Summary: This is the follow-up to Never Wear White After Labor Day. Michael addresses the heavenly garrison, and Dean makes his influence known. It's dialogue only.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. This is for entertainment only, and not for profit.

"Okay, settle down now. God left me in charge until she gets back, and we got a lot of ground to cover here. Dean's got a date with the Pulaski triplets in that hot tub of theirs, and I don't wanna miss out on that."

"Uh, Michael?"


"Why do you sound so much like that Dean Winchester vessel? And do you really think it's appropriate for an archangel to have sex with human females?"

"Pull the stick outta your rump, Jed. As for the women, well, if you have to ask, there's no sense in me explaining it to you. Next question. Anybody? Teon."

"Are we still gonna smite Las Vegas?"

"Nope. Change of plans. It's family oriented now."

"Uh, Uriel was in charge of that project."

"Oh. Right. Uriel. I liked him."

"You did?"

"Yeah. Talk about point and shoot smiting. Too bad about him. Okay, first order of business. I've heard rumors that some of you are planning to go after Sam Winchester since he was officially designated Lucifer's vessel. Let me tell you right now, if he so much as stubs his toe, asses will roll. Big time. You haven't seen smiting until you've seen me get started. We clear?"

"Yes sir!"

"All right then. Anna? You're pardoned."


"Read my lips. What part of 'You are pardoned' didn't you get? Hey! Why the hell did you slap me!?"

"I felt like it. After everything I went through…Hmph!"

"Geez. First I healed Bobby Singer and still got cussed out, and now this. Okay…next…everybody knows by now, Zachariah's out. Yeah, I saw that champagne celebration some of you were putting on in the back. Talk about fair weather friends. Anyway, Castiel's in charge of the garrison now."


"Yeah, Selaphiel. You got a problem with that?"


"Didn't think so. Uh, let's see…for those of you who have vessels…I'd appreciate it if you could cut the humans some slack. We're going for kinder and gentler from here on out. Raphael? You too, Castiel. Jimmy's gotta have a life sometime."

"Why should I care about this sack of meat?"

"Rafe. Kinder and gentler, remember? Come on, I know you can do it. Chuck?"

"Uh, yes?"

"We really appreciate the work you've done as our prophet during this crisis. You plan on staying for the rest of the tour?"

"Uh…I wasn't aware that I had a choice."

"You have free will. It's up to you."

"Well, I, uh, Zachariah said…"

"Okay, people, let's get something straight right now. I didn't like Zachariah, never did like him. He was a mealy mouthed pencil pusher. I wouldn't trust him to dig a latrine, much less stop the Apocalypse. He's gone, his policies are out. We got a fresh start and I intend to make the best of it. Now, Chuck, as a reward for your years of faithful service, I think we can come up with something that you can really appreciate. How does winning the lottery sound to you? Twenty million okay?"

"Uh…yeah. Yeah!"

"Good. And don't squander it all on that escort service. Pace yourself, dude. Okay, that's it. If anybody needs me, you know how to reach me. Try hard not to reach me, okay? Dismissed!"

A/N: I was floored by the response to Never Wear White After Labor Day. I'm behind in answering reviews, but in the next day or so I will thank each and every one of you.