"I'm sorry, Dean", I called painfully, before I collected all my strength, and threw myself at Michael, making him lose his balance and fall.

I looked up in the sky and smiled sadly.

And then everything went dark.

The fall from the Earth down into the Cage was much longer than I had expected, what must have been ten seconds in the physical world felt like half an hour, give or take. Could I never stop falling? Who'd decided to make the trip down to Hell's deepest and darkest place so damn long?

If I could have flown here, I would have, definitely, but I couldn't move a single muscle, it felt almost like I was stuck in my own vessel.

Where were my brothers, all of them? Did they see the same compact darkness I could see in front of my eyes? Were my celestial brothers still using my human brothers as vessels, or could they even leave if they wanted? Or did they feel as trapped as I felt?

The actual hit hurt much less than I had expected, since I was still not being used to having my full power back, so instead of an impact that would definitely have turned the human version of me into a bloody pulp— I only got some small bruises, that healed instantly.

But the second I rose up, I realized the fact that the infamous Cage my brother had been imprisoned in, actually wasn't only a cage, more like a small desert inside a large cage that hung in chains, just like the ones I had once been hanging from, at least before I had met Alistair. After him, I definitely would have chosen the meat hooks again.

The smell of burnt flesh and sulfur hung in the air as I felt fat drops of salty blood fall in my face.

"No!"

I turned around to find Michael watch the Cage with horror written all over his face.

"No, no, no, it wasn't supposed to end like this, I shouldn't be here!" he exclaimed as he looked like he was close to a breakdown.

I had never seen my oldest brother panic before, ever. A part of me told me to mind my own business, that I couldn't help him with coping the fact that we were in the Cage (partly because I still tried to process that myself) but the other side of me protested and argued with the fact that Michael was my brother, and he definitely needed help, even if he almost had brought on the Apocalypse down on Earth and basically both Heaven and Hell.

"Michael please, you need to calm down", I told him and tried to sound calm when doing so, being stressed myself would not make him feel better.

My oldest brother looked up at me, and his look was not pleasant at all.

"You did this! It's your fault I'm here! How could you?" he demanded furiously as he basically walked out of Adam's body and manifested his own, which was disturbingly my father's younger self, John Winchester.

At least it he hadn't chosen to take on Dean's appearance.

"How could you do this to me!" he screamed at me as he took a hold of my neck and lifted me up, just as Adam fell down after hosting the most powerful Archangel.

"You were going to kill everyone!" I hissed and tried to ignore his physical appearance.

Michael, not Dad, not John, only my big brother Michael, no one else.

"I wasn't supposed to be here!" he shouted at me while burying his fingers deeper down into the skin of my throat, making me growl lowly.

"Neither were I", I reminded him and struggled against his grip, but since he was the strongest and oldest of us, I failed.

It was almost like when I had been human and been strangled by Sam, my brothers were strong for humans..

"It's not the same, Jophiel", he snapped but began to loosen his grip, much to my relief.

"Isn't it?" I questioned as I felt myself slip back into Enochian, which felt much comfortable to speak than English.

The transition felt so natural and so smooth that I couldn't pinpoint when I had begun to speak Enochian. It simply came out.

"Do you really think He wanted His greatest creation to suffer under obedience, the lack of Free Will? Brother, I'm basically doing what He asked us to do, love humanity. But I didn't do it because He asked us. Humanity is beautiful and far more better than us."

Michael watched me silently, his eyes burning, literally.

"Oh, Jophiel, the humans really got into your brain, haven't they?"

Both Michael and I turned to find Lucifer watch us amused as he'd chosen to take on the shape of Nick, his former vessel.

"Came to join the party, throat grabbing, nice", he stated and grinned at us, making Michael drop me.

"Where's Sam?" I questioned, knowing that my brother had already abandoned Sam's body, probably ever since we'd hit the ground.

"Somewhere there, I think", Lucifer replied and waved lazily behind his back, where I could see a body lying on the ground.

"He's fine, for now. But when I'm done with that sack of blood, you won't even recognize him as anything."

I growled warningly before I stalked over to Sam and squatted down. He was breathing, and his body was still intact, for now. That was better than being a vessel-less soul with my brothers.

"Sammy", I whispered softly and stroke his hair softly before I touched his forehead carefully.

With a husky withdrawn of air, Sam opened his eyes and watched his surroundings horrified as he struggled to get up on his feet.

"You weren't supposed to come here too", he breathed out as I helped him up while mending the parts of his body that had been damaged by the hit that Lucifer hadn't even bothered to heal.

I gently placed my hand on his cheek as I smiled wistfully at my big brother.

