"What is samhill is going on here? And who's this?" demanded Bobby a few days later. He had been out on a hunt when they stopped by the house initially with Zal, as Arael insisted on calling her.

The girl's head turned to Bobby, sending all of his hunter's senses on high alert. She was one of the most dangerous things he had ever encountered...even more dangerous than any demon he had come across.

"My name is Betzalel."

Arael rolled her eyes.

"Zal here is one of the more dangerous classes of angels. Her job is to end pain...even if it means killing to do it. You know that whole Silent Hill place?"

"The one all hunters avoid like the plague if they know what's good for them?"

"She's the one who sent the town into a pocket dimension of darkness and vanished an entire group of people who nearly killed an innocent child all in the name of their faulty religion. Zal's really partial to children, so that royally pissed her off."

Zal gave Bobby a once over with her angel senses.

"I like him. He has a purer soul than most of the people I've seen since you brought me with you," said Betzalel.

"He practically raised these two when their father went partially insane after Azazel killed their mother. Bobby here is good people," said Arael.

"Too bad the same can't be said of our brothers and sisters. Even Gabriel was horrified when he first realized I had come to Earth."

"Well to be fair Zal, your humor is rather dark and terrifying. I mean really, that pyramid-headed thing?"

"I let the girl's parents go and one of the Order's children! I'm not a demon damn it!"

"I never said you were, little sister. I'm just saying that your humor leaves a lot to be desire unless someone has a rather morbid one."

Zal pouted. Why did Arael pick on her so much?

"She's behind the Silent Hill disaster?" said Bobby to Dean.

"The cult believed that children who were born without knowing both parents were tainted and impure. A girl by the name of Alessa had no idea who her father was since her mother refused to name him, and was tortured her entire life until one of the Priestesses had the bright idea of burning her to cleanse her 'impurity'. She survived, but her body was so damaged no amount of my Grace could heal it completely, so we did something different."

Bobby looked properly horrified anyone could kill a child over something like not knowing who their father was.

"We took what was left of her innocence...everything that would have allowed her to pass St. Peter's Gates and sent it away where the Order wouldn't find it. When the child was old enough, it would return to Silent Hill and bond with me to end the Order permanently if I hadn't already tracked and destroyed it before then. Sharon managed to find her way back and discovered the truth, and when she accepted me I turned her into my vessel."

"Zal here has a unique sense of humor that Gabriel recognized. She was our garrison's top medic. Thing is though that she takes the deaths of children very seriously. What happened in Silent Hill really set her off."

"Has it happened before?"

"Only a few times. Once in Salem when some idiot was growing hallucinogenic mushrooms and a few local girls mistakenly ate them, setting off the Witch Trials and again when the Nazis started killing children. Gabriel ran into her during that one," said Arael.

"He tricked me into thinking he was Loki. None of the other gods there wanted to get near me, but he was fine with joining in on my darker pranks. I should have known he was Gabriel when he started helping rather than leaving," said Zal sourly.

How in Heaven had she managed to miss that obvious sign of who he was? Looking back on it she felt like smacking herself for missing the signs of who he really was... Gabriel had been the one to slowly adjust her pranks after all.

Suddenly Dean's phone went off. He heard a woman asking for help, though the number was Chuck's.

He still wasn't happy about the prophet writing about them, but the man had kept his word about not mentioning Arael in Dean until after she decided to quit hiding.

Much to their mortification, Chuck had restarted the series. Arael found it hilarious to read the books, mostly because Chuck edited a few things out and had the entire set.

So naturally they were all confused why a girl who sounded disturbingly familiar was calling Dean.

"Oh...my...Father..." said Arael as she took a good long look at the row of Impalas (some only barely maintained) and the group of Dean and Sam Winchester doubles. She couldn't maintain her amusement anymore than Zal could, as they both doubled over laughing their asses off.

It was a fan convention!

"Laugh it up, feather brains," said Dean grumpily.

Seeing a man with name tags nearby, Arael quickly scrawled four names for them to use. Dean was not seeing the humor in what she had put down.

Dean- Rider's Vessel

Sam- Research Monkey

Arael- Misplaced Angel

Betzalel- Innocent Bystander

"You suck, you know that?" said Dean.

"You know you love me," said Arael, giving him a kiss. She saw the woman who called and smirked.

Becky was one of those Wincest fans that amused her so much, because really, the idea of Dean and Sam doing that was so wrong that it was hilarious. Gabriel and the brothers didn't find it nearly as amusing, though thankfully they were unaware of the many sites now dedicated to the pairing.

Sites that she read whenever she needed a fast laugh.

"What are you doing here? And who're they?" hissed Chuck.

Arael sniggered, before she told him.

"Becky had the bright idea of calling us. She tried to make it sound like she was in trouble. The only reason we came is because she used your phone to do it."

Chuck gave her an odd look.

"Who are you?"

"Call me Arael. This is my younger sister Beth. Dean's my boyfriend," said Arael flatly. She knew Chuck's true nature, so she saw no need to lie. And staking her claim now would keep Becky off Dean later.

The newly named 'Beth' looked annoyed but was glad that Arael hadn't used her pet name for her instead. The only ones that called her Zal were Dean, Arael and Gabriel. At least now they had a human name for her to go by.

"Becky, why did you take the phone?"

"Because I thought they would be thrilled to see this!" said Becky chipperly.

"But the only one of us who likes that stupid series is Arael!" said Dean.

Arael sniggered.

"Oh it gets better. Tell me, when are you planning to update that Wincest fic of yours?" she asked Becky.

Becky perked up.

"You're a fan?"

