**Disclaimer**

This is not real. I do not own the Supernatural Universe or any of the characters. This is strictly just for fun, and what I thought could be a good final season for the show. However, I will say this story is post season 9. There could be potential spoilers for those who have not watched the show up to that point. Also since the show is still going I will do my best to stay consistent with what I've seen. However, keep in mind this story was originally created after the 9th season. And since my favorite seasons were 1-5 this will be an extension of that storyline.

Enjoy.

Prologue

Alone. That's the simplest description for what James was. For over a decade he sat isolated in his cell, overlooking everything on earth down below. For him it was the worst kind of torture. Countless humans praying for help, yet he could not answer any of them. It had once been his job to protect these people. But now he was only a prisoner. A prisoner locked away for crimes he did not entirely comprehend.

James knew that he broke rank. He knew that he went against the will of Heaven. Both actions of which are punishable by imprisonment, torture and in extreme cases death. However, he couldn't help but feel that he had been locked up for another reason. Why else would James be arrested by the archangel Michael himself? And then to top it all off he was then placed in a cell which only Michael could access.

Back when James was first imprisoned Michael would often come to him. Not to interrogate or torture; which often was the case whenever a prisoner received a visitor. These visits were different. Michael simply came to talk to him.

During his visits Michael would tell James not to be afraid. That everything would be okay once God's true plan unfolded. That he would soon be released once the apocalypse was over and heaven emerged victorious. Not that this promise did much good for James. Waiting for an apocalypse that he had spent years trying to prevent was not an idea that James found appealing.

But when the big day finally came something remarkable happened. Heaven lost. And so did Hell.

It was mankind who had emerged victorious, preventing the apocalypse from coming to fruition. And on that day James swelled with pride. He had always loved humanity since the dawn of their existence. And here they were conquering both Heaven and Hell to save their world. James thought he could just about cry.

Then he realized that Michael was never coming back and he would be trapped in this cell until the end of his days.

Over the next few years James waited patiently as he watched over the world. During that time he witnessed the battle for purgatory, the war over heaven, the rise and fall of the leviathans… But what happened next James would not see coming.

It started with a quake that shook all of heaven. Still confined to his cell James watched in confusion as the walls around him began to vibrate with such force he thought they may cave in on him. Still the walls held. But what happened next terrified James like nothing else he had ever heard before. The screams of every angel in the nearby cells around him. In unison they cried out in agonizing bursts until suddenly they all stopped at once. And just like that tremors shot throughout the room as if nearby explosions were crackling all across heaven.

When James looked down he saw what the cause of it all was. Angels. They were all falling, raining down on the earth like a shower of meteorites. How could this have happened? And why had James not fallen with them?

Truer than it had ever been before, James really was all alone. Still James knew there had to be someone else out there. Someone had to have caused all of this. So he waited. He waited for what felt like months until finally there was a knock on the door.

"Hello! Is anybody in there?" Someone calls out.

Relieved to hear the sound of another voice James answers joyfully, "Yes! I'm in here! Can you help me?"

"Of course, I just have to figure out…" The mysterious voice tapers off before questioning James again. "Do you know exactly what kind of door this is? I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like it."

This question baffled James because on the inside there is no door. James knew where the door ought to be based on where Michael would always enter, but he never thought about what it must look like on the outside. Unsure of what to say, James gave the only explanation he could think of. "It's Michael's door. He's the only one who knew how to access it."

"Wow the archangel, Michael! You must have either been pretty important or extremely dangerous... What did you say your name was?"

"My name is James. And I'm not dangerous!" James emphasizes quickly. "I mean I've never hurt anyone before."

"Hmm… Well I can't say that I've heard of you before. That's odd…But it's alright James. I believe you. Just sit tight and I'll have you out of here in a jiff."

James smiles at the strangers reassuring words. Finally he would be free of this prison and rejoin the world again.

"Do not trust him."

James jumps to his feet. "What did you just say?"

