Authors Note: Well, here's my first story. I hope you all enjoy it. I'm actually gonna try and complete the whole thing. This story is gonna be long, I'm estimated about eighty thousand words at least. So buckle up for the ride. This story is gonna go way off canon. Season 7 and later is gonna be either completely revamped, or erased. I'm not one who's big on Mpreg. I actually hate it quite a lot. The fact that male bodies, even those hosting angels, cannot carry a child doesn't seem to matter much to other people. They want to make it possible for a male pregnancy, even though the male body would not be able to support the systems needed to have a child. However there was one story that I had read, an Mpreg that changed my mind. I cannot for the life of me remember the story, but the ideas that had developed throughout the story was brilliant. So here I am, trying to write an Mpreg that won't make me want to vomit. Wish me luck. And please tell me what you think, how am I to improve if there is no constructive criticism?

Full Summary: Season 6 finale AU- After Castiel absorbed the souls of Purgatory, God arrives and throws fate on it's head. Now that the head hancho is finally back in the saddle, any threat of another apocalypse is gone. Between burned bridges and broken bonds, life moves on for all involved. When problems of the angelic nature arise Cas is forced to go to the very ones he betrayed. The Winchester brothers and Bobby will have to juggle a delicate situation with an angel and people that keep popping out of the woodwork. Just a normal day in the life of the Winchester brothers and allies!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural and the various aspects of the show. I created the ideas of the Split and other things, but in a fandom as wide and diverse as Supernatural there's gonna be some crossing over of ideas. Especially with all the creativity that many of the writers have in this fandom. I apologize if anyone feels like I copied off them.

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"So you will bow down... and profess your love unto me, your lord..." The tone delivered by Castiel was intense, focused. His expression was stoic, with just a bit of arrogance flitting across his face. His expression wasn't angry, or particularly wrathful. It was almost serene, tranquil even. "Or I shall destroy you."

Silence rang in the room, tension so heavy in the air that you could cut it with a knife. Castiel hadn't flinched when he snapped Rafael into a puddle of mush. He hadn't hesitated to tell Dean that there was no bond, family or friend between them anymore. He didn't even blink when Sam had stabbed him in the back with an archangel blade.

He had stood with an unnatural stillness and stared them down. Dean was nearly trembling with pent up rage and helplessness. Bobby was clenching and unclenching his fists in indecision while Sam reflexively swallowed several times. Dean knew they were screwed. But he refused to bow down, refused to give into Cas' demands. Dean Winchester didn't bow to anyone.

The silence hadn't lasted too long however when a deafening crack exploded around them. White| light flaring up around them like a supernova. Dean flinched, eyes shut tight against the assault. He was expecting to have been killed in that instant and was prepared for the worse. He had survived forty years in Hell, let the pain come.

However there was no pain, no sudden searing heat of being smote, and no explosion of blood. He was strangely okay.

He opened his eyes up slowly, looking over at Bobby who was doing the same. It was baffling, but they were both okay. Eventually after glancing over to see if Sam was okay, he turned his attention to the middle of the room.

There was a man standing there, light dancing around his body like little playful flames. His form was relaxed, shoulders loose and stance peaceful. The only thing he could make of the man was the pale cream suit he was wearing and a mop of artfully messy blonde hair.

There was a groan and Dean snapped his head to the side. Castiel was against the far wall, his back held in place against the faux portal Crowley and Rafael had used. His arms were spread wide against the surface like a mock portrayal of Jesus on the cross. His expression was twisted in a grimace, flitting between confusion and irritation.

"How did you..?" Castiel asked with a low growl. "Who are you?"

"Castiel." The voice was deep, calm. However a sliver of power threaded through his words. They were sad, disappointed. Dean watched the two of them wearily, not quite sure if they were safer or not with the new arrival. "How far you have fallen."

"How are you doing this?" Castiel asked with the intense stare that he was known for. "I have all the souls of Purgatory, I am God."

"No, you are lost." The words were spoken slowly, softly. "You are corrupted and rotting from within." The man stated sadly, his back still to the three of them. It was like they didn't even exist. "I can feel it eat at you this very moment."

Castiel narrowed his eyes. "You know nothing."

