Author Note: I own nothing at all. Characters belong to the Supernatural Team.

And so, the Angels had Fallen; ripped from their home and abandoned on Earth thanks to the human loving Castiel and the mysterious scribe Metatron.

Most Angels were unaware that their downfall was thanks to these two, or at what this had cost Castiel. For his Grace had been stolen completely by his supposed assistant Metatron, a fate which no Angel had ever had to endure.

Yet not even Metatron understood what he had done.

It had been so long since Metatron had heard and scribed the Word of God that he had not truly reflected upon what he had written. He understood completely that the spell he was performing would seal Heaven from the Angels on Earth, sendong all but the caster to Earth.

What Metatron did not understand was that the spell specifically claimed that all Angels, excluding the caster, would be sent to live on Earth.

All Angels...

A bar in the south of Texas shuddered with light as a brown haired man materialized in the middle of it. He clutched at his wound, wondering how he had survived his brother's blow. His mouth quirked into a lopsided smirk when he discovered that he had no wound.

Somewhere in Washington a car screeched to a halt as a suburban street lit up in a blaze of white light. As the light died, a woman with long red hair stood cautiously in the middle of the road. She was relieved to see that she was alone, sure that her brother had wanted to kill her, not merely send her away.

Stull Cemetary, in Kansas, was surrounded by an explosion of light. A blaze of white light raced across the sky, looking for the nearest, willing vessel. In its wake, a young man with brown hair crawled out of the dirt. He looked wild, unkempt, like he has spent years fighting for his life.

"I'll find you, brother!" The unkept man yelled into the darkness. "You can not hide forever."

There were many other flashes of light all over the world. These explosions, coupled with the stars falling from the skies, were too much for the human population not to notice.

But they were not yet ready to believe that Angels walked amongst them.

Metatron strode through the memories of Heaven, content to hear their stories and spend eternity alone. Without his knowledge of the Word of God, he believed his brothers could never return for their revenge. Instead they would have to sort their problems out on Earth.

If they still wanted the apocalypse, they would have to do so knowing that they would suffer the same fate as the humans on Earth: utter desolation.

Metatron was unaware of how quickly the Prophet Kevin had learnt to read the Word. Within a year he could have a full translation of the Angel Tablet ready, and months later the Angels could return to Heaven.

It would work quicker if Kevin had help.

The being known as Chuck smiled as he appeared before Kevin Tran. "I'm here to help," he smiled. "Let's get to work."