Immediately Samandriel stepped forward. "He is not one of us," the Angel growled. His voice was low and serious. The Aiveon could not remember a time his vessel looked so furious. Immediately Castiel's stormy eyes narrowed, the joy from the reunion short lived. "Aziraphale is a traitor." That would explain it. "... I had forgotten," the cat admitted sheepishly. "You may not remember him, Castiel, but you must believe me-- Keeping him or the Demon around would be a grave mistake." Samandriel had never let him down before, the Umbreon had yet to prove anything but a perfect Angel, a brother he could trust, and there was no hesitation as Castiel bowed his head in response. "I agree," he stated in a low tone, turning his fierce glare to the pair. "Why do you have a demon with you, Aziraphale?" he demanded.
"Angels are horrible ones for the infighting aren't they? I'm sure you remember how that ends..."The Phanteon added in, earning a sharp gaze from the Aiveon. "You're not welcome here either," he repeated. Behind him, the Angel's dual wings flared, flicking upwards and giving a threatening appearance. "Samandriel, stay by my side," he commanded, not taking his eyes off of the three before him. If need be, he would take them all on in a fight, but that would be suicidal, and it would leave Samandriel alone to their mercy. For the time being, he bared his teeth and hissed.
"Oh yes, can't seem to get their heads around simply being respectful to each other." The lowly Gengar added, but Aziraphale attempted to blind the Angel's judgement. "I am still the Angel of the Eastern Gate. Samandriel, look around. This is the end of days and there's plenty of Apocalypse to go around. I will ride the skies ... but... not... yet." Castiel drew himself up taller, keeping the battle stance. "You gave up your title when you betrayed us," he shot back. The Phanteon butt in again dryly. "I'm here to kick ass and chew bubble gum. I haven't found any bubblegum yet. As for names Serpent of Eden will do. Or Tempter. That's what they tend to call me." Castiel's gaze flickered from the other to the Phanteon. He considered asking what 'bubblegum' was, but quickly decided it was not the right time. I will remember for later.
"In case you were wondering... Me and Az are defectors from this lot's war on the grounds that its stupid. That puts us on both Heaven and Hell's Shit List." Shit list? "I believe the term is Hit List," Aziraphale corrected him, earning a shrug from the Phanteon. "Whatever angel. Just setting the record as straight as I can for a tricksy demon of lies." His sharp gaze lessened. "At least you can accept what you are," he remarked, genuinely impressed.
Crowley, though, came closer, and the Aiveon flared his wings again, purposely turning to body block the Gengar from the Umbreon. "What do you want?" He barked. "Cas - Can I call you Cas?
"I'm gonna call you Cas - There isn't much of a choice here. We kind of have to work together here. As much as I love you Angels and you despise us Demons, I suggest we try to strike at least some sort of bargain here."
"Those two thick heads have no idea what's going on here, but they'll be decent allies." Castiel glared at him. "Ari and Fat Ass are capable."
"Well, one of them will be at least. The fat fuck I'm not so sure about."
The Aiveon tilted his head slightly. "What does weight have to do with--?" Interrupted before he could finish, Castiel blinked before composing himself. "We do not need your aid," he growled.
[ ooc: someone please interrupt him, just like say his name or hit him or something XD ]