Chapter 14

For those of you who think I switched chapter 12 and 13… I didn't. It was deliberate. Sort of an interlude that jumps ahead in time. Storyline wise we will eventually get to the point where those events happen from Harry's POV. I hope that clears everything up for you guys about those chapters.

Yes~! Next chapter here we come!

Apocalypse Begin

"The truth hurts," Harry snuffled. "But sometimes it's better to know the truth than to be left in damaging ignorance. Jesse is one of those special cases that needed to know…"

Harry shuffled around Bobby's kitchen making food while waiting for Sam and Dean to get back. He didn't really care what their new case was… the less he took an interest the better it would be for him. For some reason all the interesting things happened on their hunts. Interesting things were bad when you were on the run from angels.

"Harry."

"What's up, Bobby," Harry asked blinking owlishly at the man in the wheelchair.

"I've got a bad feeling about this case. I'm gunna go join the boys. You know all the procedures, right?"

"Oh, I'm sure you've drilled me enough," The wizard said dryly.

"Alright, you've got our number if something happens."

"Mkay, bye," he mumbled focusing back on the food.

With a yawn Harry finished his plate and headed to bed to snuggle under the nest of blankets the Winchesters had been kind enough to cart around. He didn't know how long he was asleep but when he woke it was dark outside. His eyebrows furrowed.

BANG!

Harry jumped and sat up quickly. What the hell? With a quick hand he grasped his wand under his pillow pulling it out alongside a pistol that Bobby taught him to use. Throwing off his blankets he snuck out of his room towards the front door. He didn't want to call the brothers or Bobby if it was a false alarm, so he would check it out first. Coming to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, Harry slowly looked around in a futile effort to see more than blobs in the dark. Seeing nothing different, he slowly started to check out the house starting with the kitchen. It wasn't until he reached the front door that something happened. That was where everything went wrong.

"Gahaaa!"

Harry dropped his wand and his pistol to clutch at the giant gaping wound on his abdomen.

"Oh Azrael, you made it pitifully easy to find you. Hanging out in the house of the hunter that has the largest connection to the Winchesters. How foolish."

Harry whimpered as his legs gave out and his knees hit the floor with a thump. "Wha- who," he slurred pitifully.

"You don't remember me counterpart? Oh, I think my heart just broke, truly."

"You," Harry growled and glared with glowing green eyes.

"Keep your panties in a bunch little angel. What's that? You're wondering how I got here?" Harry's eyes widened. How had this bastard known exactly what he was thinking? "And know you're wondering how I know what you're thinking. Man! You are so easy to read. I don't understand why Lucifer is still pining over you! You're worthless! I mean I'm so much better! He created me to be you but all he ever calls me a cheap imitation. It's rather annoying you know."

Lucifer still loved him? Lucifer still… The demon continued rambling and ranting not even noticing Harry wasn't paying attention anymore. His mate was still waiting for him, probably still looking for him but he was an angel, fallen or not, and he had no way of finding Harry unless the wizard found him first.

"-so I came to take your blood! Your memories will be mine and finally I can be what Lucifer created me to be. The perfect mate~"

"Begone demon," Harry hissed lowly. He would not allow this foul creature to steal his identity. Lucifer belonged to Azrael not this cheap imitation.

"You think you can be rid of me that easily," it laughed in response. "I was made with the remnants of your grace that Lucifer still held. I can feel the rest of it taunting me from that ring that you carry around and I will have it. But as important as the grace is, the memories and identity take priority. And once you're dead I can pry that ring off your little cold finger~!"

Harry focused on healing the large gash that was threatening to expel his innards. This demon was more dangerous than he previously thought. It could track him wherever he went and if it actually killed him… he wasn't sure what would happen actually. If Lucifer created it from his grace that meant the demon also had a connection to death… That was it! He could call Death or a reaper to help protect him. He couldn't do this on his own.

Focusing on the connection that was forever in the back of his mind, Azrael surged forward along with all the shadows in the room. The demon, in the body of a male police officer, screeched in fury feeling what he was doing. It lunged forward, perhaps in an attempt to strangle Harry, but he never got far enough.

