Chapter 3

"So, that's why we need your help." Steve finished. Dean and Cas were down for the count, their smaller bodies not used to the harsh environment of 'haven't slept in a few days' they were in. Cas's wings wrapped tightly around them both. Mary and Sam spent the last few hours listening to the Avengers' thoughts of why the world is in trouble because of god. Sam waited patiently for them to stop their stories on how this is possible. Sam's favorite part by far is when Steve Rogers looked them dead in the eye and in a nice, soft, 'I'm telling the truth' voice told them that the Unnatural was real.

"Sorry, no dice." Sam said, looking into the blue eyes of Captain America, yet he knew they didn't stand a chance between Castiel's pure blue orbs. "Really, I would help, if there was something worth helping about."

"That's not what I mean. First of all, the world is fine, nothing's wrong with it for at least two days. Second, you have the whole 'issue' totally wrong. So, we aren't helping. We're going to sleep here, and then head back home, to divert actual threats." Sam gave them his 'sympathetic' puppy eyes.

"I'm still confused, it seemed like your God was in a real struggle against -" Thor tried to sat, but was cut off by Sam.

"His sister, the Darkness, we call her Amora. Nope, Dean had just diverted that threat, they were just going home… or somewhere." Sam explained. "The Sun /was/ dying, and now it's better, everything is okie-dokie."

"That doesn't really help." Clint said from his perch on the back of his team's couch. He was the youngest of the Avenger's, maybe nineteen tops.

"And what do you know about saving the world? How many times have you done it?" Fury asked, rubbing his forehead, this was going nowhere fast.

"Well there was the Apocalypse, Angel War, Leviathan, Demon's are always a big problem, and then you know every other /Super/natural thing that we hunt on a daily bases, and guess what, Lucifer is back out of the cage, and we need to track him down, let me just call the King of Hell, it's number three on speed dial." Dean apparently has woken up now, and so has Castiel, who was rubbing his eyes with his fists.

"Plus Abaddon." Castiel piped in. "And Metatron, Angel-on-Angel would have certainly ended in the world's downfall if we had not locked away the ass-butt."

"True." Dean said, adding to his fingers. "So like six-ish."

"Don't forget about Azazel's big plan for the 'Chosen', and opening the gates of hell with the Colt." Sam agreed. "And of course if you hadn't killed Cain, then there would have been something huge."

"Just understand, we know and we have, and we just did, with the whole Amora-darkness wanting to kill her bro, because god locked her away in a cage." Dean stated.

"Alright, legal drinking age grownups will talk, everyone else, go to bed." Mary said after she looked down at her watch noticing it was getting late into the night. "

Clint wanted to protest that this woman couldn't boss him around, but Natasha and Coulson nodded to him, Pietro and Wanda to do as she says.

"You too, Cas." Sam said as the angel didn't move.

"What? But-" The angel seemed to be trying to make an argument, but Dean already pulled Castiel off the couch and was dragging him along. "-I'm older than all of you."

"Physically, you're only older than Dean." This earned Sam two bitch faces from the regressed boys.

"I am not the youngest." "It's just this Vessel." They both argued at the same time.

"Yeah, and you're wouldn't be able to get a beer in a bar." Sam stated. "/Legally/ you can not get a beer from a bar, /Legally/." He added before when Dean opened his mouth to argue. "Up, and that's an order."

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

"Assbutts."

The small exchange drew a few chuckles from the crowd of heroes. They watched as the six under 21 year olds stalked away, Tony letting feathers pick out a room for the Maximum Ride and his boyfriend. Though if Tony really was going to bet he would bet on a few heads stealthily peaking out of the vents listening into the 'adult' conversation.

"Alright, everyone to the island, and I'll get out the good stuff." Tony said, ushering for everyone to stand and walking to the kitchen himself, ready to get drunk and learn a few things about these mysterious people.