So, this story is basically the history of Castiel, starting from (almost) the beginning. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading! Reviews are always greatly appreciated! : )

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or anything else "Supernatural" related. Just playing in the sandbox.


"In Heaven an angel is nobody in particular." ~ George Bernard Shaw


"Castiel!"

The young angel, recognizing the voice, looked up sheepishly, "Yes, Uriel?"

"Something is...you were observing those humans again," Uriel said, exasperated.

Castiel glanced away, unable to hold his friend's stare. The other angel had never been able to comprehend Castiel's fascination with God's newest creation.

"There are far more important events occurring up here, brother. You would do well to pay some attention."

Bringing his senses back to his more immediate location, Castiel did indeed notice something of significant importance. A horrible disquiet seemed to pervade all of Heaven. "What is that?"

"I do not know. Come."

With that, Castiel abandoned his perch and followed his young comrade through the vastness of Paradise, drawing ever closer to the center of turmoil. The scene that greeted them was one neither junior angel would have believed had they not been there to witness it.

Angels were everywhere. It was obvious that a massive battle was in the midst of being waged, but now seemed to be unexpectedly frozen in place. The weaponless and defeated were held at bay by the victors, while others were paused mid-fight. All eyes were turned to a spot only a short distance from where Castiel and Uriel had appeared.

"That is..." Uriel started, awestruck.

"Michael and Lucifer," Castiel finished quietly, gaze trained on the two eldest of the Host of Heaven.

The two archangels appeared to have fought hard against one another. Lucifer lay prone at Michael's feet as the elder held his long blade to the younger brother's throat. The sight was terrible. It should have been impossible. Lucifer and Michael were legendary among the angels. Michael was their just and faithful leader. Lucifer was the wise, charismatic counselor of Heaven.

"Do it," Lucifer yelled. Michael remained silent, but the blade moved ever so slightly.

"Michael!" someone cried out. Castiel turned and saw Gabriel coming to a stop next to his brothers. His face was etched with a mix of rage and pain.

"You will not die by my hand, little brother," the eldest archangel replied after a long pause.

"Do you truly believe that I deserve this?"

"It does not matter. I have my orders," Michael responded.

Lucifer laughed disdainfully, "Yes, bow down to those pathetic creatures. Those humans. They are inferior to us! Damaged and easily manipulated beasts. They are less than nothing! How can our Father demand such a thing of us? You know this is wrong, Michael. Please, brother, stand with me."

"You led the humans into temptation. You deliberately disobeyed our Father. And, then you organized an insurrection against Him. You deserve to fall."

Castiel and Uriel shared a quick, shocked glance. Was all this true? How could an Angel defy the commands of God?

"Fine. Send me away. Throw me out. Be the good son. The good little solider," Lucifer sneered, then continued in a dangerous tone, "But, you know this is not over."

"I know."

With that, Lucifer disappeared, along with all the other angels who had been fighting at his side. The remaining Host did not move in their places, seemingly unsure of what they were to do now. Castiel looked to Michael, who seemed to deflate on the spot. The archangel looked to Gabriel who was still standing nearby, but his brother shook his head and turned away.