"Ah, young Azrael. It seems you called me at an opportune time. I have been wishing to be rid of this imposter but it always seems to escape my reapers."

"You," the demon hissed, actually spitting. "Soon even you will have to accept me! I will become Azrael and you can't stop me."

Then the demon was gone. Death turned his soulless black eyes upon the injured wizard. With a soft sigh, he knelt down placing his lips upon Harry's brow.

"Wha?"

"I have stopped the decomposition of the wound. If you are injured to the point of bleeding your body will still decompose, Azrael. It cannot make more blood to replace what has been lost. Be very careful about how you handle Samael from now on."

"Samael? Is that the demon's name?"

"Yes. Lucifer, in an act of desperation tried to recreate your body from his bond with you. You were not dead though, so it only twisted into a demon that is determined to become you."

"Can… can it actually do that? Become me, I mean," Harry asked as he sealed the wound completely shut, making sure the blood that had been spilled returned to where it belonged.

"No. The most the creature will accomplish is becoming more powerful than most angels. Almost as strong as a Knight of Hell."

"A what?"

"Ah… yes you weren't around for their creation. Lucifer believed creating stronger demons would get him out of his cage but it did not work. The Knights of Hell are almost on par with an archangel."

"What!? But that's-"

"Exactly. Is there anything else you need while I am here?"

"Um… I don't think so…"

"Alright. I will cloak this place in my presence. It will deter any being not of death from here as long as the Winchester's are not around. Samael will be able to break through but not without quite a bit of effort. By then you will be able to feel him through my cloak and head to Singer's panic room, yes?"

"Y-yes… Thank you. I almost forgot how it felt to… to be around you… the safety…"

"I understand, child. Be safe."

Before Death could disappear though Harry jumped and latched onto his arm. "Wait! I, uh, I know that Lucifer will summon you and your brothers. Could you tell him where I am? Please?"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I… our bond… if he can still feel it then I have hope-No. I believe that he will stop the apocalypse."

"Then if I see him and he does not anger me too much… I will try to tell him about you. He may not listen, little one."

"I'm not little," Harry protested letting go of the Entity's arm. "And I'm sure he will." Harry gave a determined nod as Death smiled and vanished. He really truly hoped that his morning star listened… and didn't piss of Death. The wizard knew the Entity would hold the information back out of spite, if Death could even feel that anyways. No… he most likely did, as much as his position could allow anyways.

"Sam, Dean, Bobby! You're back. How was the hunt?"

"Don't even ask," Dean grumbled as he flopped onto Bobby's worn out couch. "I mean seriously, how could Sam beat both of us at poker!? I don't understand!"

"Poker? What…?"

"It was a male witch that dealt with years. Lose at poker and he'll take years off your life. Win and you'll gain years to live," Sam responded as he trudged in with a duffel bag on his shoulder. Probably full of equipment that needed servicing.

"So you won then? Wait if Bobby and Dean lost…"

"I won them back the fifty years they lost… each," the youngest Winchester said as he walked into the kitchen to set down the duffel.

"Each? What were you old men then?"

Dean and Bobby both looked away and Harry let out a delighted laugh. "Oh, what I would give to see that."

"So how was everything here?"

"Oh, uh… Fine! It was all fantastic," he said with false cheer.

Bobby narrowed his eyes. "What happened, boy?"

Harry flinched under his suspicious gaze. The look and tone reminded him a little too much of Uncle Vernon right now. He really didn't want to start that association and so tried to push the connection out of his mind. Bobby actually cared about his well-being, his uncle never did. They were nothing alike.

"I might have… um hadademontrytotakemygraceandbecomeme," he squeaked.

"Say what!" Sam tumbled back into the room in shock and horror.

"Do you… remember the demon from Jesse's place?"

"Yes," Dean grunted as he pushed himself into a sitting position to listen better.

"Weeeelllllll… It turns out that he wants my identity so he can getwithLucifer."

