Based off of the story To Save the Fallen written by LiveWild.
This will mainly follow canon events but it might deviate slightly. Updates could be scattered depending if I catch writer's block or not — which hopefully is not.
Disclaimer – I don't own Supernatural only my characters and my work.
In the beginning, there were four archangels; Michael, Lucifer, Raphael and Gabriel. God was present, but there was an arising tension between the siblings as the Father began to create more life, experimenting with creation on Earth.
Then, humans were made. They were free from any desire or hatred. As they were of His making and he cared for them as a father would to a child, he asked for his angels to bow to them. But Lucifer refused; his pride wouldn't allow him to kneel to a weaker species. Now feeling that he was no longer his Father's favorite creation, Lucifer waged war on Heaven.
The battle was harsh; God knew that his son had been corrupted by the Darkness and his judgement was clouded. There would be no more reasoning, and so he told Michael to go confront his brother and cast him down.
Lucifer was imprisoned. Gabriel had disappeared. Angels were either banished or dead. And God was gone.
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Earth was young, as was its inhabitants. Humans were at the tip of the iceberg; as God observed his creation he felt pity. They were once innocent; but after Adam and Eve were exiled from the Garden their descendants worked tirelessly under the burning sun, digging into dirt that begged for a drop of rain. He glanced up at the sky, and as he willed it heavy clouds formed and soon water poured down. God listened to their rejoices below, but the war had left him with a heavy heart that nothing could heal.
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Chuck awoke sometime in the middle of the night. He had a dream; it was in Detroit, a human who he had kept his eye on throughout time was in the presence of a holy being. But the holy light was tainted with a darkness that he recognized with a jolt; Lucifer. This event had not come to pass — not for a few decades or so. If he wanted to he could do something about it, but why? His creations had already failed him so why not just stand by and let it all go to hell?
Yet Lucifer was his fault. His favorite son was rotting in the cage because of Chuck's own actions. And soon the son would escape with a vendetta against his father; he would try to bring Earth to ruin. There was a shred of obligation he felt towards the humans, they were suffering from the repercussions of his mess after all.
The light flickered on and Chuck dragged himself to his desk where his fingers hovered above the typewriter. His eyes stared at the empty sheet of paper waiting for words to blot it's page, then an idea came to mind.
Chuck knew as he typed many things could change, but he held on to Detroit, basing the diverging future off of that.
And then there was a fifth archangel. She was the last to come into creation. With fair hair and beauty that is of a celestial being, her given name is Ophiel.