The bunker was the very definition of chaos. Angels, demons and pagans all clamored for answers to the battle's abrupt ending. No one understood or trusted that the victory could be that easy. The arrival of the four archangels only turned up the volume.

"Will you all just shut your cakeholes for a minute?" Gabriel growled. "I swear I can't understand a damned thing any one of you is saying!"

"Please, Gabriel has a point. He is the angel of communication, if he can't understand you the rest of certainly cannot." Michael said waiting for the din to quiet down. "Alright, we know that you are confused. This was no victory; it was a rout with no effort on our part. After all of our planning and knowing what Abaddon was capable of; it makes no sense that she would just hand us a victory like this."

"Abaddon chose to take her own life without a fight. Right after saying something about leaving us something to remember her by." Raphael said.

"What does that mean?" Kevin asked.

"I think it would be safe to assume that it means something ominous." Thor said.

"That is exactly what we think." Lucifer agreed. "The question is what?"

Whatever Lucifer would have next was interrupted by the ringing of Dean's phone and the arrival of a flustered Zachariah.

"We have a huge problem." The angel said to the group at the same time Garth was saying the exact same thing to Dean on the phone.

Zachariah placed a hand on Michael's shoulder and stared at him for a few moments. Michael's eyes widened in alarm. "You must be mistaken Zachariah, that's impossible!"

"I wish I were mistaken." Zachariah said. "You can't know how badly I wish I were wrong."

"What?" Gabriel, Lucifer and Raphael all demanded at once.

"Will you asshats keep it down, I'm on the phone!" Dean yelled.

"Shut it Winchester, we've got a serious problem here." Michael shot back.

"Yeah I know. Garth is trying to fill me in right now." Dean said.

"Wait how can he know that all the divinely consecrated places on earth have become unconsecrated?" Michael asked.

"What are you talking about?" Dean was the one confused now. "We have ghosts, ghouls, goblins and every kind of monster you can think of suddenly running amok!"

"I guess we know what the bitch left for us to remember her by now don't we?" Lucifer asked.


Sam made it as far as the first couch in the bunker before he collapsed. It had been two weeks since Abaddon had killed herself and every hunter they knew of was being run ragged trying to keep the situation under control.

Dean dropped his own duffle then sprawled out next to his brother. He had just closed his eyes when Kevin squashed his hopes for a moment of peace.

"You're back, good." Kevin said. "Garth called. "We've got a vampire attack in Virginia, ghouls overran a group of mourners in Oregon and He thinks there's a siren hunting in Iowa."

"Well there's a couple of zombies in Kansas that haven't slept in 48 hours." Gabriel said as he appeared in a flutter of feathers. "These two are burnt out. Just take a look at Sam."

The younger Winchester was sprawled out where he had plopped down on the couch. His head was thrown back and his mouth was slightly open as a soft snore escaped.

"Yogi Bear is ready to hibernate, no two ways about it." Gabriel smirked then snapped his fingers. A bugle appeared next to the sleeping hunter loudly blasting out Reveille and startling Sam causing him to fall off of the couch as he was rudely jerked out of his nap.

"Dude, not cool." Dean said trying to cover a laugh.

"Relax Boo Boo Bear. I'm here to answer your prayers, even if you haven't exactly prayed yet." Gabriel said unwrapping a lollipop.

"What do you mean answer our prayers?" Sam asked with a yawn.

"Well on the one hand, you guys are pretty much running on fumes like every other hunter out there." Gabriel said. "And on the other hand, you've got an entire town full of people who have gotten a taste of the hunting life and now they can't turn a blind eye to what is happening. They want to be involved."

"No. They're civilians. We're not going to drag them into this." Dean said.

"Look Deano, they may not have grown up shooting at the monster in the closet, but they are not inept either." Gabriel said. "Abaddon dragged them into this by attacking Lebanon and those people sucked it up and came out fighting. And they are ready to fight now." Gabriel pulled the empty paper stick from his mouth and waved it in the general direction of the humans.

