About a week later, Sam was sitting in the kitchen with his dad having breakfast. Afterwards, Sam would be training with Michael. It would be the first session since his attack.

"Are you sure you're ready for this? You can give it a few more days if you need to," Gabriel said.

"No, I'm fine. I was ready to start up again days ago, but you wouldn't let me," Sam said with a slight grumble.

"You needed to take time to recover. I didn't want you overexerting yourself," Gabriel said.

"Well, I'm fine now," Sam assured him.

"Alright. Let's talk about how things are going to go with Michael. As you know, Michael and I both agreed that he would train you, but for the first few sessions, I'll be observing," Gabriel said. He knew his son wouldn't be happy about the last part, but he was going to have to deal with it. Gabriel didn't fully trust Michael yet.

Sure enough, Sam immediately began to argue. "No, Dad. I can't train when you're there."

"Well, you're going to have to in the beginning," Gabriel said.

"But…"

"It's not up for discussion, son. You either do it this way or you train with me. Those are your only options. I am not ready to just hand Michael the reigns without some supervision," Gabriel said firmly.

"Michael said he'd changed his mind. You don't believe him?" Sam asked.

"If I didn't believe him, I wouldn't even consider allowing him to train you. Yes, I believe him, or at least most of me does. But trust isn't easy after years of being afraid of what he'd do to you, especially when those fears have been reinforced by his actions. Right now, I still see him wanting to hurt you. I know he doesn't, but I can't just forget everything he did," Gabriel explained.

Sam nodded that he understood. "Well, can't Cas or Lucifer watch us then?" He didn't want it to seem like he didn't want his dad around. He was just always on edge when his dad was there for his training. He became worried he'd hurt him.

"They both have their own responsibilities. Besides, it's not just about Michael. I don't really feel comfortable with you being anywhere that I'm not right now. I know that's something I need to get over, but it's going to take a little while," Gabriel said.

"Do you think someone else will try something?" Sam asked. After the sentence Lucifer handed down, he wasn't sure why anyone would try to hurt him again. He'd heard whispers from other angels. They were terrified of receiving the same fate as those who attacked Sam.

"I don't know, but I'd rather not test it right now," Gabriel said.

"How long are you gonna watch my training?" Sam asked.

"Until I'm comfortable with you being without me. I will do my best not to make it too long, but I need you to have patience," Gabriel said kindly.

Sam nodded and went back to his food. He didn't like it, but he understood why his father was concerned.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Michael was already waiting in the training room when his brother and nephew arrived. "Hello, Sam. Are you sure you want to start up today? We can wait."

Sam almost groaned at everyone treating him like he was fragile after one incident. "I'm fine. I want things to get back to normal.

Michael turned to Gabriel. "I know you said you are going to watch. That's fine, you know how I am during training. I need to be sure you won't interrupt."

Gabriel rolled his eyes at his older brother. "Yeah, I know you can be an asshole when you think a student isn't doing well enough. Just don't go too far with it and I'll stay out of the way," he said before going over the wall by the door. He conjured up a chair and made himself comfortable.

Michael turned back to Sam. "So, your father told me you have another power you failed to mention to me before.

Sam winced a little. "Yes, I have telekinesis. I've been practicing it on my own when I have time. Look, I didn't tell you because at the time, I didn't want to train with you any longer than necessary. I know it wasn't the smartest thing to do."

"No, but I understand. Plus, I know Gabriel has already impressed upon you why it was a bad idea. I see no reason to berate you further," Michael said.

Sam smiled gratefully at him.

"However, if I'm going to train you, you cannot keep powers from me. I expect you to inform me when discover a new ability from now on," Michael said firmly.

"I don't think I need to tell you that goes for me as well," Gabriel said in a similar tone.

Sam nodded to both of them. "I understand."

"Good. There's no reason to spoke of this any longer then. We should get started. Have you had a chance to practice locating your Grace?" Michael asked.

