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A Swan's Wings

Mikkal

Chapter 16: Epilogue

"Wimp! Fight back!"

Sam growled and swung out with his sword like Dean had taught him. Ezekiel dodged it easily enough he was at least a foot away.

Zeke smirked. "Is that what you call fighting back?"

"Shut up," Sam snapped. "Like you're any better."

Except he was. Zeke, though young, was still so much older. He was a novice swordsman, but much better than Sam. How the hell did Dean learn to fight well enough to hold up against Michael so soon? He went well beyond Zeke even though he was technically younger.

Gah, his head hurt.

Raphael stood on the side lines, shaking his head ruefully. "I am beginning to think I should find someone else for Sam to practice against. Ezekiel is too distracting."

"Who else would it be?" Gabriel asked, lounging around with a drink in hand. "Jophiel is the only one close to his skill level and he'll be just as distracting."

"Perhaps he will improve at the same rate Dean did," Raphael said hopefully. "They were both exceptional humans and Dean's already proven to be an exceptional angel, let us hope Sam is the same."

Gabriel covered a fond smile by raising his glass to his lips. No one was going to see that side of him (it was too late with some). Raphael was proving to be a great teacher despite the fact he was still a hard-ass. Castiel made a great choice.

Speaking of…

"Where's Dean and Cas?"

Raphael didn't answer right away, watching Sam get punch in the face by Zeke. The former human retaliated by throwing his sword to the side and tackling the smaller statured angel, making them crash to the ground in a heap.

He sighed. "They're talking to Father about something. He is being a bit…difficult at the moment so the "talking" is more like "attempting to talk.""

Gabriel snorted. That was one way of putting it.

"Dean is suppose to be here in a few. He was going to go over a couple of things with Sam. He's trying to get his brother up the ranks."

"Good luck with that." Gabriel raised an eyebrow when Zeke overpowered Sam and rolled the larger angel onto his back. "I think Sam's having too much fun playing 'overgrown puppy.'"

"I heard that!"

The short angel had to duck the flying sword. "Throwing things at me doesn't make it less true!" He shouted.

Sam shoved Zeke off and huffed. "You're a jerk."

"Tell us something we don't know," Zeke said, grinning.

"Respect your elders," Raphael admonished. He looked so serious but Gabriel could sense the angel was barely holding back laughter.

"Leave me alone," Gabriel said.

Raphael made a hand motion and Gabriel suddenly found himself at the bottom of a pile, covered by the two angels. Sam was a moose and Zeke maybe shorted than Sam but he was still taller than Gabriel.

"Ugh, big lugs. Get off!" Angel strength was a no go. "Get off!"

Sam hummed happily. "Nope!"

"Sam! You stupid moose!"

"I don't think this is going to work," Lucifer said.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Be a little more positive, Luci! The glass is half full."

"It's called being a realist, Dean."

Castiel leaned against a wall with his arms crossed, looking bored. Father had yet to make an appearance and now Lucifer was having second thoughts about this plan working.

Dean wanted Lucifer to be reinstated into the Host for good, wanted it so Morningstar was no longer dependent on Hell's powers. Perhaps that way he would never fall again.

The Bible was right and wrong at the same time. Lucifer had suffered from great sin, that was true, he fought against Michael that was true. But, in the end, Father had "grounded" Lucifer by putting him in charge of Hell for a certain amount of time. That time had ended thousands of years ago, but Lucifer had been too damaged to even stand the Light of Heaven.

"Since when have you be the positive one?" Castiel asked.

Dean huffed. "What's not to be positive about?" He grumbled. "There's no apocalypse. Sammy's alive. Bobby's alive. Lucifer's gonna be a real boy again." Said angel snorted. "Michael's gone. Really, what's not to be positive about?"

Castiel pressed his lips together and smiled fondly at the once-human-now-angel. What a difference time could make.

Though time was probably not the only factor.

"Chuck!" Dean exclaimed when Father appeared right where Dean said He would. "Just the man…figuratively…we've been looking for!" He paused. "For six earth months."

"I'm not going to apologize," He said nonchalantly.

Castiel grinned when Lucifer choked a little at how Father was acting. The older angel had met this vision of God when he was "sober." Now he was drunk on humanity.

"Wasn't expecting it," Dean said crisply. He clapped his hands together. "Now, on to the best part!"

"This is weird," Sam said.

Gabriel snorted. "You were expecting something different?" He turned away. "Balthazar! Get me another drink!"

"Get it yourself, you twit!"

"Watch your mouth!"

"Shut up, Anna!"

Dean swung his arm around his little brother's shoulders. "I'd say you get use to it, but this is a new experience for me too."

"It's a lot different from reading history books," Sam said. "Actually seeing things change like this. Culture evolving, things dying out, people changing. There are so many wars."

"I can say it," Lucifer said said. "You get use to it. Watching the human gets boring, they never change."

"Oh, and angels do?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged, agreeing with Dean. "Me and Dean and you are the biggest changes to happen to Heaven in a really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really…"

"He's going to do that all night, isn't he?" Castiel said.

Dean sighed, shaking his head. "Yes."

"Awesome," Gabriel said sarcastically.

"…really, really, really, really, really…"

…long time…