Supernatural: Wayward Sons: Monster Squad

Hell's Angels

Little Rock, Arkansas

Present Day

An angel, a hunter, and a damaged soul walk into a bar...

The pitcher of beer sat on the table, half empty, as the three young men sat around, talking and getting to know each other after the horrors of the last few days. Only one of them had managed to get any sleep, and that was only because of pure exhaustion.

"So, you weren't just blowing smoke," Ben Braeden said as he took a drink of beer. Luckily in seven months, he wouldn't need a fake I.D. anymore, as he would be 21. Until then, the bartenders would know him as Axl Van Halen. It wasn't his first taste of the stuff, mind you. Dean Winchester had given him his first sip of beer when he was 12, but Ben wasn't supposed to have remembered that. But that's a story for later. "You really are an angel."

"Was an angel, before I lost my grace," Samandriel said, having just told the tale of how he'd escaped Purgatory. "I am bonded with my vessel now. I am now what you call human."

"Ah, this guy is more than human," Adam Milligan told them as he chugged his third glass of beer. It had been nearly 1,000 years since he'd tasted the sweet nectar. "I've seen this guy do some pretty brave stuff since I've known him. He's got a lot of balls for a former angel. Want to tell him about the spider pit?"

"I think Ben needs to know how we escaped Michael, first," Samandriel said.

"Yeah, I want to know how you got past an Archangel," Ben said as he leaned back.

"It wasn't easy," Adam told him. "In fact, I was damn near about to piss my pants doing what I was about to do. Well, if I'd been wearing pants..."

*

Then

"I'm not a traitor," Samandriel said as he lay strapped to a table. He'd been stripped of his clothes, which were laying in a crumpled pile of rags on the floor as the Archangel Michael's hulking form paced in front of him. Michael's sword, one he had forged out of metal and hellfire during his time in the Cage, was leaning against the wall as the young angel struggled with his restraints. "I'm loyal!"

"You are loyal to the traitor Castiel," Michael told him bitterly. "And the Winchesters. The true monsters who destroyed everything we had worked for. You think I never noticed you, Samandriel? Sucking up to Castiel the second Father abandoned us?"

"Castiel was the only one who was kind to me after Father left us," Samandriel told him. "The rest of you treated me like-"

"Like what? The mutt that you were created to be?" Michael asked. "You were created for one purpose, brother, to be a toy, something to cheer Dad up when he got depressed. And when Father left, you were useful to no one."

"Why do you still continue to be jealous of me?" Samandriel asked. "I give you no reason to hate me, or any of my brothers and sisters for that matter."

"Jealous? Because Father created you to be the most adorable creature in creation? I was the most handsome angel, admired by all until you came along," Micheal told him. "The entire host of Heaven once bowed their heads in awe of me when I walked the halls of Heaven, then upon your arrival, it was all "Oh, Samandriel's so adorable! Samdandriel's so cute when he sneezes!" Even in your human form, your cuteness still shines through. You stole my father's love, Samandriel. He loved you more than any of his children. Now I get to take that pain out on you, uninterrupted."

"What about your vessel? And Lucifer?" Samandriel asked as he struggled.

"My vessel spit me out the second we got here," Michael told him. "He was stronger in spirit than I gave him credit for, at least at first. I much preferred his older brother, now that was a vessel that I could really take pride in if the moron has just said 'yes'. As for Lucifer, he's... stepped out for a while, so it's just the two of us."