-vision, the walls would seem to be ripping apart and the framed pictures shattering as if on their own accord. Henry's hair was slightly lilting in the breeze generated by the hundreds of whipping tendrils, and he narrowed his eyes and surged forward, gripping the woman's neck tightly with just one hand and pulling her to dangle above the ground.

"You stabbed my little brother. And you caused me the greatest pain in my life." James saw a powerful flame glinting in his eyes as he saw a branch of his influence shoot out, thrust upward, and snake around tightly onto the demon's inky black substance.

"Henry, don't! There are other things we can do! Please!" James called over the roaring noise of splintering walls and now a loud rush of wind. He couldn't stand the parallel to his nightmare. "Henry, please!"

"Rot in hell." Henry spat, and he thrust the shadow upward, wrapping tightly around the demon's black, corrupted soul, and yanked outward. The substance was completely torn out as it spattered to the floor like a spilled bucket of black paint. The room calmed right after that, the shadowy arms shooting right back into Henry's body, and he uncurled his finger's from around the young woman's throat. The room was suddenly blaringly quiet, the only sounds were tinkles of glass hitting the floor from the shattered picture frames.

James blinked up at Henry in disbelief. That wasn't him right then. He'd been heartless, terrifying and absolute in his new skill. And that cold, burning fire he'd seen in his expression..

"Henry." The name slipped from his throat, hurting his split lip a little to talk. James was almost ready for his cousin to turn around, to see that the flames were still there, to see a frightening expression on his face and to see his grace black and bitter with hate; instead, he saw him kneel down over the woman, who was gasping for breath and falling over in the chair.

"Hey heyhey. I'm right here, shhh, you're okay. We're going to get you to a hospital, alright?" He kneeled down and gently helped to fold the woman into his arms, and James sighed in relief when he saw his cousin's usual expression on his face.

"Don't tell me that wasn't badass." Henry spoke up, a wry smile stretching on his face as he began to amble towards the car with the woman out cold in his arms. "You know, maybe it isn't so bad having Gabe as my dad. That was easier than anything else, considering Uncle D's knife wouldn't work on her. Whattaya say? Bad boy enough for you?" He playfully winked at James. "Maybe I'll start wearing a black leather jacket with studs and join a biker gang. How 'bout it?"

James normally would have laughed, but this time he was frowning deeply. "I..Henry, I don't think you should do that stuff anymore." He looked down at his flannel and began tugging at the edges, something he always did when he was nervous. Henry looked taken aback as he brought his eyebrows together. "Jesus, Jimmy. Why the hell not?" He asked, giving him a confused look. "Look, Asmodeus is dead. Her vessel is still alive and kicking, and no one got hurt. What the hell are the downsides here?"

James frowned again and stood in front of the passenger's seat as Henry slid the girl into the backseat. "I just think...there are always consequences with stuff like that, okay? Uncle Sammy thought he was doing the right thing, exorsizing people when he was drinking that demon blood. And that backfired in his face, remember?"

Henry scowled and straightened up. "Dad always tried to do the right thing. And I will too. Always." He stopped in front of James and towered over him, looking him up and down. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked, and James felt a little jolt at his cousin's realization.

"Like...what?" James tried to feign innocence, blinking up at his cousin's face as he peered down and observed him.

"You know 'like what', Jamie. Like you're fucking afraid of me or something." Henry looked a little taken aback as he considered if it would actually be true. "Are you afraid of me?" He asked in a small voice.

"Henry-no." James answered quickly, avoiding his eyes. He let out a puff of air and felt guilty at even the thought of not telling Henry what was on his mind.

Next thing James knew his face was pressed to a flannel and fingers gripped into his back, one of his cousin's signature bone-crushing hugs.

"Sorry if..what I did..scared you." He said quietly, and James felt better right away. It really had terrified him seeing him tear apart that building in a matter of seconds, not to mention splattering that demon's soul like it was nothing.

"Truth is I didn't like doing it very much either." Henry pulled away and there it was: Sam's puppy-dog expression again. "It just didn't..feel like it was me, you know? Like I felt like it was someone else. And I don't like that someone very much." He smiled just a little, reassuringly, as he clapped James on the shoulder before rounding the car and pulling open the driver's door.

"Let's drop this little lady off at the doc's and then we'll head home. Sound good?" He asked, and James nodded, climbing in as well. He needed to stop worrying so much about Henry and instead focus on saving the freaking world from having two devils. It's not like he had a lot on his plate, anyway.

Hello! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm kind of just letting my imagination run rampant for this story, so it might go down unexpected paths. I hope that's okay though, because I like my stories to be unique. :)