Castiel was curled up against Harvelle and his dog. Dean was still in shock Loki was in fact Gabriel in hiding, and that Sam Harvelle had been able to find them with the dog. Castiel was just glad the Harvelles didn't mind if he hung around them like a broken dog eager to be loved.
Harvelle wrapped his magic around Castiel, and it felt wonderful. He would come crawling back no matter how badly this Dean treated him, if only to feel it again. He knew he had become more addicted to it than any drug or drink.
Even Dean had commented on how eager Cas was around the other one. It clearly annoyed him very much, but he didn't dare admit it did.
Harvelle curled his metaphysical dragon wing around Castiel's shredded ones. He purred and curled closer into it. There was something about this Dean that drew you in and kept you close. Sam rolled over and faced his brother. Castiel could feel Gabriel come to the forefront and curl into the wing as well.
To his disappointment, the sun started to rise and hit Dean right in the face. He wished it would go away so he could stay curled up a little longer.
Harvelle grunted in annoyance.
"I hate mornings," he said, waking up.
He noticed Castiel was curled up around him like some sort of cat, and smiled. Cas' heart did a flip. Then suddenly so did his body as he fell a few feet into Dean's hands.
He blinked. What was that? Dean chuckled and conjured a mirror. He was a cat?
I noticed you weren't too eager to quit cuddling, so I turned your human vessel into a cat for the moment. That way you can stay curled up in my pocket.
Castiel purred. That sounded like the perfect solution to his problem. Then he looked at the hell hound.
Relax. Bear knows you're not a threat so he'll mostly ignore you. He's not one of those dogs who chases cats and cars.
Dean put Cas' form on his shoulder, and the tail immediately curled around his neck while Castiel draped himself like some sort of scarf. Sam took one look at the picture it made and snorted in amusement.
"Think Gabe would like to be a golden retriever?" he asked innocently.
That nearly set Sam off laughing.
"He's just happy that I let him use me until his wings recover. He doesn't know what to think of nice Dean and Sam."
Dean grimaced.
Winchester was an asshole...pretty much John two point oh with none of the redeeming qualities.
Not only had he abandoned Sam when he needed his brother the most, he also didn't try to work things out properly. The Winchesters just bulldozed their way into things without any real finesse and when things went to shit they didn't even had the decency to admit they were to blame. In short, not someone Dean would trust with his life.
Hell, everyone nearly shot Sam when they saw him, believing him to be Lucifer. If he hadn't immediately turned into Bugs and dove underground, they would have shot him.
"So when can we go home?" asked Sam.
"After we clean up the Winchesters mess. I'm not leaving the angels here either. How would Gabriel feel if we were to drag Micheal's sorry ass out of heaven and make him deal with this shit?"
"Hell, how would Luc react if we dumped both of them on another plain to get this nonsense over with?" snorted Sam.
Dean grinned. He could agree to that, seeing as how he was the only one who could pull that off. Gabriel perked up when he heard the name Micheal, and when Sam sent him an image of what they planned to do, he started laughing...though Sam could feel the pain in Gabriel's grace.
Micheal had done a number on him, denying him reentry into heaven and then throwing him out.
Sam hugged Gabriel with his magic, causing the arch angel to curl up closer to him mentally. It broke Sam's heart to see Gabriel like this.
Out of all the arch angels, Gabriel was the biggest child. He might act adult occasionally, but most of the time he was just a big kid. It was something Sam liked about him, and why he humored the angel.
Dean reached out with his magic, taking a wing and curling it around Gabriel. The angel snuggled against it, taking comfort from the presence he gave off naturally to those he liked.
Winchester came into the room. He didn't like Dean, probably because Dean pointed a spotlight on all his failings without trying. Even the people inside the camp preferred Dean Harvelle to Dean Winchester. Harvelle cared about his team. Winchester used them until they weren't good for anything anymore.
"We've got a lead on Lucifer. We're going in and ending this."
"With what?" said Dean.
Winchester held out the hilt of the Colt. Dean snorted derisively.
"Good way to get everyone killed idiot. The Colt won't do jack shit against Lucifer except piss him off. It only works on demons, not angels."
"What?" said Winchester startled.
