Chapter 3: It's Tough to be a God

"It's a fucking rock!" Dean screamed in anger as he glared at the giant boulder sitting in the middle of nowhere. His voice echoed through the dark swirl of fog. Carvings on it created the image of too grown men on a noble stead of some sort and strange markings surrounded the image. I stared at our map in confusion.

"I…Don't understand…" I gasped, looking around us in hope that maybe we had missed something. There was nothing. We had rummaged through this jungle for absolutely nothing. Dean whirled around to start heading back the way they came, but stopped as a figure emerged from the shadows. No, check that. There were two figures running in our direction. We squinted through the dark grey mist until we could recognize the two figures as men. The one that looked the oldest had long blond hair and eyes that looked like sunlight squinting through a glass of whiskey. He was shorter, but he looked older than the other man. The other man had shaggy dark hair and bright blue eyes that reminded me of those fat sapphires woman wore around their fat necks at fancy parties. Both men were covered in blue and gold tattoos that neither of us recognized. Earrings, bracelets, and other jewels littered their bodies. They were about to run past us until the younger of the two tripped and fell to the rocky ground. Bobby whinnied when the men got too close and stood up on his back legs. The two tattooed men fell on their backsides in surprise, clutching at each other. "Who are you?" I questioned as I reached out a hand, stopping when shouting surrounded us all. I looked up to see several men with pointy spears glaring at us. A darker skinned man with a white like toga wrapped around his waist and slinging over one shoulder. He spared a glance at me and my brother before turning a hated glare to the two on the ground. His eyes fell on the hunk of medal wrapped tightly in the oldest man's arms. The younger realized this and pulled the object from the other and tossed it at Dean. Dean tossed it back at the man, not wanting anything to do with the junk, but the other just tossed it right back until he knocked Dean in the head with it. The dark skinned toga warrior cleared his throat and Dean and his new playmate stopped throwing things.

"Uh, hello?" Dean said, clearing his throat as a woman with red hair pointed a spear at his face "This your rock? We were just looking. Can we go now?" The man grunted and nodded at his men.

"NO!" the youngest screamed in as a balding warrior pulled him away from his friend. He had yelled in a different language, but it was obvious what he said by the look of panic on his face. They reached for each other, but the soldiers kept them separated. Dean tugged on Bobby's reins, urging the horse to get us out of here, but the toga warrior stopped us, taking the reins from Dean and tugging us away with him. Reluctantly we followed until we came to a waterfall. The men led us inside and we found ourselves sitting in boats soon after. They pushed us into a boat with the two others they captured. As we went farther down the river light started to stream through the opening and that rusty hunk of junk the youngest was still holding glittered in the beams of light. Dean's eyes widened at the sight of the golden light. I turned my gaze up to the entrance, looking for the source of light and gasped at what I saw. My brother frowned at me, looking up as well and his mouth dropped open.

"El Gracia," the both of us gasped at the sight. Golden buildings sparked as the sun shown down on them. People crowded around in astonishment at their new arrivals, calling out in strange languages and pointing. As soon as the light hit the soldiers currently holding us prisoner wings materialized from their backs. The only ones that didn't show off their wings were the two that had been captured with us. My brother and I stepped out of the boat while blue eyes and his buddy were dragged out and pushed to their knees.

"Behold, as the prophesy foretold! The time of judgment has come!" a voice shouted out of nowhere. Everyone around us bowed down as a man with blond hair and blistered skin walked forward. A reddish-brown toga was wrapped around his hips and golden chains decorated his neck, ankles, and blood red wings. "Had I not said that the Gods would come?" Gods? I raised a brow at Dean, but he only shrugged, looking just as confused as I did.

"I am Chief Michael," a dark haired man said with a bow as he shoved himself in front of the red toga guy, white wings dipping as his body bent. "This is Lucifer," the chief added, looking to the crazy guy in red. "What may we call you?" We gave up our names and the red toga guy apparently named Lucifer repeated them to the crowd loudly. Chief Michael simply rolled his eyes and turned his gaze to the two kneeling next to us. His eyes widened and Lucifer followed his gaze, mouth quirking into a cruel smirk.

