A/N: bet you thought you'd seen the last of me!1! well too bad, im back. and it's short but that's okay because I'm lazy. Hope it's everything you wanted in another update. also i didn't proofread it well because it's christmas

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus

Natasha Romanoff was nothing if not used to sleazy men at bars thinking they were all that, sauntering over with their cheesy pickup lines and reeking of desperation, thinking that she had nothing better to do than suffer through their fruitless advances. Of course, what they didn't know (or refused to acknowledge) was that yes, she had much better things to do and no, she definitely was not interested in accepting their drinks.

Tonight, she was more than ever not in the mood for all of this macho male bullshit.

Her quiet evening in had been sabotaged by the sudden appearance of Clint outside her door which, normally, wouldn't have been too much of an issue. The issue was the fact that Clint was holding up his phone with a 911 message from –who else – Tony Stark. And thus her evening was sufficiently ruined.

Now, while she usually had no problem ignoring men like the leather-jacketed cliché making his way over, Natasha was currently in a bad mood. This meant that as soon as the guy grinned and opened his mouth to speak, she successfully shut him up by pinning him to the ground.

A ruffled looking man at the bar seemed startled by the sudden attack, which only prompted Natasha to further twist the arm in her grip. And then she noticed Stark and he was wearing his stupid smirk which only irked her further. She probably would have snapped this guy's arm on accident if it hadn't been for the familiar weight of a hand on her shoulder. Looking up, she met Clint's (slightly amused) gaze and immediately let go of the stranger.

"I see you've met my new friends." Tony had sauntered his way over, wearing his usual smug expression but for Natasha, it was easy to see how distraught he really was. There were faint bags under his bloodshot eyes and the nice suit looked ruffled, as well as his hair.

"You look like shit," Clint cut in before Natasha had a chance to say… well, exactly what Clint had said. Unfazed, Tony shrugged and instantly begun to ignore them in favor of looking at his phone. A genuine smile spread across his lips.

"Oh, goodie. Bruce is here."

Reluctantly, Natasha followed Stark to the door, well aware of the three men near the bar, staring them down. These were the 'friends' Tony had mentioned? They didn't exactly look like much.

Outside, Bruce was indeed waiting, fidgeting and trying his best not to get bumped into by rude New Yorkers. Tony greeted him happily while the two assassins were on standby but the heartwarming reunion didn't last long.

The leather-jacket burst through the door, followed by his two friends. She wasn't exactly surprised when mister Big Shot started shooting daggers at Stark with his eyes, seeing as that was a fairly common reaction to the billionaire's attitude. The words 'pet angel' stood out from Tony's otherwise useless introduction but before any questions could be asked, a single statement made the air go still around the group.

"That one's not entirely human."

Well,Natasha thought. At least this won't be boring.

Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii

Castiel had been through a lot with the Winchester brothers and over time, Dean had learned to trust his angel companion's instincts. Not when it came to everything, of course (human subjects were still very iffy), but Cas showing distrust in someone was enough reason for the hunter to pull out his gun. Just in case.

Now, what was the common reaction to someone pulling out a gun? Oh, right. Shit hit the fan at a very high velocity.

Sam sort of freaked out, grabbing at Dean's arm to try and get him to lower his weapon but the older Winchester didn't budge. However, in a split second, his brother's hand was gone and Dean hadn't even begun to shake it off himself. Mister Dark and Smirky had gone full on serious-business, shoving Sam out of the way and up against the nearest wall (the size difference would have made it hilarious if it wasn't for the fact that it made Dean want to shoot the guy). Dean kept his gun trained on the 'entirely not human' one (who, now that Dean thought about it, just looked amused by the gun pointed at his face). Before he could even begin to question the guy, Dean was on the ground for the third freaking time this evening. What the hell.

"Don't be stupid," the redhead – Natasha – said condescendingly from where she was forcing him into the street and Dean grumbled in return. This was really starting to put a dent in his ego. At this point, a small crowd was beginning to form, wondering what all the commotion was. Dean vaguely registered Tony sprouting some lie about overly excited fans and bodyguards but he was more focused on the fact that Castiel was getting involved.

The angel placed a firm hand on her shoulder, a very polite way of saying 'get off my friend or I royally kick your ass'. At least, that's how it came across to Dean. Natasha, however, didn't look like she'd received the same message.

At first, she looked almost offended that this scrawny looking guy thought he stood a chance and Dean couldn't help but smirk. She had no idea, did she? When her attempt to twist Cas' arm went about as well as one would expect when dealing with an angel, Dean's smirk turned into a full blown grin. Cas' arm didn't budge, obviously, and Castiel shot her a warning look.

The 'glare of death' (which honestly just amused Dean more often than not) seemed enough incentive for Clint, though, as Castiel was suddenly tackled from the side. Natasha ended up following the duo to the ground, seeing as Cas was still hanging onto her.

With a full out brawl starting, the crowd around them expanded, people starting to hoot and cheer the second the first punch landed. Or hypothetically landed, seeing as Castiel showed no reaction to Clint's straight punch to his jaw. Dean scrambled to his feet with Sam's help since Natasha was currently trying to release her friend from Castiel's vice grip.

"I don't think Stark was joking about the angel," Clint observantly informed them right before he was tossed into the crowd, hitting the asphalt with a thud. The crowd, moments away from starting up a middle school 'fight' chant, had parted, opening up like a gate to avoid getting hit, making way for one more observer to the showdown. The new arrival strutted straight into the middle of the fight (it wasn't exactly a fight per say but more so Cas being confused by the attacks and lashing back, Tony trying and failing to get the crowd to disperse and the Bruce guy had at some point backed away from all the commotion) and prevented Natasha from pulling out the weapon she so clearly was about to bring up. Not that they would have done shit to Cas but still, appreciated.