"I know everything Castiel." The man drew his shoulders up, his body seeming to gain two feet in stature. The room shook at his words, dust falling from the ceiling. "And I had such high hopes for you. My first angel to obtain true free will."

The world stuttered to a stop around them as his words descended. The man was tall, nearly six foot one. But he didn't look as impressive as Dean had always imagined God to be.

"F-father?" Castiel asked with ill disguised shock. In that one moment he looked less like a power crazed angel and more like a lost little child. "But, but you..."

"I am disappointed Castiel, in what you have achieved here." The man spoke again, cutting off the flustered man's sentence.

"You left!" Castiel shouted, straining against the bonds holding him. "Left the world to almost end and did nothing to stop Michael, Lucifer or Rafael! You do not have the right to speak of me that way! You were gone! I had to do something! Why did you leave!?"

"Silence." The word was enough to have the angel going mute. It carried such weight that Dean unconsciously stopped breathing to prevent himself from making a noise. He had no control over himself. The man frightened him on such a deep level that he unconsciously followed every word. Suddenly the man turned a little, giving Dean the first glimpse of his face. Light still danced around him, highlighting the features of the man's modestly handsome face. "I am tired Castiel." The words rung in the room hollowly, the weight of exhaustion hanging heavy on his shoulders.

The words made Dean's head jerk, realization on his face. It was something Death had said to him in one of their conversations that sparked it. His tone had been casual, bored as he spoke about God and his demise. 'And one day, I'll reap him too.'

"My firstborn, the angels, were once my favorite creations." He continued in his even tone. "However I soon discovered that I had made a mistake. When I made the first angels I made them strong, fearless, powerful and obedient. I realized after several centuries later that making them so obedient was a mistake. With no free will they were stagnant. They did not grow, they did not evolve. They were the same, for millennia."

He then turned to look over at Dean, Bobby and Sam. His eyes were pale lavender, a color that should not exist in a human's iris. Electricity crackled around his body and his eyes seem to glow. "My second children were different. I realized that they needed the ability to grow, to change, to evolve. I gave them the ability to choose their own paths in life, I gave them free will. They are flawed, every single one. But in their flaws they are perfect."

"Then why did you leave?" Castiel asked with the most heartbroken expression Dean has ever seen on the man. It was worst then when they had first delivered Joshua's message from God. "Why did you abandon them to Michael's and Lucifer's schemes? Why did you let so many die?"

"Because it was to teach my first children free will. It had been my hope that they would learn to function and grow on their own. Without my presence to order them around I had hoped their obedience would fade. I had hoped they would evolve and become more like humans." God said with a thinly veiled smile. "You were the first to truly gain free will Castiel; you were the first to rebel for a purpose not in tune to heaven or my orders."

"But..." Castiel begun before his voice literally disappeared. He looked startled, his mouth moving in a vain attempt to speak.

"You will not question my motives Castiel." The man said with a soft sigh. "Know that I love you, as I do all your siblings."

"What about Anna?" Dean blurted out, feeling ridiculously stupid immediately. He knew he should stay out of the argument and any potential collateral damage. However he could not prevent his thoughts from forming. "She ripped out her own grace and fell."

"She was obedient in her rebellion. She chose to follow the old orders of loving humanity and protecting them. It is true she did not follow Rafael and Michael, but she was still obedient to me." God answered. "Castiel rebelled to protect you Dean Winchester, nothing more and nothing less. Do not doubt that he would've let you free from here. Even now when all of Purgatory rages inside of him, his bond to you is still strong."

"But what about the people who died?" Dean demanded, cutting off all thoughts of Castiel. He did not want to hear anything about that. He was feeling too betrayed to even think about Cas' need to protect him. "What about those who suffered because you weren't there to tell your eldest not to fight?"

"Those who passed and were innocent are in eternal paradise in heaven. If I were to send you to them this very moment you would see them at their happiest. They would not return, even if given the choice. It is the ultimate peace for my children, so fret not."

"So what? Angels and demons screw up humanity for some fucking lesson?" Dean asked with a glare. He was indignant that all they suffered was for a teaching opportunity.

"Dean." The hiss from Sam should have shut him up. He knew he was digging his own grave every time he opened his mouth, but he couldn't take it no more. Couldn't take the blatant disregard for others that had happened during this war.

