Disclaimer: Supernatural and all it's characters belong to Eric Kripke. I am only using the characters for non-profit fan fictions.
Michael stood on the edge of the portal, overlooking what he knew was Earth. Heaven would notice he was gone, eventually. But until the day came that he would have to defend not only himself, but the two sleeping boys cradled in his arms, he would make a life for himself away from Heaven. Away from the war. Michael pressed a soft kiss to Gabriel's head, smiling at the sweet honeyed scent that always permeated from his brother, reached his nose. Placing a kiss on Castiel's head as well, the scent that met him, was different, though just as pleasant. For Lilac and Lavender always permeated off Castiel. Especially when Michael's little one got upset, it was there, though stronger in intensity than it usually was.
Looking down again, Michael stretched his wings in preparation. His grace thrummed and wrapped around his little ones, to protect them from the fall to earth. Closing his eyes, for only a moment, Michael drew in the courage, knowing once he did this, there was no going back. Perhaps, though it was too much to hope for, Heaven may think he died. Or maybe they would leave him alone completely. Michael knew deep down, that he was grasping at straws. He would be hunted down eventually, but until then he could escape the war. Protect what was his. Go into hiding.
Stepping forward, Michael and his precious cargo descended upon the earth, in a ball of bright flames. Michael's wings were pressed firmly to his back, so they wouldn't get damaged. Upon properly entering the place that would be his new home. Michael let his body spin, through the clouds. He slowed his descent gradually, now gliding through the clouds to sooth any burns to his wings. Taking a moment to take in his father's creation. Michael flew around the world, searching for a suitable place to land and claim as his nesting grounds.
The sound of wings beating filled the forest clearing, just before bare feet lightly landed in the dirt. Michael breathed in the heavy scent of pine. Lifting his head, Michael felt the first drops of rain. Smiling, Michael walked towards the canopy of trees, planning to use them as a temporary protection against the rain. Finding a bed of moss, Michael gently laid Gabriel and Castiel upon it. He then began to gather the materials needed, to build a proper home for them. By time the sun was setting, Michael had built a modest looking home. He took the boys inside, as the rain had only gotten worse, over the time he worked and the trees wouldn't be able to provide the protection needed to keep his boys safe.
I'm not sure what I'm exactly doing with this story. Though I will try to update it as often as I can. I would appreciate constructive criticism.
Also, from chapter two onwards. Michael, Gabriel and Castiel will be referred to as Týr, Loki and Mercury up until they start interacting with Sam and Dean Winchester.