Sam's jaw dropped, Bobby stared, and Dean choked. Better reactions than he was expecting actually. Dean should've gone into a rage, Sam turned into a worrywart and he didn't actually know what Bobby would do. The man was unpredictable sometimes.

"I remember you saying something about you and Lucifer once… Why would a demon need your identity to, er, get with the devil."

Damn Sam and his stupid memory! Harry wanted to curse so badly but he wouldn't… It wouldn't help his temper at aaaallll.

Dean then chirped in as well, "I remember that too. We were in the Impala. So Mr. Harden, why exactly would a demon need to commit identity theft to commit that particular sin?"

Well, here goes nothing… "Back in heaven, when Lucifer rebelled, it wasn't because of humans being more loved. It was actually me that talked him down from that. By that time, we were already bonded. Already a couple."

"Whoah! Wait a minute hotshot. You're saying you got it on with the devil!?"

"Well he wasn't the devil then. He was actually Father's favorite son and I his youngest."

"Isn't that pedophilia," Sam questioned hesitantly.

"Well, no. Not exactly. Age doesn't matter to an angel. Angels are… timeless and ageless beings. We can access different times and universes without ever truly aging ourselves. So no, not pedophilia."

"I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the fact you screwed the devil…"

Harry clenched his jaw. "He wasn't the devil! I still don't think he is! He started the war because I was, supposedly, killed by humans! He is not evil reincarnate," The wizard finished with frustration, his cheeks heating.

"Idjit," Bobby snapped. Harry turned to snarl at him but he wasn't facing Harry, he was looking at Dean. "Harry you should head upstairs and calm down. Dean can have foot in mouth syndrome most of the time. Remember that."

Green eyes blinked but he nodded and, ignoring everyone, turned to head up the stairs. He needed time to cool down.

"So, now you're going to check out another hunt?"

"Yeah, Bobby says it looks like the work of a trickster. We already have our weapon, we just gotta track the thing down," Sam said stuffing weapons into the trunk.

"Hey midget," Dean shouted from the doorway of the house. "Try not to let any demons into the house."

"Shut up, man-whore. You have more of a chance of letting a demon in than I do," Harry snorted, a weak smile crossing his face.

After Harry's confession the brother's had apologized (Harry actually gaped at Dean for a while before the man snapped at him about flies). Harry, of course, accepted and they moved on. Sort of. It was still sort of awkward whenever the devil conversation was brought up (twice so far) but the wizard wasn't too worried about it for now. At least he knew the brothers were going to try to talk to Lucifer before they shot him with the colt but Harry wasn't sure how well that would go over. He only hoped that Death felt like giving the information up.

"Good luck you two… try not to get yourselves killed…"

"Okay! We get it," Dean growled. This was so not what he was looking forward too when he went on this hunt.

"Yeah? Get what, hotshot," the thing asked mockingly.

"Playing our roles, right? That's your game?"

"That's half the game."

"What's the other half," Sam cut in.

"Play your roles out there," it said with a large gesture.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean had a sinking feeling about this. Cas said this thing was more powerful than an angel. What else could hurt them?

"Oh, you know. Sam starring as Lucifer. Dean starring as Michael. Your celebrity death match. Play your roles."

Yeah… definitely not just a Trickster…

"You want us to say yes to those sons of bitches," Sam asked angrily.

"Hells yeah! Let's light this candle~"

"We do that, the world will end."

"Yea? And whose fault is that? Who popped Lucifer out of the box? Hm? Look, it's started. You started it. It can't be stopped. So let's get it over with!"

Sam glared and Dean paused. "Heaven or hell, which side you on?"

"I'm not on either side."

"Yeah, right. You're grabbing ankle for Michael or Lucifer. Which one is it?"

"You listen to me, you arrogant dick. I don't work for either of those S.O.B.s. Believe me."

So hates angels… but doesn't rule out the fact that it might be one and definitely a strong one.

"Oh, you're somebody's bitch," Dean taunted hoping to get a reaction. Well he most definitely did. The smile slid off the creature's face and suddenly Dean was held up against the wall by his throat.