"Besides, aren't you the one saying the research is wiping you out?" Gabriel asked. "Some of them could take over the research so you could at least get a few hours downtime between hunts."

"You say that like you have someone in mind." Sam noted.

"I do. And they have the perfect background and experience to not only help with the research, but also to help get this place cataloged. Dad knows we hear you complaining about not being able to find shit all the time." Gabriel said.

"So you want us to hire one of them as a secretary?" Dean snorted.

Gabriel started to laugh then coughed as a piece of his lollipop went down his windpipe. "With what? Hunting doesn't exactly rake in the big bucks. No more like accept a volunteer, her name is Gertrude Skinner."


Uriel found himself actually beginning to feel a bit of admiration for these mud monkeys even if he would never admit it. Uriel was impressed with the way the humans had handled themselves. With little more than a hasty instruction on exorcism and a brief explanation of a few basic demonic repellants; they had fended off the attack by Abaddon's army of demons.

A tiny smile graced his normally dour countenance as he entered Michael's heavenly presence.

"Uriel, what brings you into my presence? And with a smile on your face too." Michael asked.

"Gabriel has gone to speak with the Winchesters. I have spoken to the mayor of Lebanon, the residents are eager to be involved with the continuing struggle against this incursion of the supernatural that Abaddon caused with her death spell." Uriel said.

"Good." Michael nodded. "Have any of the hunters become aware of the situation yet?"

"No. They still believe it is just Abaddon's minions wreaking havoc. They have no idea of the true damage that has been done." Uriel said. "But like Gabriel, I fear the Winchesters will soon discover the situation that we now face."

"We all fear that moment, but if we can contain the knowledge we will do so; by whatever means necessary." Michael ordered.

"And I still think that would be a mistake." Lucifer said as he entered the room. "Neither Sam nor Dean will be forgiving of our subterfuge. It would be better to inform them now. Both Gabriel and Raphael agree with me."

"I'm aware of that. I will order you as I have ordered them to remain silent." Michael said.

"And when this comes back to bite you in the ass, I will say 'I told you so'." Lucifer countered.

"Do you plan to fall back into your old ways so easily?" Uriel asked. "Let there be peace between you, we have grown accustomed to it. Do not repeat the mistakes of the past."

Michael took a deep breath to calm himself. "You are right Uriel; I do not wish to visit unrest on the host." He turned to Lucifer, "I will explain my reasoning to you."

"That would be appreciated, maybe if I understood your motives it would help." Lucifer agreed.

"Uriel I would speak with Lucifer in private." Michael said and waited until the seraph had left. "We are only now discovering the real purpose behind Abaddon's spell, it's not good."

"Demon spells rarely are." Lucifer said. "So there is more to this than every bit of human trash rising from their now unconsecrated graves?"

"Much more Luce. The ones rising from the graves are sacrifices." Michael scrubbed a tired hand across his face. "Every time the Winchesters and the rest of the hunters put down another one of the walking dead serial killers, murderers or rapists they are feeding power into Abaddon's spell.

It is meant to raise the nephilim."

"Well shit. They can't let the bastards run wild preying on the innocent but they can't take them out either." Lucifer realized.

"And when they put them back down they come back after a period of time because the ground is unconsecrated." Michael noted.

"What do our brothers say about this, do they have any ideas?" Lucifer glared at Michael's silence. "You haven't told them have you? Michael Raphael and Gabriel are younger than us but they are Archangels just as we are. Don't you think it's time to treat them like our equals? I think they more than proved themselves worthy of that in helping to open heaven after Metatron's little meltdown don't you?"

"They are our younger brothers; I don't want to put more on their shoulders than they are already carrying. Raphael is busy tending to the injured angels out trying to round up Gemini and Gabriel is busy working with Uriel and the hunters." Michael said.

"Still they should be made aware." Lucifer said. "We all need to know what it is that we face."