Roommates with Angels and Demons

Day 258

Day 258
Zachariah's PoV
(A/n: Yeah, weird. I know.)

The Winchesters are as insufferable as I remember and even more. The audacity they have to sit at the table with the archangels and garrison leaders. They have no rank, no honor. Nothing. Insufferable apes. Lucifer and Gabriel make no complaint of course. They dote over their precious Winchesters. Then there's the obvious of Castiel and Dean. They sneak off to fuck in empty tents. I guess all that built up sexual tension is still being released. And there they all sit. They tease and bicker with Michael. They dare belittle him, yet he does nothing. Simply smiles and chuckles. I watched as they stared at the map of the plan. It was to go down today.

"Hold on. What are we going to do?" Emily asked, gesturing to her and her brothers.

"You're staying here," Lucifer replied.

"Why? We're just as skilled as any angel," Sam questioned. He questioned an order from an archangel, the devil no less. Though that action is expected of a Winchester, not a single repercussion occurs. If that had been me I would have been labeled rebellious and sent to be reset. Though, that seems to be a thing of the past.

"I'm not going to let you die in battle. Over my burnt wings." Gabriel pulled Sam's forehead to his. Disgusting display as usual.

"What about you? You expect us to stay here as our husbands go off into battle to possibly die? Are you sure you know who you married?" Millie objected.

"Sorry to interrupt but uh- wait a minute. You guys aren't supposed to be here," Dad himself, God, appeared suddenly. A surge of fear soared through my chest. Don't smite me. Don't smite me.

Millie's PoV

Why does he always appear at the most inopportune moments?

"Well we are," Sam sighed.

"Anyway, just wanted to give you a little heads up. You're gonna possibly, most likely, going to be attacked in the next five minutes."

"Wait what?" Lucifer turned to Michael looking confused.

"How? I warded the camp myself." Michael asked, turning to Chuck.

"My sister's creations are smarter than before. You're going to need everyone you can get- including them, unfortunately for you." He glanced to my brothers and I.

"I'm not sending them into battle! They don't even have armor!" Gabriel replied.

"Let's fix that." Chuck snapped his fingers and glowing mist rose from the ground, swirling around my feet and up my body in a circle. I watched as armor appeared on my legs and up my hips and across my chest and down my arms.

"What the crap?" I breathed, staring in awe of the armor. It was half plate, glittering golden metal made up the breastplate and the sleeves were thick black leather. A black cape tumbled down my shoulders and down my back. Metal went down my arms to my wrists where fingerless leather gloves were. The metal began again at my hips then stopping as black leather went down the rest of my thighs until my knees. The knee pads turned to a boot of metal down to my feet. I looked fucking awesome. My hand drifted to the bow slung around my shoulder and the quiver attached to the belt at my hips. The hilt of a short sword stuck from a sheath at my left side. A metal rose sat on one shoulder. Thorny vines of metal design snaked their way up my right arm.

"Good luck," Chuck smiled before disappearing. I looked to Lucifer who stared at me, eyes wide.

"Um, I look just a tad like my d&d character," I pointed out.

"I have a cape!" Dean laughed. I glanced at my brothers to see them wearing similar armor and they looked... younger.

"Uh Dean..." he looked up from his armor. It was a little more metal, less leather. A snake design went up Sam's arm. Dean's armor design resembled flames. They too wore black capes. A large sword hung at Sam's side. The large size of the sword would be no issue. Smaller blades sat around Dean's belt. Throwing them would be easy and they would make great for up close and personal.