"Michael was going to pull you up, I had no choice", I whispered and threw a glance at my other brothers, who were watching each other, almost like they could set the other on fire if they stared intently enough on each other.

"You and Adam have to stay away from us. Who knows what Michael and Lucifer will do to you?"

Sam widened his eyes slightly and watched me concerned.

"Abby, what about you? You're the reason why Michael is even down here", he reminded me, which I grimly smirked over.

"Don't worry about me, just get away from here, this Cage is maybe not huge, but it's big enough to run in. Please go."

I turned my back from him and joined my angelic brothers, who still hadn't moved an inch.

"You're going to stand there for the rest of eternity?" I questioned dryly.

Michael snarled lowly down in his throat as he focused his eyes on me.

"I wouldn't have been here if it hadn't been for you", he growled and took a step towards me.

"You knew from the very beginning what was going to happen, and yet you decided the foil our Father's plans, just like when you decided to leave Heaven just because you wanted to!"

A laugh bubbled up my throat as Michael watched me furiously while Lucifer looked at me rather entertained. I myself couldn't understand why I found it so funny, it wasn't even humorous.

"My dear brother, if I hadn't chosen to fall, things would still not been like you'd wanted it to be, not when you put another piece in the game", I replied and chuckled.

"Think; with me not being born into the mortal world, Abigail Winchester would still exist, and probably be like I had been before I had gotten my memories back, but now an empty vessel that I was supposed to inhabit. And it would still have been a pain in the ass to get her to say yes to me. So technically, Abigail and Jophiel becoming one was basically the best choice for everyone— including myself."

"You've got brains, sis", Lucifer admitted and smirked pleased.

"Unlike you brother. Being obedient is so dull."

Michael set his now flaming eyes on Lucifer, before the most unsurprising thing happened; he punched him in the face. Even though I had predicted that it would happen sooner or later, I still flinched at the sound. But Lucifer only laughed at our older brother.

"You're really blaming me for all of this, aren't you?" he mused and laughed louder, which seemed to only drive Michael more angry.

"Both of you have failed Him, why did you have to ruin it for me too?" he screamed and threw another punch at him as his visage as John Winchester began to crack, literally.

His face and his hands were filled with cracks of Grace as more and more of the skin simply dissolved into light. It had been ages since I had seen my brother's true visage without any disturbances of a vessel, the mere sight of him made me widen my eyes.

His wings were basically flames made alive while his body was both fire and Grace personified in a way a human never would have been able to describe it. We were too horrifying and beautiful beyond a normal human's perception, which was why a few human souls could see us as true angels, even in Heaven.

"You know, it wasn't me who pushed you down into this Pit, you know", Lucifer stated as he also began to morph into his true self.

If Michael had been fire, then Lucifer was ice and light. Light that shone through ice in different colors, almost looking like every precious gem in the whole world.

"Remember, I was about to fight you, when Jophiel appeared. And then, she pushed you down here. So… Whose fault is it really?"

Usually, Michael was quite composed, didn't lose his temper easily and always was in control. But now, the desperation and frustration, and failing Dad and getting locked up in the Cage seemed to have burned away his rationality. He was like a bull that you could manipulate to do your bidding, if you knew the right words. And Lucifer was a master manipulator and talker.

"Michael, please, don't", I whispered and took a step back, I didn't want to fight my brother.

Even if I had wanted, both of us already knew who'd win.

As Michael was too focused on me to notice anything else, Lucifer watched me with some regret showing in his eyes, before he turned and began to head for Sam.

I immediately realized why he'd done what he'd done, he'd just wanted to get Michael out of the way as he himself would torture Sam for winning over him.

"When I'm done with that sack of blood, you won't even recognize him as anything."

No, no, no, Sammy. I had to get to Sam!

"Please, Michael", I begged as I tried to run for Sam, but instead, Michael shot a blow so strong he simply blasted me out of my vessel.

I took a wistful look at my vessel that was scorched beyond recognition before I shot away in the sky, still trying to make it to my brother, but it simply ended with Michael hitting me with the force of a comet, which was basically what we must've looked like up in the sky.

I quickly recovered before feeling something inside me, anger, frustration. Why was he attacking me? I had just done the right thing, the very right thing, and I was just trying trying to get Sam. Lucifer had been the one who'd wanted to screw up everything, him, not me.

Instead of continuing to make a run to Sam, which I knew I wouldn't be able to, I simply charged at my oldest brother, before we both seemed to be stuck in an endless loop of attacking each other.