"I see you have caught the Novak thieves!" he chimed, grabbing the blue eyed man by the hair and yanking up. Blue eyes yelped and his brother struggled to help, only to be kicked in the side. The younger cried out, struggling under Lucifer's hold as the warrior that brought them there held a knife up to kill the older of the two. "What better way to welcome the gods than to hold a sacrifice for the two thieves that stole from the temple?"

"No, my lords!" screamed the blond, holding his hands up. "Our only wish is to serve the gods! We brought you to them did we not?" Silence surrounded them, only the sound of the blue eyed angel struggling could be heard. The dark skinned warrior lowered his knife, glancing at us for conformation. I cleared my throat.

"You heard him! Release the Angel!" I ordered. The knife was completely pulled away then and Lucifer reluctantly let go of the blue eyed angel and pushed him away. The golden haired angel quickly grabbed blue eyes and pulled him close as to protect him from being taken again.

"My lords, why have you chosen to come to us now?" Chief Michael asked, clearly trying to push all attention away from the young angels as possible. Lucifer's eyes blazed at his chief and spat hotly,

"Do not question the gods!"

"That's right!" Dean announced, talking lower and louder than usual. Honestly, he was such a geek. "You don't want us to unleash our awesome powers!"

"Yes we do!" Wait, what? "Show us an example of your power." I glared over at Dean and he shrugged his shoulders while biting at his lip. I watched him pace around a bit, trying to come up with something. Anything! A loud rumbling noise started to hum from some distant mountains. I watched as smoke billowed from it, heart pounding.

"Dean?" My brother shouted at me to shut up. I tried again, and again, trying to gain his attention. He still kept ignoring me, clutching his temple hard as the rumbling and my calling grew louder. Finally, he had enough.

"Stop!" Dean shouted, and his voice echoed all around us. The volcano sputtered then, noise halting and smoke disappearing completely. What the hell?! We glanced at the wide eyed Angels staring at us in shock. Dean nudged me and together we raised our arms proudly. The angels of El Dorado cheered and bowed to us enthusiastically.

"Let me show you to your temple," Lucifer stated, turning his back to us and smirking at the chief. "Step aside, Michael." Chief Michael scowled before stepping out of the way and allowing Lucifer to lead us up what felt like a billion stares. By the time we got to the top Dean and I were panting like tired dogs, but we pulled ourselves together quickly. Gods don't get tired after all.

"To commemorate your arrival I shall hold a ceremony," Lucifer stated, smiling to himself as he began planning it out in his head.

"Or I could hold a feast," Michael exclaimed with a large grin. "Which one would you prefer?" Our stomachs growled at the thought of food and we each shared a look before saying in unison,

"Both. Both is good." Both Michael and Lucifer looked pleased with that answer and after praising us and bowing a few more hundred times they left us alone. Dean turned to me, smile stretching ear to ear. I burst out laughing and Dean joined me shortly after.

"It's an entire city of suckers!" Dean cackled, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Did you see all that gold out there?! We'll be so rich back at Spain we'll be heroes!"

"Dean and Sam!" I shouted.

"Sam and Dean!" my brother joined in.

"Mighty and powerful gods!"

"Hello!" We jumped in surprise by the sudden voice and looked up to see the two angel thieves from the rock. Their sudden arrival was surprising, but the big black plumages spreading out from the blue eyed angel's back was even more shocking. Pushing back his shock, Dean opened his mouth to go all godly on them. The eldest stopped him though with a wave of his hand. "Save it for the high priest, Dean-O." Dean opened and closed his mouth for a moment and the two angels smirked at him.

"Sam, we've been caught." No, duh, Dean. Ugh, was he really my brother. The two angels smirked at us and the two of them walked over to a small pedestal and set the hunk of gold they must have stolen on top of it.

"Well, you two have gotten yourselves into quite a pickle," the blond chuckled as he smiled at his golden reflection in the hunk of gold. I raised a brow. I could see right where this was heading. Looks like we aren't the only two con-artists here. "You'll need our help to keep up the act. We are your loyal servants after all." When we didn't make any moves in agreeing to the terms the angel held out a hand. "Alright I'll cut the bull. I'm Gabe and this is my brother Castiel. We want in on your plan."