"That's enough. Let's take this someplace else, shall we?"

Clint had returned, dusting off his jacket, frowning deeply at Castiel which shamelessly amused Dean.

The blonde arrival looked like he'd just stepped out of a lame 20s romcom in his brown leather jacket and with that parted hair and Dean scoffed as he leaned closer to Sam. "Who the hell is – Sam?"

Sam was staring at the stranger, looking just about as star struck as when they'd snuck into the pound while their dad had been on one of his hunts. "Dean," he gritted out through clenched teeth and Dean honestly couldn't believe that they were related. "That's Captain America."

What? Oh… Until the day he'd die, Dean would never admit to it, but he couldn't help but feel a little (read: a lot) star struck. This guy was like the first authentic superhero and yeah, it was kinda cool. For someone trying to pull off that hairstyle. Castiel did not seem as impressed as he sauntered back to his humans, frowning deeply.

The brothers' marveling was cut short when Captain romcom begun to usher everyone off the street, camera phones snapping as people marveled at the random assembly of Avengers and the guy who had been preparing to kick their ass but the angel seemed less than pleased with the attention. Dean was actually curious to see if Cas could take all of them on.

Despite the group of onlookers having finally dispersed, people were still paying way too much attention for any conversations to be had. Mister America seemed to realize that as well, looking at his companions with worry and, Dean noticed with amusement, saving a particularly irritated look for Stark. His amusement didn't last long, interrupted by the sadly familiar sensation of a gun pressing into his back. "Don't try anything." Natasha sounded bored, which only served to rile Dean up. But judging from the sour look on Sam's face, his brother was in the same dilemma. Oh, well.

"Don't," Dean ordered gruffly once he noticed Cas getting ready to throw around more assassins, giving him a reassuring nod. They didn't need another fight breaking out, despite Dean's itching need to throw a few punches at the people who kept dropping him to the ground. More fighting would be counterproductive and it hardly seemed fair with an actual superhero at the scene. Besides, Thing 1 and Thing 2 wouldn't shoot them. Their Captain wouldn't allow it. Or so he hoped.

"Let's move."

Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii

What happens when you put an angel, two self-absorbed humans, a serum enhanced soldier, two assassins and a potential Hulk in the same room? For starters, you get a very frustrated Sam Winchester, standing next to the aforementioned potential Hulk, shaking his head. You also had a whole lot of fighting.

After cramming into a large taxi, which was as uncomfortable as it sounded, the group of unlikely alleys had arrived at Stark Tower. And then Natasha had 'accidentally' almost shot Dean, or so the older Winchester claimed, despite the bullet not even having grazed him. "If I wanted to kill him, he'd be dead by now."

Sam hadn't been keeping track of time but the shouting match had been going on for at least ten minutes now. All weapons had been removed by Steve a.k.a. Captain America (Sam was still sort of swooning) but any attempts at calming the bickering between Tony and Dean and Natasha and Clint were spoiled every time one of the four decided to once more open their mouth.

"I knew redheads had a temper…" was the latest in line of smart things uttered by his brother, which had immediately resulted in another round of intense arguing and almost-punches being thrown. There were some threats about arrows and eye sockets being made but it was all lost in the jumble of angry shouting. Sam honestly wouldn't have been surprised if the end of the world had simply decided to occur while these great superheroes argued hopelessly with Dean Winchester. Yup, that actually sounded just about right.

"Enough!"

Every last person in the room cringed at the booming voice. Sam glanced up just in time to see his brother being manhandled into sitting down by Castiel, who had by some literal miracle of God managed to bring about silence.

"We are dealing with a very grave situation which could possibly result in the destruction of all mankind and you are bickering like children," Cas scolded, his voice no longer the inhuman echo of a godly creature but merely an angry rasp. It was still enough to hold everyone's attention. A scathing glare was delivered in Dean's direction when the older Winchester assumed he was allowed to open his mouth to retort, and against all odds, Dean actually shut up. Sam was pretty amazed.

Steve seemed more than pleased with the welcomed silence and the two assassins slumped back onto one of the couches upon their Captain's stern look. Sam glanced at the man standing by his side, dwarfed by his own hulking frame, and saw an amused glint in his eyes. He could only guess this was a regular occurrence in the tower. Why wouldn't it be, with Stark living there. It was hard enough dealing with just Dean on a good day, he couldn't imagine throwing more people into the mix.

"Thank you…"

"Castiel," came the curt reply, and Steve nodded, taking his place next to Cas at the front of the room – or as close as he dared, it seemed. For someone who lived with a man straight from Norse mythology, Steve seemed awfully wary of the small, trench coated angel.

Finally daring to venture into the warzone, Sam took a seat next to his brother, whose arms were stubbornly crossed over his chest. He realized that the green eyes were narrowed at the assassins sitting opposite, whispering amongst themselves.

"Sam, Dean…"

Two heads snapped up towards the angel, looking much graver than usual. It could mean nothing good. Even Bruce, from his place in the corner, seemed to be paying close attention. Tony still just looked bored.

"I have reason to believe someone is attempting to once again break 66 seals, freeing Lucifer in the process."

"Seriously?"

"Shut up, Stark."

Omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica

A/N: It's short but I like cliffhangers and you know, fuck it, it's been months. So… there are like 500+ seals, why the fuck shouldn't Lucifer come back, I mean come on guys? Right? I mean, that… totally makes… sense… Thor's probably appearing in the next chapter! (the seals are not the main focus however, just a plot device and it's way late rn, im shutting up). Comment your criticisms and whatnot xox