Sam cringed like a child about to be scolded. "No. Dad said not to use my Grace at all. He said to let it heal."

Michael nodded. He wasn't upset. He'd expected the answer to be no. he just wanted to be sure. "It's alright, Sam. Your father's right, it's probably for the best. We'll start with that now and you'll go back to doing it every day," he said before snapping his fingers.

Sam watched as a comfortable chair appeared. He immediately sat down got to work.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Metatron was pissed. He had been summoned by an angel. It wasn't even an archangel, just a regular seraph. Who was a seraph to demand his presence? He was God's scribe. He shouldn't answer to anyone but him, let alone a garden variety seraph. He thought of ignoring the summons, but he wanted to know what she wanted and why she thought she had the right to summon him.

Metatron walked into a big office and found who he was looking for behind a desk.

"You're five minutes late," the angel behind the desk said.

"I didn't need to be here at all, Naomi. Tell me what you want now or I'm leaving," Metatron said coldly.

"You're not going anywhere until I'm finished with you, Metatron. Not unless you want to be the subject of the next public trial," Naomi said.

Metatron sneered. "You can't do anything to me, Naomi. I am God's scribe!"

Naomi laughed mockingly. "You really think that title means anything? All it means is you were the only one was too worthless for anything else than to write down his word. You think your position means you were favored, but the truth is, he probably just took pity on you because you were good for nothing else."

"How dare you?!" Metatron seethed.

"We're losing focus. We should get back on point. I did call you here for a reason," Naomi said.

"I don't care what you have to say," Metatron said before heading for the door.

"I know you were the one who organized the attack on the Nephilim," Naomi called after him.

Metatron had just opened the door when he heard her. He immediately froze. How the hell had she known that? He had been careful when he explained his plan to Vashti. He made sure no one had overheard him. The only way Naomi could know is if the idiot told her what his plan was.

"I suggest you close the door. You wouldn't want anyone else to hear about what you've done, would you?" Naomi asked.

Metatron shut the door and turned to her. "I don't know what you're talking about. Those involved in that attack were caught and punished."

"Yes, brutally so. And it wasn't even their idea. What do you suppose will happen should everyone find out you put the idea in their heads?"

"You can't prove any of this," Metatron said.

Naomi smiled at him smugly. "Of course, I can. All it would take is a little poke in your brain to pry the information out. But why bother when I don't need to. I don't need to prove a thing. All I have to do is whisper into Gabriel's ear and your done. For that matter, Michael and Lucifer's ears would work pretty well too."

Metatron hated it, but she wasn't wrong. All it would take was an accusation, especially considering he hadn't even tried to hide how he felt about the abomination. The bitch had him. "What do you want?"

"Tell me something before I answer that. Did you really think you could kill a Nephilim? You gloat so much about being God's scribe, but you didn't realize that a Nephilim has more power than an army of us?" Naomi asked.

"He's just a fledgling right now," Metatron said. There was no reason to deny it. She knew what he'd done. She wasn't going to tell. She wanted something from him.

"And yet that fledgling literally shook Heaven's walls. You're an idiot if you thought six angels could take him out," she said.

"What do you want?" Metatron asked her again.

"Everything," Naomi said with a smirk. "Why settle on just one demand when I can get whatever I want from you for as long as I want.

Metatron glared at her. Unfortunately, that was the only thing he could do. She had him under her thumb.

"That look on your face is utterly satisfying. "So, the first thing you're going to do is abandon your plans for the Nephilim. I know you have some. You'll get rid of any thoughts of it," Naomi said in a hard tone.

"What do you care what happens to the little bastard? Do you have some kind of plan yourself?" Metatron asked suspiciously.

"That's none of your concern. Go. I'll let you know when I need you," Naomi dismissed.

"What happened to it being stupid to try killing the thing?" Metatron asked rhetorically before heading out of the room.

Naomi smiled once he was gone. "Who said anything about killing him?