So this is sort of a remake of a previous story of mine! Might be in canon for season 8/9, but knowing most of my stories its probably not.

Hope you enjoy it anyway.

It was a horrid sight, something so frightening that it made Castiel want to look away from it, but he found himself stuck to the spot. Watching as his siblings, younger and older, all fell from Heaven.

He was only trying to help.

Metatron had told him that what he was doing would help them all, would save their family, would fix everything. And Castiel was ashamed to say that he fell for his tricks, he'd believed in his brothers lies.

And look at where that had gotten them all.

Dean tried to make Sam as comfortable as possible, despite everything else.

Sam's eyes left his big brothers face and moved toward the sky, and they widened. It was hard to talk, harder then it had been only days ago, but somehow Sam had managed to cough out a word (mixed with some blood too) and slowly Dean looked away from his brother and up towards the sky, at whatever had his brother drawn to it.

And Dean's eyes widened almost as wide as Sam's.

This wasn't right, none of that was right.

"The angels...They're falling"

Both hunters, even though they hated the angels with a passion, watched in horror as they fell from Heaven and down towards the Earth.

As they all burned.

Castiel found his eyes drawn too and attached to one falling star for some reason.

It took him a moment to realize that he was so focused on this brother or sister was because they were coming right at him. They were close enough taht he could almost hear their screams.

Wails of fear. And wails of agony.

He could almost see and smell the burning of their wings, their robes, their person.

Castiel watched as who ever it was sailed right over his head and as it came closer and closer to Earths surface, as the threat of impact came closer and closer. Slowly, he closed his eyes, wanting to make the moment a silence filled one as they surely would parish. He opened his eyes just in time to see that large flash of light that accompanied an angels landing on Earth.

The wind fanned out and for a brief moment there was hurricane force winds in Indiana.

But as fast as they had started, they stopped, and all was silent.

His feet started moving as if they had a mind of their own. Castiel needed to make sure that they were ok, whoever they were. He had been the cause of their agony, of their fall, and the least he could do was make sure that they lived. And if they had that they were protected until they could protect themselves.

Castiel came into a clearing, despite the earth shattering sight of his brethern falling, the moon was large and bright and the clearing he found himself in was illuminated very nicely. Who ever it had been had come to a stop floating in a small lake, flames licking the surrounding wildlife. Castiel waded out, not even thinking about his shoes or his clothing at this point, nor the fact that it was early winter or close to it any way.

His main concern was getting to the being floating out there, face down, and not moving.

He finally made it to their side and gently turned them over. Their eyes were closed, but going from the color hair and the robes they wore, he already knew their color. Gently he guided his hands under the younger angels armpits and pulled him towards the shore. Once they were on semi dry land Castiel removed his trench coat, whatever good it would do with it being half wet, and wrapped it securely around the younger angels shoulders.

With him wrapped snug inside of his coat, Castiel bent over and picked the child up, minding his barefeet, and carried him towards the road. The only sign that he was living was the puff of air coming from his mouth every time he exhaled. As he walked, he let his mind wander, if this turned out to e who he thought it was then they could finally have a fighting chance in this war.

And whoever had let him fall with the others would come looking for him; fore if his thoughts served him right, and he was who Castiel thought he was, then Metatron had seriously made a large mistake.

And it was a mistake that would cost them this entire escapade.

Castiel walked for miles until he came to a town, with hotels, and motels; Stores and Restaurants.

He carried his brother the entire time, and when he looked down at him to see any progress, he was saddened (and concerned) to see that he had yet to wake up.

Castiel stopped at one of the cheaper looking motels on the outer-skirts of the town. Requested a room for himself and his brother, ignoring the strange looks that the desk clerk sent his way. He was handed the key and pointed in the general direction of his room, and Castiel turned on his heel and walked away in that direction.

Softly setting the younger angel down on the bed, Castiel removed his coat and covered him in blankets. He would have removed him from the cold wet clothing he wore, but he only had what he was wearing at the moment and he was still to weakened to help in any actual way. So he resorted to stripping the other bed of all its blankets and collecting the towels and wrapping them around his brother like a giant soft cocoon.

When he was sure that his brother would be comfortable, Castiel sat on the other bed and fished the cell phone he carried with him out his coat pocket and flipped it open, moving it away as water fell from the small device and dripped down on the floor.