"Mostly because the idea of Wincest makes me laugh my ass off. I am Dean's girlfriend after all, and your work is surprisingly well written compared to the pure smut crap that can't even spell properly half the time," said Arael.

"What is Wincest?" asked Dean, looking rather ill as he tried to imagine the definition.

"Winchester Incest," supplied Zal.

Dean and Sam looked like they were going to be sick. Arael and Betzalel looked more like they were going to laugh again.

"Oh god, why?" asked Sam horrified.

"Um, have you read the books? I'm fairly sure that some of the 'Winchesters' here are actually gay couples," said Arael.

"From what I've heard about you two from the grapevine, you two were close in an unhealthy way. It's only natural people would assume incest, especially since Dean is a former man-whore," said Betzalel flatly.

"I need a drink. Where's the bar?" asked Dean.

"Down the hall and to the left," supplied Chuck.

"Don't forget to show up at the forum!" Becky called at them.

Arael had an evil idea, one born of years spent as Gabriel's second-in-command. She sidled up to Chuck and asked him to tweak his story of how he came up with the series.

Sam and Dean were going to be pissed, but that was just icing on the cake for when Gabriel, Bobby and the Harvelles found out about this. Betzalel, when told of her plan, was trying not to laugh evilly as she went to get her camcorder.

This was going to be hilarious.

It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion. The horror show that just wouldn't stop, all while the two angels were laughing at them both.

Sam and Dean had been dragged on stage by a very overenthusiastic Becky when Chuck gave his altered origin of the Supernatural series courtesy of an amused Arael. Originally he was going to claim that he had come up with the brothers out of divine inspiration, but instead Arael convinced him to say that he ran into the Winchesters one night while camping and they shared their stories on hunting with an amusing twist on the hunts they took part in with their father.

Which meant Chuck had to drag them up on the stage while Betzalel recorded the entire thing.

Bobby was going to bust a gut laughing when he saw this. And Ellen was never going to let them live this down.

Hearing the questions like why they didn't put their guns on bungee cords, Arael had a good laugh at the pained expression on Dean's face.

'I will get you back for this, you understand?' said Dean through their shared link.

"You can try...and I will distract you like always," replied Arael smugly.

Dean had a sudden inspiration, and hissed at Chuck to mention Arael's appearance in the next books. Betzalel looked more than a bit smug as the seraph was literally dragged up to the stage by her boyfriend.

Arael did slip into the back long enough to manifest a fake pair of wings, which were little more than a more tolerable form of her real ones.

Chuck had someone take a good picture of them so he could use it as the cover of the next book, when Dean and Arael came out of hell. Needless to say Arael was thrilled she was going to be on the books.

"That was pure hell," said Dean. He was downing scotch like no tomorrow, and Arael was having fun with her wings being out.

Betzalel had hers out too, mostly out of boredom. Unlike the ethereal blue of Arael, hers were a dark ashy gray. There were also only two, instead of the four on Arael's back.

Dean was so out of it that he almost didn't react to the screams. Arael stopped the two before they ran right into one of Becky's bright ideas.

"Relax, it's just LARPing," said Arael.

"What in the pit is a LARP?" asked Zal.

"Live Action Role Play. Kinda like those nerds who dress up in medieval outfits to pretend they're back in King Arthur's time," explained Arael.

Dean winced at the thought of people actually acting out their hunts with no idea what the hell they were doing.

"On the plus side, so long as you guys don't get too drunk I might be able to send you on a hunt while we're here," said Arael.

"What?"

"There are children's souls here. Four of them and one adult," spoke up Zal.

"How can... Right, you're practically a guardian angel of children," said Sam. Zal nodded.

Betzalel was so sensitive to children's souls that Gabriel taught her new ways to punish anyone who hurt them. She liked children...they were never as afraid of her as adults were.

Zal looked up, having sensed one of the children stirring. She slipped away to go look for it to see what happened. She hated it when children were stuck on the mortal plains after death.

It took her five minutes to find it, and what she saw appalled her.

"Hello little one. Did your mother do this, or was it someone else?" she asked gently.

The child had been scalped before his death, and something had to be keeping him there.

"Mommy tried to stop them, but they killed me...then she went mad and killed them. She keeps them from leaving, but I can't leave until they do," said the spirit.

Betzalel had overheard the story of the place. A woman who ran an orphanage several years ago went insane and killed the children...but if her son had been killed first it would explain a lot.

"Would you like me to set you and your mother free?"

The innocent soul nodded. Right, time to go looking for the woman and hopefully the murderous children.

Dean and Sam were out in the graveyard with shovels and a really cheap tequila. It had taken them fifteen minutes to find the place without the map, and both were more than a little buzzed.

Since Betzalel had informed them that it was the three children she had murdered, not the mother or her son who needed to be dealt with, they were digging up their graves first. The two angels were on lookout duty.

A quick salt and burn later, and the brothers went back to the hotel to find a room to stay in while they slept off the liquor.

Only to find that the mother and son hadn't moved on.

Someone wasn't letting the mother through heaven's gates, and Betzalel wanted to know why.

The angel stared down St. Peter himself, with the ghosts behind her.

"They cannot pass. The woman killed three children, and you know we don't let murderers like that in."

"Those weren't children you idiot, they were demon possessed. I saw the marking on their souls myself, and she only did it out of grief for what they had done to her son," said Betzalel irritably.

St. Peter blinked, before he looked into the past and observed the souls in question. When he saw the incident, he immediately stepped away from the gates.

"It appears you were right. There was supernatural involvement...one of them was a changeling brat and the woman killed it before it went on a rampage. They may pass."

Betzalel nodded, before she went back down to earth.