Sam had managed to creep all the way up to the side door before the Gods henchmen were onto him, one dragging him backwards by the hair and the other punching him in the face to stun him. The poor guy didn't even know what hit him, one moment his heart was hammering as he heard Gabriel's voice from beyond the door then the next moment there was a blinding pain in his head and everything went black.

The room was uncomfortably silent and a bored Gabriel was busy entertaining himself by flicking grapes at an increasingly enraged looking Demi-God sitting to Thor's left hand side. The half God looked like he wanted nothing more than to put a blade through Gabriel's heart but half-God or no he was still no match for the Archangel, and he knew it. So the man remained silent through Gabriel's teasing until finally he grew bored of it and turned his attention on the main man himself.

"Sooo…How ya been?" Gabriel asked, only partially interested as he examined his nails and stared about the Grand Hall in search of better sport. Thor raised his eyebrows at the Archangel and shook his head slowly.

"You are really going to sit there and attempt to make small talk after this insult, Loki? You storm into my house, making threats and demands for the return of your Brother who I only took as punishment for the attacks you perpetrated on me at the Gathering?" Thor's voice rumbled with growing rage like the first waves of a brewing storm but Gabriel was unimpressed by his display, his wings cutting through the air as they arched up in defiance and anger.

"You deserved everything you got at that party! After what you said about…" Gabriel raged but he was cut off quickly by the arrival of two henchmen into the room, dragging a dazed and bleeding Sam between them.

"Samuel Winchester, my Lord…" One of them announced as the dropped the Hunter into a heap on the floor before the table, Thor standing with a smile on his face as Gabriel tried his hardest to control himself. He couldn't show weakness now, or all would be lost.

"Ahh Sam Winchester, finally, the root cause of all this unpleasantness. Well don't just sit there Loki! Isn't it customary to offer your beloved a seat?" Thor joked and all around him the lower level beings chuckled with smirks on their faces, but Gabriel couldn't care less as he sprung from his seat and pulled an injured Sam to his feet, glaring up at the God when his Mate groaned in pain.

"Why is he here?! He has nothing to do with this!" Gabriel snapped and Thor's face darkened, the room shaking slightly as his raised voice rumbled through it.

"That abomination has -everything- to do with it! You have gone soft since he came into the picture, Loki, lost your edge…You always did lose your head around the pretty ones, but even you had some standards. This thing…" Thor sneered at Sam who was hunched over in Gabriel's arms, advancing slowly on the pair as he spoke. "That is not worthy to wipe your boots. And yet you still choose not only to lay with it but to mark it as your Mate? Even for you, this behaviour is shameful, Loki…" Thor finished with a smirk as the Hall around the started to yell and jeer at the pair, and the noise was so deafening that Thor could only just make out the wounded Hunter was trying to say something. "Ah, it speaks! Silence now, let it talk…go on, boy, plead your case…Talk!" Thor rambled as he yanked Sam forward from Gabriel's arms, forcing him to stand before him.

"…his name is Gabriel!" Sam snarled as his eyes darted up to meet the Gods, all pain suddenly leaving them as his charade ended and he darted forward to grab at the only weapon in sight. The whole room gasped at once and then held its breath as the little Human tore the Hammer from Thor's belt…and swung it high over his head before bringing it down and around to connect with the Gods leg, a roar of thunder piercing the air along with Thor's screams of agony.

The God stared wide eyed at Sam as he slowly toppled backwards, his leg twisted and broken under him from the blow from his own magical weapon - the one only he should be able to wield - and before he hit the ground a thought crossed his mind, one that felt so out of place that he swore it came from outside…

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

With a loud crash the God went down, shaking the whole building around him as his eyes went blank and suddenly the world was silent again. Thor lay dead on the ground with a stunned looking Sam Winchester standing above him, the glowing stone Hammer held loose in his grip.

"Huh…Didn't see that one coming…" He said to a shocked Gabriel who was standing behind him. "Now what?"

Dean, Castiel and Michael came bursting into the front entryway and spotted the door for the dining room with identical grins on their faces. If they had learned anything in the whole five minutes that they had been allies it was that they shared a love for kicking ass and taking names, so this fight was one they were looking forward to with gusto. As they approached the door, they formulated their plan.

"Right, Michael you are gonna kick that door down hard as you can and storm in first, followed by me and Cas cause seeing you then him and me will give us the shock we need to catch 'em off guard, right?" Dean said and Michael nodded, pulling his blade from his sleeve as Dean spoke. "When we get in Cas you're gonna cover the right and Mikey the left leaving me running straight down the middle, once we've taken out who we can we gotta get Gabe outta there cause lets face it these are Gods, we can take some but not all…live to fight another day, and all that crap, got it?" Both Angel and Archangel nodded as Dean finished, taking their positions at the door ready for battle. Michael nodded to Castiel and they both unfurled their wings - Michaels a blinding silvery white that made Dean gasp and stare in awe. Michael smiled as he turned his attention on the door before him as his eyes shone blue with heavenly grace.

"We're coming for you, Brother…" The Archangel said as he raised his foot and smashed the door from his hinges with one well placed kick. The threesome stormed inside with yells and battle cries, their weapons held high and ready for their first kills…

And the silent room stared back at them as they saw all the demi-Gods cowering against the walls and averting their eyes from the sight in the centre. One particular being closer to the door noticed their arrival and came running over to them.

"Oh thank God you are here! Please, help us, make them stop already!"

The three stared in shock as the God ran past them, cringing as he went and finally their attention snapped to the two figures standing centre stage and unaware of the trouble they were cause…as usual.

"Son-of-a-Bitch!" Dean yelled and for once Castiel agreed.

Sam Winchester…you Son-of-a-Bitch!