"What about my forty years in Hell being tortured? What about Sam's Hellfire blasted soul that is currently tearing his sanity apart? What about Adam spending an eternity in the pit between Michael and Lucifer? What about Bobby's soul or Gabriel's wings painted on a carpet in a run down hotel? What about those who aren't in Heaven? Who aren't going to eternal peace and happiness?" He took a breath, his feet itching to pace. His arm was still cradled close to his chest but that didn't stop his fists from clenching. "What about all of the things we sacrificed because your children slipped their damn leashes?"

"It is regrettable that many were damaged due to the circumstances." God replied with a calm yet sad expression. He turned to Sam, who was shaking. Anyone could see the tension in his face, expression drawn tight. He was trembling and his eyes flit around nervously. Sweat beading on his forehead. God approached him slowly, not pausing even when Sam shied away. Sam was taller then the man by four inches, but he looked like a mere child before him.

Dean got ready to move between them, mouth drew tight. Bobby grabbed him however, hissing a low 'idjit' to him and preventing his movement. Dean focused on the duo, nearly jerking out of Bobby's grasp.

"I regret what you have endured Sam. No soul should suffer the pain in which you have. Especially not from one of my own children." He said softly, touching his forehead gently with two fingers. "You were an instrument to them and was manipulated most your life. None of my children should ever be used for the mere purpose of furthering a goal."

Suddenly Sam gasped, his large frame folding like a house of cards. He was sprawled on the floor in a daze in the blink of an eye. "Sammy!" Dean shouted, fighting out of Bobby's hold and at his brother's side in an instant. He gently lifted his brother's torso, holding him as much as he could with a damaged arm. "What did you do?" He hissed at him.

God looked down at him with a fond expression. "I merely wiped his soul clean; he will not suffer the horrors and pain of Hell or the Cage. He has suffered enough in his short life."

"That's impossible." Dean whispered, his eyes wide. Sam was trembling in his grasp, his lean frame nearly shaking. "Nothing is ever that easy, what do you want?" He asked, staring at him in distrust.

"For you to continue loving your brother and protecting humanity from monsters." He answered with the same gentle tone he had spoken in the entire time. "You and your brother are important Dean Winchester. You have served humans your entire lives and I am grateful that you both have done so. This is my gift to you for protecting my children."

"What about Dean?" Sam asked with a gasp, still a little out of breath. "What about his memories of Hell? Can't you get rid of them?"

"No." God said with a gentle smile. "He has already come to grips and has accepted his time in Hell. He is at peace with those memories. To remove them would remove much of that hard earned peace." However that didn't prevent him from touching his fingers to Dean's head. The pain he felt from being thrown around by demons evaporated immediately.

He gasped at the onslaught of power and suddenly understood why Sam had collapsed. If he hadn't already been on the ground he would've been there instantly. It was unlike Cas' power, much more potent. However it was warm, like jumping into an ocean of freshly laundered blankets.

Dean looked up, his breath coming in frantic gasps. God approached Bobby, chasing the skittish hunter. Bobby was leaning back instinctively. A few seconds later and Bobby was on the floor, gasping as well. "No demon can ever own your soul now Robert Singer. And your soul will find happiness amongst my home when you are ready to depart this world."

"Why?" Dean asked with a gasp. "Why are you doing all this?"

"I believe you know the answer to that." God replied with a soft shake of his head. "I had thought that leaving my children to deal with their own problems would eventually lead to compromise. For my first and second born children to coexist peacefully. I had not anticipated the strength of Michael's apathy nor Rafael's hubris. This suffering is caused by my children, the firsts of my firstborns. It is my responsibility to fix whatever they have broken."

"This, not all of it can be fixed by waving your hand." Dean said with a shake of his head. "So much is messed up now. The people who died, who suffered before doing so."

"No, it cannot. However it cannot be changed. Everything happens for a reason Dean." God replied with the gentle tone.

"Not that 'God works in mysterious ways' bullshit everyone tries to shove down our throats." Dean growled under his breath.

God gave him another gentle smile. "Is it mysterious, if you know the reasons?" He asked. "You have worked hard Dean. You have remained loyal to your family, to humanity. There couldn't have been a more righteous man chosen."

