The next morning, Dean rolled over to find an Angel. Of the freaking Lord... In his bed, cuddling him in black and red lingerie.1

"What the... Cas!" the angel looked up from his research, and tilts his head. Dean, as irritated as he is, can't help but think it's adorable.2

"Yes, Dean?"3

"I thought angels didn't sleep."4

"She has been searching tirelessly, for a way, and our Father. Even we need to rest, sleep or not. She is tired and using her new found strength exhausts her further."5

"Ah..." the anagnorisis, he supposed. Her exhausted look upon teleporting into the car, or the room. "But still... The lingerie?"6

"She said the dress would be highly uncomfortable, to sleep in."7

"And with me?"8

"I did not require sleep." Dean shook his head, really, the girl could've just asked Gabriel to conjure up someone to cuddle her.9

"Do I... wake her up?"10

"I do not know," typical Castiel answer, Dean decided. He sighed and rolled the girl away and off the bed. She landed loudly on the floor, with an actual groan of pain. 11

"I thought angels didn't hurt?"12

"I'm gonna have a heartattack, I swear..." Samiel mumbled in complaint, pushing herself up expertly. "And maybe you should quit thinkin'. It's annoying." she smiled sweetly as she slid into his lap to continue cuddling.13

"Bitch."14

"Jerk," Sam, who had opened the door holding a tray of coffee, stopped. There was an angel between Dean's legs, in what looked to be nothing more than ribbons and a few pieces of silk, and she had reacted the same way he always did. "Sorry, Sam. Is that your thing?"15

Damn angel mind reading...16

"I heard that. And It's satin and silk, not just silk. Gabriel?" he snapped his fingers, and she was quickly done up with black make up, tight black spandew pants and a blood colored halter top. She raised an eyebrow, but let his choice of clothing go. She took the cup Sam offered with a gracious smile and a quick kiss to h is cheek. Castiel felt more than saw her sidle up next to him and sip at the caramel macchiato in her hands.17

"I have one for you too, Cas." the angel tried not to look ecstatic when he smelled the white chocolate goodness of what he had described as 'As close to God as I've come so far.'18

"Thank you, Sam." Gabriel shook his head, snapping a large sofa into existence and lounging in it.19

"Gabe, those two... is there...?"20

"Not likely, Sammy. Bro has no sense of romance, or even one night stands."21

"Oh yeah..." Dean faintly recalled the brothel incident. 22

I shouldn't be here Dean, this is a den of iniquity! 23

He smiled fondly, though the other two Angels took no notice. Gabriel pulled Sam down onto the couch roughly, and the hunter immediately began to cuddle him.24

"I am happy for you two, you seem to really love each other," Samiel interjected awkwardly, though it had originally been to break up the akwardness. Castiel shook his head, to which she nodded.25

Will not help the look had said. She crouched low on the ground, leaning on her older brother's leg. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't object.26

Dean suspected the angel would soon realise how uncomfortable having your personal space invaded was. Until then though, the humans, angels and Trickster were content to eat their breakfast in peace. It was McDonald's but, hey, better than nothing.27

The silence was rarely interrupted and when it was, it usually accompanied giggling from the youngest of the angels. Eventually, Gabriel grew bored. Understandable, he was a Trickster who loved mischeif.28

"Hey, Sammers, try one?" he held out a large, whipcream covered strawberry, and his sister took it. "They're good, promise."29

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" she asked in sheer suspicion.30

"Course not! Your my little sis!"31

"That accounts for nothing," Samiel mumbled, before hesitantly looking the fruit over. After a moment, when she determined it was not poisionous, she let the red and white snack near her darkly painted mouth.32

She slowly licked a tiny bit of cream fromt he tip, then slid her lips down the entire thing, moaning as the juice slid down her chin.33

Dean had to stare, she made fruit look good.34

"It is just a strawberry," Castiel reminded her, though he himself had to shake his head as if to clear it.35

"But it's good! The first strawberry I've ever had!"36

Gabriel snickered, leaning farther into the couch and relazing,t hough Detroit was only three hundred miles away. Castiel gave up on researching the Devil, and set the book besides Samiel.37

"Have you met Lucifer?" Dean asked suddenly, curiousity getting the best of him as he leaned forward.38

"Me?" Samiel looked genuinely confused, as if there was someone else there that hadn't seen him already. Dean nodded, and his younger brother tilted his head as he cuddled. "Well.. a few times... My older brother, Gabriel's younger that is, used o be caring. He cared for us Archangels, and even the regular angels...39

"Everything was fine, really, but... Then God created humans... and we were ordered to love them, er, you. He got angry, why shouldn't he?" this earned a dark look from her brethern. "We were created to love God, we had no choice in the matter..." 40

Gabriel sighed, and Castiel looked almost disapproving, a look he didn't wear often unless it was Dean. "So he threw a fit, cause daddy had other playthings?"41

"Pretty much... I myself got angry, however, I didn't cause an uprise."42

"Just considered following it," she glared darkly at Gabriel, who held his hands up in a placating gesture. "Right, we can forget this..."43

"Thank you... I have already atoned for the sin of considering."44

***45

A few hours later, after a routine salt-and-burn Winchester style, the quintet rested in the lobby, too tired to haul themselves upstairs. The Elementalist from the day before, lounged herself across the back of Castiel's chair. "Sam and Dean Winchester, as I live and breathe."46

"Uh..." Sam shot a worried look at Dean, they had checked in under different names, and didn't remember this girl. She sighed, playing with Cas' short hair.47

"I can't believe you don't remember. About ten years ago, highschool? Come on, Sam."48

"I..." she tilted her head, and her brown eyes stared through him.49

"Thalia," his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, though Samiel just yawned and tried not to glare at her.50

"Thalia... wait, Thalia Jade?"51