"What?" Dean questioned.

"We want out of El Dorado. You are the first visitors in millennia. Anywhere you two came from would be better than here," Blue eyes…err…Castiel stated simply. I frowned, glancing around our gold covered temple. Why would anyone want to leave here of all places?

"How do we know we can trust you?" Dean asked.

"You don't," Gabriel said with a smirk. "You have no other choice if you don't want to get caught." I watched my brother bite his lip before thrusting out his hand.

"Deal."

"Deal," Gabe repeated. "Now, put these clothes on." Castiel stepped forward with green and blue robes and pushed them into our arms. "See you at the ceremony, hot stuffs!" Gabe shouted over his shoulder as he took Castiel's hand and dragged his little brother out of the temple. Cas glanced over his shoulder and Dean caught his eyes before the angel finally disappeared. I smirked at my brother as he continued to stare at empty space.

"The angels are off limits, Dean."

Dean and I sat on gold thrones as the angels of El Dorado danced and sang. Servants kept our plates filled with meats, wines, and fresh fruits. My eyes trailed over to Dean for a second only to find that he was no longer sitting by my side. I looked around for him only to see that he had made his way towards the back of the party where Castiel was currently watching from. I watched my brother smile at the angel and say a few words. Castiel smiled slightly, tilting his head to the side as Dean talked. I crossed my arms. What part of off limits didn't he understand?

"Looks like our brothers are making friends," Gabriel hummed, magically appearing on the arm rest of my throne. I grumbled slightly, turning my gaze to Gabriel, eyes widening slightly. Sitting on his back were majestic golden wings. Gabe caught my staring and brushed a gentle hand down the soft feathers. "If they're in the way I can un-manifest them," Gabe offered. "It makes it easier for us sometimes. Some angels never show their wings and keep them personal while others show them off for pride." I snorted and Gabe rose a brow at me. "What's so funny?"

"I don't see Cas of all angels showing off his wings for pride like you and I doubt he keeps them personal when he has no concept of person anything," Sam stated, waving a hand in the direction of Castiel and his brother. The two were still talking, but Cas was closer to Dean than before. The angel clearly didn't have any concept of personal space at all. Gabriel's smile fell and his fingers gently brushed the wings covering him.

"Most angels have lighter colored wings, but my little bro's are darker than night. When he and I were just children at 90 years old I'd stick up for Castiel when the angels picked on him for the dark feathers. He shows his wings off to express his differences and show that he is not bothered by what others think of him." I couldn't help, but admire Cas that very moment. I let my eyes skim over Castiel briefly. His black wings were as dark as night and a few soft tuffs of white hidden in the feathers made it look like stars glowing in the darkness. Cas' wings shifted slightly and a hand was suddenly petting them. I frowned, realizing that the hand was Dean's. Dean was petting Castiel's wings. Sam's face heated up and his eyes narrowed on the wide ass smile on Dean's face. That fucking flirtatious bastard. Gabriel cleared his throat suddenly and Sam quickly collected himself.

"So tell me about El Gracia. I only know what I've heard in books," Sam grumbled, shifting his gaze from his brother and the black winged angel.

"Our stories say that our people found safe haven in this city after falling from the Heavens and our gods for some reason. Our people patched up the city, using our graces to build it with gold and other purities. Hence why it's calls the city of grace. Most visitors are executed, but you both were lucky enough to show up on the year of the Leviathan, huh?"

"Year of the Leviathan?" I questioned. Gabe shrugged.

"It's a prophesy Lucifer had our prophet read from the ancient tablets. The gods are supposed to pass judgment on us by swallowing our world in darkness and black bleeding monsters," Gabe stated. I shivered, glancing around the practically glowing city.

"I can't imagine a place like this falling into darkness," I hummed, lifting a glass of wine to my lips and returning my gaze to the party.

For those of you who might haven't seen El Dorado in a while here's who each of the SPN characters are:

Tulio & Miguel: Dean & Sam

Altivo (Horse): Bobby

Hernan Cortes: Alistair

Tzekel-Kan (High Priest): Lucifer

Tannabok (Chief): Michael

Chel: Castiel & Gabriel

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