Completely ruined.

He slammed it down on the small stand in between the two bed in the room. His eyes shot over to his brother, to see if the loud noise had roused him, but once again his hopes fell short. He reached over and grabbed hte used and well-worn moetl room phone and dialed Dean's number.

It took a few rings for the hunter to answer.

"Hello?"

"Dean"

There was a pause, before,

"Cas? That you?"

"Yes, it is me Dean. The angels are falling"

Another pause.

"I can see that klepto! Where the hell were you! Sammy's dying man and you need to get your ass over here and fix him"

Castiel managed to spare a look over at his younger brothers still form.

"I can not do that Dean"

A pause before the next response, and if Castiel wasn't mistaken, Dean sounded angry at his response.

"What the hell do you mean you can't! Sam's dying Cas, you need to come and fix up"

"Dean I am not strong enough to-"

There was dial tone.

Castiel found that he could not sleep. He had never needed to so it didn't come naturally.

He was still confused as to why Sam was dying and why Dean was so mad at him.

His hopes were answered for his younger brother, who had started to stir a little over five minutes ago. It took a moment, but soon Castiel was looking into the purple violet eyes that only belonged to one person and one person alone.

"Micah"

"Castiel"

Micah slowly tried to sit up, grimaced at the pain that shot through his body at the action, and slowly lowered himself back into the bed.

"Brother, do you know what has happened? Why we all fell?"

Castiel looked down, but inevitably found himself telling Micah everything. As with Micah, everyone tended to do such things. It was just a natural thing to do. Micah was a very compassionate and understanding angel. And he rarely got angered, which is what made him the prime person for the other angels to come and admit their guilt's to.

But when Micah did get angered, he was like a Hurricane, brutal and ruthless.

"You were tricked Castiel, do not forget that, Metatron had wronged you in a way that no angel should ever be wronged. He has wronged us all, but his time will come, he will pay his penance do not fret."

And then, Micah got small, his voice choked as the pain he was feeling rocked him and for the first time in a long while, Micah acted his true age.

"Cas, where is Mikey? Gabe? Heck even Raph? Cas it hurts, I want Mikey"

Castiel stood from his position on the bed and made his way to his brothers side. Gently he pushed Micah back down onto the bed and laid his palm flat on the younger angels forehead. He found himself trying to sooth his younger brother, and in his weakened state, trying to take most of his pain, because he was unable to tell him where their older brothers were.

That Gabriel was dead, as was Raphael.

And that Michael was in the cage, with Lucifer.

But for some reason, as he watched his brother succumb to his injuries and his extremely weakened state, he felt as if Micah already knew that.

Dean showed up around eleven the next morning. He didn't get out of the car, simply honked the horn and waited out in the parking lot for Castiel to come out and get in.

Imagine his surprise when he comes out carry a young boy in his arms.

Said young boy completely out for the count. As soon as Castiel was seated in the back with the kids head in his lap, Dean spun on him, accusation shining bright in his dark eyes.

"Where the hell did you get a kid"

"This is Micah, my younger brother"

Dean looked even more angry if that was possible.

"So who's body he steal?"

Castiel shook his head, his arms wrapping around Micah protectively.

"Nobody, he is simply Micah. He is still a fledgling and so he has no need for a vessel"

"So I'm basically looking at a baby angel right now"

"Yes"

Dean nodded and turned back around, satisfied for the moment at least. He put the car in gear and drove off. Calling over his shoulder that they were heading to Bobby's. When he got no response, and looked in the mirror to see why, a ghost of a smirk flickered across his face.

Castiel had fallen asleep, clutching his younger brother to his chest.

Micah woke again around seven that night.

He was more well rested and restless. He did not want to be confined to this bed any longer, and swung his feet rather shakily over the side of the bed and pushed himself up and walked towards the door.

He only stumbled twice.

He did not know where he was, and the carpet was soft on his bare bandaged feet, but he wandered down the hall anyway. Curiosity killed the cat, after all. He came to a door that was still slightly opened ajar and peaked in. His violet eyes locked onto the figure on the bed and before he knew it he found himself walking into and across the room towards them.

