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"How long has it been brother?"

There was a deep rumbling as something, someone, shifted, massive wings ruffled and they both peered down where the younger slept. Curled on his side, tucked in the massive wings, was their charge. They could see the soft glow of grace under the little ones skin, mending the damage done, swirling up around the dimming soul restrengthening and empowering it.

"Almost there" he smiled at their little one, stroking a hand down his face tenderly, "Not much longer now."

The boy murmured softly, fingers curling around the long feather nearest his face, and the older man smiled at the feeling.

"And it will do as your said?"

He nodded, "Yes. It should keep him from the tortures around us.", still he stroked a hand down his face, smiling at his peaceful expression, "His soul should be strong enough to keep the powers of the cage at bay."

"Good."

They watched him sleep a bit longer, smiling softly, and fell into silence. They felt for the child, truly they did, though it took them much longer to get to this point then it should have, but they got there and that was all that mattered. There was no way, after how long he had been down here, that anyone was coming for him. He was left here and forgotten. But no matter. They would not forget him. They would not abandon him.

"Would he be strong enough to be considered a fledgling?", the dark haired man turned to peer up at the lighter haired man to his side, a thoughtful expression adorning his features, that was not something he had thought about it when he'd pitched the idea of give him pieces of their grace.

"I suppose it would.", he tilted his head in thought, "A piece, a single piece, of our grace would be enough to power a nephilim."

"A strong nephilim at that."

He chuckled but continued on, "But combinding them? That would be strong enough to make his soul more angel then human."

Silence overcame them once again and they settled into it willingly. He would be their fledgling, theirs to care for and theirs to raise, they hadn't had a fledgling since Gabriel but they didn't think they were that rusty in their fledgling rearing.

...

"I don't want to help them understand anything."

Adam crossed his arms, and turned the other way in his seat, petulant in the things expectant of him. He didn't like his so called older brothers, they had left him down there to rot, so long as they had one another that seemed to be just fine, forget anyone else they may screw over in the process. Screw them.

Gabriel rubbed a hand down his face, expression settling into something much more firmer then they were used to seeing on the trickster archangel, he stood up straighter and crossed his arms tightly.

It took a moment but once he caught the boys gaze, he was going to be sure he wasn't going to lose it again, he did not want to play anymore games.

"Adam, then help me understand it."

"No."

Castiel hummed thoughtfully from where he was leaning against the wall, closer towards the door, next to his two charges, he knew this was a bad idea, trying to be nice in regards to the boys feelings. Clearly this needed a firmer approach. They had discussed the matter earlier on that same morning, and Gabriel had made a very clear point, they could give their grace to anyone they choose, but for the power to actually take hold and work, that needed a blessing all on it's own.

Only Father could give such a blessing.

And it made his grace boil knowing that this boy had been granted the abilities of the archangels when it was the Winchesters who had been the ones to do the hard work. Adam Milligan was not deserving of such grace. He hadn't had to deal with the things Sam and Dean had, fight the fight so to say, given so much to the world that the Winchester Brothers had.

"You know what, fledgling, we'll try it this way", Gabriel leaned over the table, palms flat againt the cool wooden surface, staring into the boys eyes heatedly, "Either you can tell me what exactly got you this new battery pack in you, or you, little one, can sleep in your own room tonight."

That caught the boys attention, his eyes going wide, face falling from the petulant scowl into something much younger.

"But I like sleeping in your room."

Gabriel smiled at him, knowing when he was winning this argument, "And I enjoy it too kiddo," he gave him a pointed look, "But I need to know. So you have your choice. You can continue to be a stubborn fledgling and keep it to yourself and sleep in your own room from here on, or, you can tell me and sleep in my room."

Adam licked his lips and looked out of sorts for a moment, wanting to keep what was his to himself and on the same breath not wanting to be booted from the Archangel's room, it was a big ultimatum he was facing.

He grumbled a moment later, crossing his arms over his chest, and ducked into his chair.

"Fine. I'll tell you. But not with them here."

Gabriel shook his head, "Thats not how it works.", the boys face fell even more, looking over his shoulder at the two hunters behind him, and pouted, "But I don't like them!", "I know you don't but that's our deal, you tell us right here and right now, or no dice and its straight to your room.", the fledgling side took over the young man, a pout forming over his features, eyes twinkling with unshed tears, "But Gabe! But...But!"

He rolled his fondly, holding his arms out this time around, "C'mere.", the fledgling jumped, burrowing into his chest, whining softly, "Will you tell me little one? Tell me what happened?", the fledgling nodded into his chest, sniffling sadly, making a soft noise of watery content when he scratched at the back of his head, "It was dark there. Dark and scarey. There was this...this darkness down there. It hurt. They said that it wanted...that the bad wanted to hurt me...and that they would help."

"What did they do?"

"They told me to drink their blood."

...

Adam peered up at the bright blue man, he could just make out the shape of him, he hissed as he slit a cut into his wrist, and leaned down for the boy, "Drink it little one, as much as you can, as quick as you can.", Adam nodded, leaning forward as the bright glowing blood dripped down his arm, the life force, grace falling free.

The human boy made a small noice of discomfort as he closed his mouth around the wound and drank, it burned, running down his throat, it burned as it settled into his stomach, he could feel it burning. It hurt, but he didn't stop, not as he gazed up into those glowing blue eyes from where he knelt in front of him, "There you go. Drink up little one."

Adam nodded, taking a deep breath, and began sucking anew.

"Michael, take it easy, we do not want to hurt him before we're through."

The blue mass gave a soft hum, letting the boy finish up, and pulled his arm back. The red mass came up beside him, grace blood already flowing freely down his arm, nad he knelt before him now, holding out his own arm, "Okay kiddo, just like that, come on now."

Adam leaned forward again, feeling the bloody gash get pushed against his lips, and he drank once more. This time it burnt, but a cold burn, like an extreme brain freeze or frost bite. It slithered down his throat like ice melting drip by drip.

He whined after the third gulp, he felt weird, strange, and he shoved away with a loud scream. They stepped back, watching closely, watching sadly, as he screamed in agony. As the boy arched his back, falling to his knees, they could see their grace latching onto the boy's soul, twisting and changing it.

Adam's eyes were thrown open a moment later.

A bright purple.

...

"How much of an idiot do you have to be to actually do something like that!"

Gabriel glared heatedly at the hunter, hugging the sleeping fledgling closer, "Do not talk about the fledgling that way.", as the only remaining archangel in the know right now it was his duty to take care of the last archangel fledgling in all creation. It was an awkward situation being that the newest fledgling was created from humanity before gaining his metaphorical wings.