"Lucifer is an angel. One of the first angels. Very few things would affect him and the Colt isn't one of them. You'd be better off throwing holy oil on him and lighting him on fire than trying to shoot him," said Sam.
Dean suddenly had an evil idea. One that appealed to him greatly and would be great practice for when he went after his own demons.
"How about this. You hold off until we have a better way to deal with Lucifer, and I drag Micheal's feathered ass down here for you to use as your own punting toy?"
Winchester's eyes glinted. There was the old prankster spark Dean knew he had.
"You can bring Micheal here?"
"I'd have to contact someone to give him a vessel that will feel pain, but I could probably drag his ass down. Then we can throw Lucy and Mikey somewhere else to get their spat over with. We're not leaving until we clean up this mess, otherwise it would bug the hell out of me."
"Don't you have to talk to Chuck about dispersing the goods you conjure up?"
Dean snorted at the subtle way Sam brought up Chuck. Chuck had, upon learning Dean Harvelle could conjure toilet paper and clean water, practically broken down in relief. Dean had to go by and conjure up a whole mess of TP rolls for the man to pass around. Who knew toilet paper would be a hot commodity item in an apocalypse?
"You want me to what?" said Chuck baffled.
"You heard me. I want Micheal to have a physical body that feels actual pain and won't be able to shrug off a bullet wound or five. And please, don't try hiding your real identity to me. I can see souls and I outed you last time when we first met. I know Death, and he will be happy to confirm it if I have to summon him," said Dean bluntly.
Chuck, no God, slumped.
"You're not going to tell Winchester are you?"
"If he can't think to ask Castiel if Loki is worth keeping around long enough for him to find out he's really an angel, I'm not about to out you to him. Consider me a neutral party who doesn't drag people into his own mess without a damn good reason," said Dean.
"So you're going to drag Micheal out of heaven?"
"Godzilla's pissed as hell about what happened to Gabriel, and it'll be good practice for when we go home. I'll get Sam's soul out of that meat suit Lucifer's hauling around and then throw those idiots into another plain to duke it out if they want. It's messed up enough around here without having to deal with that aftermath," said Dean.
God nodded.
"I can give Sam a second body, but I don't think he'll want anything to do with Dean after what happened."
"Who said he'll have to stick around here? We're planning on takin' Gabe and Cas with us. No way in hell am I leaving them here after the mess everyone made. Better to make a clean break where I know they'll heal than leave them here," said Dean.
Chuck nodded. It would be better for all involved if the two angels assisting those cleaning out the cancer currently festering in this Earth were removed and kept out of harms way. This Dean clearly cared more about his people than Winchester did, and everyone could tell without being told.
"Just so we're clear here, Micheal's body has to be able to feel the pain even after the wound itself is healed. I don't want to kill him just yet, but I want him to know the damage he's caused by being so damn stupid."
"Fair enough. I can give Sam Winchester a new body as well, so he doesn't have to feel disgusted with his own body," said Chuck.
"I'll get the soul when I send Lucifer off with Micheal."
Chuck nodded. He could see what this man really was, and knew Dean would keep his word about not mentioning his true nature to the others.
Gabriel was giddy. Micheal was going to be in a lot of pain and Dean had promised to make his older brother feel everything he went through since Micheal threw Gabriel out of heaven. It was about time Micheal answered for that. But the best part. The absolutely best part in his mind was that Dean had offered to take Gabriel with them when they left. He hadn't bothered to ask Castiel, because anyone could see where Dean Harvelle went, Castiel would follow like a loyal dog.
Gabriel directed Dean to where Micheal was, following his grace like a tracking beacon. Micheal didn't even notice it until far too late when Dean's dragon fire broke through heaven's floor and sent him tumbling down to the Earth. The floor sealed off immediately once the body fell, and there was no way Micheal would be able to convince the angels in charge of the gates that it was him. At least not for a few centuries. Heaven was big after all.
Dean felt the vessel form around Micheal the closer he got to Earth. It was about a hundred miles away, but he still felt it. He would be in for a rude surprise once he touched Earth, because Dean hadn't told Chuck to shield Micheal from Lucifer. They wouldn't be the only ones feeling it.
Demons would be attracted to an arch angel like flies to honey...and once they realized it was Micheal... well, he would have a hell of time getting away from the damn things.