"Don't you ever, ever presume to know what I am. Now listen very closely. Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you."

Bingo. Definitely an angel. Now they just had to trap it.

"Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel."

"Gabriel? The archangel?"

As in the one that Harry really liked as Azrael? The one that was always pulling off pranks? No wonder he became a trickster…

"Guilty."

"Okay, Gabriel. How does an angel become a trickster?" He was really curious actually.

"My own private witness protection. I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world. Till you two screwed it all up."

"What does Daddy say about running off with the pagans?"

"Daddy doesn't say anything about anything."

So not even this archangel was in contact with God. Harry didn't need to know right?

"Then what happened? Why'd you ditch," Sam asked curiously.

"Do you blame him? I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douchenozzles," Dean said turning to Sam, making sure to explain himself.

"Shut your cakehole. You don't know anything about my family. I love my father, my brothers. Love them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it! Okay? So I left. And now it's happening all over again."

"Well," Dean started. "We may actually know what happened…"

"Dean?"

"I think Azrael would like to see him again don't you?"

Sam blinked and then looked mad at himself. Probably for not thinking of it himself. Yeah, Dean was just that awesome.

"You…" The lights started flickering. Dean and Sam glanced around warily. "You think you can just trap me here and proclaim to know what happened," he roared. The outline of wings flickered on the warehouse wall. Wait… Were those multiple wings?

"It's not that we are proclaiming to know what happened… more along the lines of we understand how it happened," Sam suggested carefully.

Gabriel sucked in a sharp breath before letting it out. "It doesn't matter. It can't be stopped."

"What do you mean?"

"You wanna see the end of the world?"

"I want it to be over! I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other thanks to you two! Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins, I just want it to be over."

"It doesn't have to be like that! We have a way that might work," Sam started.

"You do not know my family. What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner. That's why there's no stopping this, because this isn't about a war. It's about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other. You'd think you'd be able to relate," Gabriel said with a laugh.

"What?"

"You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father, and Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan. You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was always you! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other."

"What!?"

No way! No way in Hell was Dean going to kill his baby brother. Not happening. End of story. Harry had a way (he was still skeptical but it was the best they had right now) and god damned if he wasn't going to try it.

"Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always."

"No. Not happening. Azrael has another way. I don't give a damn what you think."

"How do you even know that name," Gabriel asked with a fierce scowl and a growl in his voice.

"Because he lives at Bobby's place. And before you say anything, yes, he's the angel of death and, yes we know that he's supposed to be dead."

Gabriel's jaw obviously clenched and unclenched multiple times.

Sam threw in a helpful, "Even Cas knows he's an angel and he can confirm that he's Azrael. Cas took him to heaven to speak to Michael a little while ago."

"I want to see him."

"Well first you're going to bring Cas back."

"Oh am I?"

"Yes, otherwise we're going to dump holy oil all over you and deep fry us up some archangel."

Gabriel twitched before snapping his fingers. Cas appeared and brothers felt relief.

"Cas, you ok," Dean asked.

"I am fine. Hello Gabriel," Castiel replied quietly.

Gabriel smirked. "Hey, bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess. Awful."

Cas glared balefully at his elder brother.

"So, you take me to Azrael now, yes? Let's get cracking."

AN: Phew! So Samael is introduced finally! In lore Samael is actually considered the demon of Death or another version of the Angel of Death. I just couldn't resist using him. He'll most likely be playing a bigger part later. :D

And we finally get to Gabriel's awesomeness! Though, not the actual meeting between him and Azrael… I think it's really funny that I actually write most of my fanfiction while I'm at school between classes… Usually I have other stuff to do at home. Huh…

I do remember that I had a reviewer who requested another chapter for my Harry Potter Bleach crossover. I am working on it actually. Though I've hit a snag so we'll see. Actually let me pose a question for those who have read My Ever Growing Family. Should Infra's gigai get destroyed while still in the soul society? Or should he stay as is for now?

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