"What about all of the angels then?" Dean asked, gesturing to the puddle that was once Rafael's vessel. "They don't go to heaven when they die do they?"

"No, not in the way you are thinking." He looked over at the spot that Dean pointed out. "Rafael will be punished; I have sent him to the cage with Michael and Lucifer. A few millennia with them in time out will hopefully show him the error of his ways. As for the others, all those who sided with Rafael and died are beyond saving. I cannot bring them back without displacing a large amount of grace. They have already ascended."

"Ascended?" Sam asked, always the curious one.

"Yes, when an angel dies their grace ascends to heaven and infuses the garden with life and light. Eventually there will be the creation of new angels to replace those lost. It is how it is for my firstborn children." God explained. "The few who did not deserve to pass so soon will be brought back. I can save a few without disrupting too much. However it will take a few days, I have used much of my power recently."

"What about Cas? What about all those souls?" Dean asked, sparing a look at Castiel. They had nearly dismissed his presence entirely during their conversation. "He's too powerful; he's not... not Cas anymore."

"No, he is no longer the same, you are right." God answered, turning to his son. "When you absorbed those souls Castiel, you absorbed so much more." He waved his hand and Castiel let out a gasp.

"What do you mean?" He asked with a rasp, his vocal cords working once again. "Why are you doing this? I was merely trying to fix what you abandoned."

"Because when you absorbed all those souls Castiel, you absorbed them." He said, the tone of his voice dropping down into sad neutrality. Bobby mouthed 'them?' to Dean behind them and Dean could only shrug. "You absorbed the Leviathans."

"Leviathans?" The question was voiced by all of them, in varying tones of disbelief and confusion.

"Yes, they are why I created Purgatory. They are darkness, my first mistake. When I created light and bathed this world they were there, lurking in the shadows. They were dangerous, powerful and nearly impossible to kill. They devoured everything in their way, even each other on occasion." He looked over at the faux portal on the wall. "They are in you Castiel, eating at your grace and your mind. Sooner or later you will succumb to their taint and you will lose all of yourself. Even now their influence has swayed you."

"That cannot be." Castiel said faintly, disbelief coloring his tone. "I feel nothing but the pure power of souls."

"Because they are powerful Castiel. Do not make me to be a liar." God said sternly, his frame straightening and looming dangerously. Castiel cowered against the wall. "You are being corrupted as we speak and if it is not ratified soon you will lose yourself. You will kill and destroy for the sole purpose of destruction. Then you will lose yourself and the Leviathans will be unleashed amongst humanity and they too shall fall to their voracious hunger."

"Can you remove them?" Dean asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Can you stop whatever's happening to Cas?"

"Yes, and I will. It was difficult to defeat and trap them the first time. Their escape into this world cannot be allowed to happen. They are strong and resourceful." He held his hand out, palm facing at the wall. A swirling mess of energy congealed, crackling with red energy. He then held his other hand out towards Castiel, giving him a look of sadness. "I apologize for this my son."

A scream was ripped from the angel as he lit up like a beacon. Dean, Sam and Bobby were forced the shield their eyes as light poured from the man who stood tall in the middle of the room. The screams continued for what seemed like an eternity, wrenching and heartbreaking. Even Dean, who still felt the sharp sting of betrayal from the angel found himself sympathizing.

It stopped just as abruptly as it had begun. Silence reining heavily in the room, and Dean chanced opening his eyes. Blinking the white dots out of his vision.

There, kneeling on the floor was Castiel. His arms were shaking as they supported his weight. His head was bowed, his shoulders trembling. God stood above him, energy crackling around him like electricity. The portal in the wall was gone, as if it had never existed.

"No." The word was a whisper, a heartbreaking sob that was wrenched from the angel's vocal cords. "What... What have I..?" He trailed off, blue eyes wide and focused unseeing on the floor beneath him.

"Castiel." God spoke softly as he knelt down on one knee before him. A heavy hand placed on the angel's shoulder. The angel of Thursday looked up with the most lost look either of them have ever seen on his face. "You have lost your way my wayward son. Heavy is the heart of those who are lost in their faith. I know you meant good, you meant to protect Sam and Dean. However it does not stop the fact that you have wronged many and killed others. It cannot go unpunished."