And to add insult to injury, Dean had set a signal for Micheal to notice and follow. He would come straight to him demanding he pay for dragging the angel out of heaven...and Winchester would be waiting with several shotguns full of ammo ready to shoot him with. Preferably in the ass, in both cheeks. With cameras waiting.
"Is it done?" asked Winchester. He looked very eager. Dean couldn't exactly blame him.
"Micheal's out of heaven and I'd love to see him explain to the guys guarding the gates how he fell out without looking like an idiot. There aren't many dragons who can get into heaven with just their fire, and most of those who could wouldn't be able to make him a vessel upon impact."
Winchester had an evil grin on his face. It was about time he got some damn payback.
It took Micheal three days and more demon attacks then he could care to count, but eventually he found the one who forced him to fall from heaven. And he was pissed.
Dean Harvelle grinned like an idiot while Dean Winchester shot the crap out of Micheal. The wounds healed fast, almost immediately, but the pain lingered.
His little...gift...to Micheal.
Micheal focused entirely on Harvelle.
"What did do to me, you damn human?!"
"Believe me, this is nothing compared to what your dear old dad would have done if he had a chance to. Free will might have tied his hands about your little spat with Lucifer, but it was free will that gave him the chance to redeem you. You screwed up Micheal, big time," smirked Dean.
"God died a long time ago," snarled Micheal.
"Actually he did what Gabriel did. He left and went into hiding. Fortunately I figured out who he was, but I'm not outing him. You about done Winchester?"
"The ammo's almost out. I'll be done then," said Winchester grinning coldly. It felt good to put slugs in the arrogant arch angel's ass.
Harvelle grinned.
"Didn't I tell you? I charmed those things to have unlimited ammo."
Dean Winchester's face lit up.
"A few more rounds. Then you can have him to play with. Payback's a bitch Micheal, I hope you realize that."
Micheal found Dean Harvelle next to his brother. It didn't take long for him to realize who was in Sam.
"Gabriel. I hope you learned your lesson about loyalty brother," he snarled.
Sam's eyes shifted from a light grass green to golden amber in an instant. Gabriel was in control and he was furious.
"Actually Dean needed me to be close so you can get the next stage of your punishment," said Gabriel.
"Punishment? What crime have I committed to deserve this?" demanded Micheal.
"You have no idea, do you. You sit up there on your high horse all the damn time and never once look at the smaller picture. Death have me, you're as bad as Dumbledore was!"
Micheal looked at Dean oddly.
"Why would you know Albus Dumbledore?"
Dean's eyes flashed emerald. A sight Micheal recognized without being told.
"Potter. Just because you didn't like the destiny heaven sent you, you have to punish an angel?" he sneered.
Dean looked at Gabriel in Sam's body.
"Just out of curiosity, is he still alive in this alternate?"
"He was in England. Last I heard he was still weeping over the death of his wife and children to demons."
"Wonder how he would react when I tell him he can have his godfather back for free," said Dean casually.
Sirius would be thrilled to have Harry back, and he knew Harry would be happy to see his godfather alive again. Out of everyone in England, Sirius had been one of the few who actually cared for him. Even if he did mistake him for James more than once.
Dean pressed his hand on his brother's head, extracting the memories Gabriel was giving him. Since Micheal had no idea what he was doing, he didn't try to dodge it when Dean sent them his way.
Micheal bent over in absolute agony. The memories alone wouldn't have harmed him. But Dean had included Gabriel's pain magnified a thousand times. Each wound, each injury increased past the way Gabriel had felt. He was having trouble even breathing, let alone standing up.
"We Harvelles follow a simple code when it comes to family and friends we trust. Ohana. We never leave a man behind or forget about them, no matter how far they've fallen. Perhaps you should take a nice long look at yourself and try putting yourself in Gabriel's shoes. He was your baby brother and you let him down. You cast him aside when he needed you. And this is your punishment. Every time you try to hurt your family, this pain and the memories will come back," said Dean calmly, like he was discussing the weather.
Micheal glared at him.
"And by the way, your Dad approved of the punishment before we dragged you out of heaven. He's pissed at you for throwing Gabriel out when he hadn't fallen," said Sam coldly.