"I said you'll be out of here in a jiff," The stranger repeats. "I have just the spell that will blow a hole through this door. I just need a couple of minutes."

James assumes he was just hearing things. After all he's been cooped up in his cell for so long that his imagination has run rampant. Hearing voices isn't exactly outside the realm of possibilities.

"Do not trust the man outside the door."

This time he hears the words as if they were whispered in his own ear. James knows it isn't a coincidence. And he's definitely not crazy. There's someone else trying to communicate with him.

James hears the door give way. "Don't worry I've almost got it," the stranger outside the door says.

James has to choose. Trust the man who is trying to free him or unknown voice that has crept its way inside his head.

Immediately James watches as the wall in front of him protrudes forward. He takes step back just as the wall explodes into nothing, leaving behind a gaping hole where the door should have been.

Beyond the wall is an angel that James recognizes, but had never officially met before.

Metatron.

Uncertain of whether he should trust this man, James remains frozen in place.

"Hi there," Metatron greets James cheerfully. "You ready to come out now?"

Just as James takes his first hesitant step the other voice returns.

"Remain in the cell. He cannot harm you on the inside."

This time he hears a bit of familiarity in the voice, so he decides to listen to it.

"Something wrong?" Metatron asks. He takes a step into the cell, moving cautiously towards James. "I can assure you. You are safe now. Everything is going to be okay."

Out of the corner of his eye James sees the gleam of an angel blade poking out from underneath Metatron's sleeve. Not exactly something you would expect the scribe of God to be carrying around.

James takes a step backward as Metatron reveals his weapon. But before Metatron can get close enough to James a strange force throws him into the wall while a flash of light causes the scribe to cry out in pain.

The familiar voice returns.

"Run."

And that's exactly what James does. He runs as fast as he can, as far away as he can, without a clue where he should go. And just as he's about to stop he receives one final message.

"Go to the garden."

The Garden of Heaven. Now James knows exactly who has been trying to save him. Without hesitation he makes his way to the gates of the garden where he calls out to his old friend. "Joshua!"

The gates open, and on the other side Joshua stands waiting in the center of one of the most breathtaking gardens imaginable. Lush green grass covers the ground as far as the eye can see. Patches of violets and daisies lead to a clear blue stream which filters into a meadow surrounded by lilies and daffodils. Beyond that is orchard filled with trees and shrubs with every kind of fruit you could dream of.

Quickly James runs to his friend. "Joshua something terrible has happened. All the angels have-"

"Fallen. Yes, I know James," Joshua replies. "The important thing is that you are okay."

"But how are we still here right now?" James exclaims.

"There are certain areas within Heaven, which are immune to spells like the one Metatron cast. The garden here is one such sanctuary protected from all who try to harm it. Your cell is another. Michael had designed it specifically for your protection."

"But why would he do that?" James demands.

"Because God told him to," Joshua answers simply.

James doesn't reply. With all the confusion he felt over the years, never had he once suspected that his father was responsible for his imprisonment.

"I realize there's a lot happening right now," Joshua starts. "But we have a great deal to discuss."

"Like how we are going to get the other angels back into heaven," James offers.

"No," Joshua responds. "This whole ordeal with Metatron should sort itself out on its own. Our focus will be on what to do when the other angels return."

Surprised by the response James questions Joshua. "What do you mean?"

"This might clear things up," Joshua proposes as he unveils a chalice covered in strange markings and filled with blood.

Terrified James leaps backward. "Why do you have that? Those devices are what demons use to summon to each other."

"No James," Joshua corrects. "Demons use these to communicate with those who are in Hell. And at the present moment not everyone in Hell is a demon."

Still uneasy with the subject James pushes forward. "Where did the blood come from?"

"There's a very devout woman who runs a blood drive for her clinic. I can assure you no one died for this."

James relaxes slightly "What do you want me to do?"

"Come forward," Joshua requests. "Our brother would like a word with you."