Summary: Alastair, Lucifer, and Michael Natas are known for being troublemakers that have a never ending gang rivalry with Castiel, Zachariah, and Gabriel Novak. They can't find a way to get to the Natas until Sam Novak sees them dropping of their seven year old brother, Dean, at school.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor am I profiting from this. I really wish I owned them, but all I have is the sixth season on DVD and nineteen episodes recorded on DVR.

Chapter One

Dean Ephraim Natas was the youngest of four, and was by far the most innocent of the bunch. His oldest brother was Lucifer was eighteen and a senior in high school. Lucifer was feared and known as a troublemaking, irresponsible punk. Michael came next, less than a year younger than Lucifer and was constantly competing with his brother. Alastair was sixteen, and always seemed to have the most time for Dean, although you wouldn't know it from his reputation at school. They were poor, and the main source of money in that came in regularly was from poker and hustling pool. Lucifer was the leader of a gang known as the Sixty-Six Seals. Michael and Alastair were in the gang, Michael was Lucifer's right hand man, but they also did odd jobs to bring in a bit more money.

The Novaks were both very similar and very different than the Natases. The oldest in their family was Zachariah who was eighteen and lead the Archangels. Gabriel was seventeen, and younger than him by less than a year was Castiel. The youngest of the wealthy was a twelve year old Sam, who was tall and popular among his troublemaking peers. The Novaks were rich, but like their rivals they had no mother and rarely saw their father.

"Dean, let's go buddy," Alastair called down the hallway. The echoes of Dean's little feet thundering out of his room and towards the front door bounced bout and the older brother laughed as he narrowly avoided skidding into the wall. Dean's right leg lagging slightly behind, serving as a reminder of why the brothers took turns getting Dean to and from school.

Just under a year ago, Dean had been standing at the edge of their unsafe neighborhood waiting for the school bus to come along, and he had fallen victim to a drive by shooting, which had probably been some sort of rite of passage into another gang. Alastair had been the first to come running, drawn by the sound of shots and had found the barely conscious kindergartener on the ground in a pool of his own blood. Luckily Dean had lived, but he could never play sports or play with other kids in recess and the shooters had never been caught.

Alastair was patient as Dean made his way down the rickety steps and into the old Impala that the family drove. Michael and Lucifer had already caught a ride to school with Devon, a member of the Sixty-Six Seals. As the brunette teen drove to the local elementary school, said goodbye to Dean as he made his way towards the door, and watched the building carefully in his rear view mirror as he drove away, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

And he was right.

Sam was twelve years old, but still didn't fully understand what went on in between his brothers and their friends and the Natases. Last night, the group of friends had been over and kept Sam up late into the night with their whispers of finding a weakness. He had heard them talking about their girls, their 'gang', and their family, but with no results. Lucifer, Michael, and Alastair all drifted around from girl to girl, kept their group close, and had no real family that the Archangels knew of around the city.

As the sixth grader exited the yellow bus that he'd been forced to ride because his brothers were ditching that day, he noticed a first grader slowly exiting a black car. "See you this afternoon, Dean," an unfamiliar voice said, attracting his attention to the driver. The face was slightly familiar and the preteen felt the name on the tip of his tongue. Al Natson? Allen Nave? Al-Alaster Natas, the name finally clicked and he watched the car drive away before hurrying off the bus and to class.

At recess, Sam spotted the blonde little boy sitting underneath a tree towards the edge of the playground, not going anywhere near his peers. He was intently focused on papers in a binder that he propped up against one leg. Sam tried to sneak towards him for a closer look, but anytime someone came within teen feet of him, he snapped the binder to his chest and clutched it there until they had gone away. Finally, Sam grew bored and went to join in the game of basketball that had just started up.

To his surprise, Gabriel, Zachariah, and Castiel actually picked him up that afternoon. They were engaged in conversation about the Sixty-Six Seals when he slid into the empty seat of their tricked out car.

"If only they had any family that wasn't constantly covered up," Castiel said.

"Why?" Sam asked, thinking of the towheaded boy he had seen that day.

"We just want to use them to send the brothers a message," Gabriel said smoothly.

Sam, not catching the double meaning, could see no harm in telling them about Dean. "Well," he began cautiously, "they've got a little brother."

Gabriel nearly swerved into a tree, and the car behind them honked for several seconds as the oldest boy straightened out the vehicle. "What?" he exclaimed.

"A first grader," Sam said sheepishly, not understanding his brother's outburst. "I saw Alastair dropping him off at school today. I think his name is Dean."

"Cas, call JT and get info on this kid," Gabriel ordered. Castiel obediently pulled out his cell phone and dialed their fellow gang member's number, relaying Gabriel's request. As he spoke, Gabriel looked at Sam proudly and Zachariah ruffled his hair in a rare show of affection.

JT called back as they got home, and the glee on his brothers' faces erased all of Sam's worries about telling them about the freckled little boy. They just wanted to talk to him…

Right?