A part of me, the part of me that was his sister, screamed in terror every time we collided, sending out shockwaves that blew down the spiky mountains, making them crumble into rusty dust. The other part of me, the soldier and rage over everything that had happened, simply roared after blood and urged me to continue this fight, even though it was pointless, you couldn't die in the Cage, or else Lucifer would probably have killed himself eons ago.

I should have been aware of the time, since being an Archangel made you slightly omniscient— but I wasn't, not as I was knocked down from the sky by my brother and hit the stones with such force that I created a enormous crater in the ground. We'd fought in one week, at least in Earth time. And one week on Earth equaled around 2.5 years. I had abandoned my brother to Lucifer for a slap fight that didn't give me anything but anger and pain. What the hell had I done?

The devouring fury and rage I had felt for years disappeared in an instant, just as Michael landed in front of me.

"That's what it does to oneself", I mumbled and rose up from the pebbles around me.

Michael nodded slowly, he himself taking on the appearance of young John before walking away from me,

I cast a glance at my vessel, which had basically become a pile of charred bones and burnt fabric. Who would Sam trust the most after being tortured by Lucifer the fallen angel: Jophiel or Abigail? The answer was easy.

I immediately set to work and began to heal the vessel before slowly slipping into my old skin, which felt strange after existing as a incorporeal celestial being as I had fought my brother.

What the hell had I been doing?

A loud scream cut through the air, making me set off towards the source where I knew Lucifer and Sam would be, perhaps even Adam.

What I saw in front of me, was so gruesome and terrible, that I would have retched if I had been human. Sam was hanging in meat hooks that were attached into nothing, where most of his body was outside his body. If I would have compared Alastair to this; Alastair would have been child's play.

"Hanging there, Sam?" I could hear Lucifer ask him almost bored.

I immediately sent Lucifer away from my brother before I ripped off the chains from his body. Sam barely groaned as I removed the hooks from his flesh, much to my distress. I put him down on the ground gently with my arms wrapped around him, along with my wings, creating a large shield against the outside.

"I'm sorry, Sammy", I whispered and touched his forehead with my finger carefully as I began to mend the catastrophe Lucifer had done to him.

Hopefully, it only was physically, healing a soul was much harder, but it could be done, if I could be careful enough.

"I thought you'd died", he mumbled as his wounds that had once been nothing, began to close.

I smiled at him sorrowfully, he didn't know. He didn't realize what I had been doing, none of it. And I wanted to keep it like that, because I knew what would happen otherwise, he wouldn't trust me. But would he trust me when he then would realize that I had actually been fighting against my oldest brother for no reason but rage?

"I'm so sorry, Sam", I mumbled when tears forming in my eyes before I begun to tell why I hadn't come earlier.

I had hoped for anger, that feeling had been much easier to deal with. But instead, all I could see was disappointment and hurt.

"No, of course", he mumbled.

"I understand, Abby. After everything, Lilith, Ruby, the demon blood. I get it. I deserved it."

A large lump formed in my stomach as I tried to swallow down the tightness in my throat. The Cage was doing this to him, Sam didn't mean any of what he said, or did he? Perhaps the thing only magnified your own thoughts and feeling, but never actually creating any new?

"No, you don't, you don't deserve to come down here!" I protested.

"If there had been another way, I'd have chosen it. And so would've Dean."

"Sorry to interrupt", Lucifer interrupted as he appeared some feet from us.

"No, brother, please", I pleaded and hardened my grip around Sam.

"It's not his fault. You said it yourself, it was I who pushed all of us down here."

Lucifer shrugged slightly while he watched Sam in an eerie way.

"I told you, I'd never punish you", he stated, his voice softening slightly.

"But Sam here, well, I never lie, but I never said anything about not hurting Sam. Sorry, sis."

With that, he raised his hand and twisted it slightly.

"NO!" I screamed as Sam's neck broke and he slumped down on the ground like a sack of blood and bones.

I quickly began to mend the damage on his body, which would have been easier if not for Lucifer who'd begun to mangle Sam a few feet away from me.

"Please, stop!" I cried out before I left Sam's body lying in the dust as I rose up to save my brother from my brother's wrath.

What I wanted was to blast Lucifer away from Sam, but to do that, the chance of hurting Sam was high. Instead, I simply threw myself at him and began to act as a living wall between them, which hurt more than it sounded like. Not that Lucifer was hurting me on purpose, more like I got in the way every time he tried to attack Sam.

"Sam, get to your body, I'll fix this!" I exclaimed and managed to send Lucifer away with a hurl of energy before I turned to get to Sam, as I found nothing on the rocky ground.

Sam's body was gone.

A/N: Man, feels good to get back into this. Please tell me what you thought and feedback is always something good!