He looked vaguely familiar, but Micah couldn't place his finger on where he'd seen this particular human before. Hesitantly, he reached a hand out and placed it on the mans forehead, at the same time that the sound of a gun cocking sounded from behind him.

"Cas, can we trust him?"

Castiel looked over at Dean sharply, angered that Dean would ever think badly of Micah. Caught off guard at having the angels glare aimed at him, the hunter shut him mouth, but never withdrew his question.

"Of course Micah can be trusted. He was the one who sat at Father's feet."

Bobby had left at hearing the angels name, claiming to have heard of him but wanting to make sure his source and information was correct. Dean didn't trust angels (other then Castiel of course, sometimes) as far as he could throw them.

"What does that have to do with anything? So did you older douche-hole brothers, in case you forgot"

Castiel nodded, that he had not forgotten them.

"Yes, Dean I know that, but Micah is different"

"Listen to him boy, he'e telling you the truth if what I've heard is correct"

Both angel and hunter turned to look at Bobby startled. They had been so locked into their argument over the trust that Cas placed in Micah, that they had not even heard him come in the room. Dean relented and motioned for Castiel to either prove Bobby right, or prove him wrong and watch as Dean roasted the mother-trucker where he slept.

"Micah sat at Father's feet, because he is the angel of His Divine Plan. Everything that is meant to happen, happens because of Micah. He is the weapon that could turn the tides of this war to our advantage"

"What? That kid? He looks like a school girl could beat him up with one hand behind her back"

"Do not let his appearance fool you Dean, Micah is a powerful piece to obtain"

"Why?"

For the first time in a few minutes, Castiel looked up, and smiled.

"He has the archangels, all four, wrapped around his pinky finger"

Micah ignored the gun for a moment. Focusing on what he was doing.

"Metatron made a mistake letting you slip past his fingers."

Micah ignored him in favor for finishing what he had started. A warm glow floated around Sam's body, and the angel behind him watched momentarily entranced as His power healed the younger Winchester. But soon he was back to normal.

"You are coming with me"

Micah closed his eyes for a moment, but remained with his back facing his brother, "No brother, I do not think I am"

The older angel snarled at Micah's challenge and utter disrespect for his betters, and the gun fired.

From down stairs, Dean and Castiel and Bobby all heard the gun shot and looked up in its direction. Momentarily shocked, but seen they fell into action. Bobby was moving, to get weapons for them. Dean already had a gun in his hand was running up the stairs, the shot came from the direction of Sam's room (and he still didn't trust Micah) Castiel was right on his heels, his younger brother Micah was up there and utterly powerless.

Dean stopped in the doorway though, and inevitably Castiel had to stop with him. Sam was alright, alive and healing rather quickly. Micah's eyes were darkened with anger (which made Castiel's widened in shock) as he held the angel that had attacked him by the throat, despite age and height differences.

"You dare try and change his plans. Go back, and give Metatron a message for me, tell him that we are coming, and he will pay"

The angel in his grasp began to scream and flicker before disappearing all together. Micah's eyes returned to their normal violet color and he fell forward, worn out from expelling the other angel from Earth. Castiel ran in at the same moment as Dean did, to catch his younger brother before he hit the floor. Dean was at Sam's side in mere seconds, glaring at Micah in a way that made Castiel want to protect him.

"What did he do to him"

They were interrupted by a low moan coming from Sam, and by the rapid color returning to the hunters face. Castiel looked between the two.

"I do believe that Micah had healed Sam"

Dean found himself with a new sort of respect for the angel.

Weeks went passed and everyday Sam got stronger and stronger. He was almost ready to walk down the stairs again (having woken up three weeks ago) but Micah had yet to wake for himself.

It was almost running on a month when Castiel had finally come to the hunters, in a worried panic.

"He is too weak, if I do not get him help soon he will die"

Sam (and Dean) would feel bad if the one who saved his life died for doing just that.

"What can we do?"

Castiel shook his head, "It's not what we can do for him, its what they can do for him"

"Who?"

"The Archangels; Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, and Gabriel. As far as I know they are the only ones who can help him now"

Soo? Whatch think? Are the archangels going to return? How will the react to seeing Micah? To his condition? How will Micah react to seeing them? Will Metatron get whats been coming to him? Should I continue?