"I don't..." Castiel said, looking up at him with fuzzy blue eyes. He looked so lost, so defeated. Nothing like the strong and purposeful solider that they had always known him to be. He looked like a lost child. "I do not deserve forgiveness. I will accept any punishment you decree Father."

"I know you will my son." He stated with a tender look. "As punishment you are to remain on earth, helping any that have need of you. You are not allowed to return to heaven-" The horror those words caused Castiel crossed the angel's face. "Except once a month to update Joshua. And only for a day. You are to roam earth and use your powers for others. You are not an angel of the Lord Castiel, not anymore. You are an angel of man now, and you will serve them."

"I understand Father." Castiel replied, bowing his head. It was more than he had ever expected. He didn't deserve it, this he knew. But the relief that he wasn't forever cast from Heaven made his arms weaker than they already were. He nearly collapsed when they trembled even more. "I thank you for..."

"Do not thank me Castiel." He replied in an even tone. "This will be hard on you, for it will continue until I am ready to call you back. Until you have earned the forgiveness for what you have done."

"I must still profess my thanks." Castiel replied, closing his eyes. "I will do all in my power to uphold your orders. To repent for my actions."

"Remember my lesson Castiel." God replied, removing his hand from his shoulder to curl it gently on Castiel's head. "Free will is important my son. As long as you follow my rules, how you uphold your task is up to you. I know you will chose to do the right thing not because I order it... But because you wish to redeem yourself. You wish to help others and correct your mistakes. You have learned more about humanity than any other angel and would prefer it if you continue to grow in such a manner."

"Father?" Castiel asked confused.

"I love you my son, a few mistakes will not stop that." He then bowed down and placed a gentle kiss on the crown of his head. "I love all my children, even those who have lost their way."

Then he stood, stepping a foot back to allow Castiel to rise. "I think you owe them an explanation." He stated, staring at the three who were still kneeling on the ground. "For the true reason you worked with Crowley."

Castiel looked down, trying not to focus his eyes on them. The guilt was nearly rolling off of him. Desperation and fear had drawn him down a dangerous path and he had broken something he was unsure would ever heal.

He could feel Dean's betrayal from where he stood, a sharp blade tearing at every piece of him. The worst part is that he expected it; he knew what he had been doing during those months going behind their backs. Unlocking Sam's memories and leaving them to work with Crowley had cut deeper than any physical blade. He had damaged something, something that he had lost sight of how important it was. He had rebelled because Dean had taught him the lessons of free will. He was one of them and because of his cowardice he pushed them away. He didn't deserve their forgiveness, and knew that he may never gain it.

"Dean." God addressed the man, turning back to the three humans. He approached them, kneeling down before the hunter. Dean and Sam were sitting side by side, having recovered from his powers earlier. "Remember-" He whispered lowly enough that only the elder Winchester would hear. "Everyone has made choices they wished they could be forgiven for. Know that you are forgiven for what you have done in Hell. And remember my words when the time comes."

"What?" He asked confused but God only gave him an enigmatic smile.

"I must return to Heaven." God informed them. "I will have to find other ways to help my children learn free will. I do not doubt it will be a difficult task."

"Will I..." Castiel trailed off, words dying in his throat as uncertainty danced across his face. "Will I see you again?"

"That is a question only you can answer Castiel." With that confusing bit of advice he was gone, disappearing as fast as he had appeared.

Castiel stood in the middle of the room; shoulders slumped with the weight of his guilt. He turned to give them a look, blue eyes hooded and troubled. He did not apologize, he did not ask for forgiveness. He couldn't bring himself to do so. The only thing he could do was explain himself, tell them why he had decided what he had done was best.

He started to speak and he did not stop, he gave them no time to interrupt. He explained everything from his reasons to the hours he had spent watching them while he was invisible. How he maneuvered them into position to use them. His words came forth with no end, he spoke until his voice cracked and his words bled together. He spoke until he could not do so any more. He then looked upon them and waited for their judgment, for their scorn. Neither of them spoke. Sam gave him that hurt look that resembled a kicked puppy left out in the rain; Bobby was shaking his head with his fingers messaging the bridge of his nose; Dean's eyes glaring at the wall, refusing to even look at him; He had gotten his answer. With the flutter of wings he was gone, knowing that there was nothing more he could do.