Author's note: This is my first fanfiction and I kinda just started writing without a plan, so...yeah. I've never attempted writing something longer, please don't be too hard on me. I would like to say that I update at a certain time but I really don't know when. Hope you like it anyways, and don't forget to review!

Sadly, I don't own Supernatural.

Chapter 1

The End

Castiel watched the world burn. He couldn't do anything about it. Everyone he loved, everything he fought for was gone. The only thing that was left for the angel to do was sit in what once was Heaven and watch his father's creation go up in flames while angels and deamons tore the world to shreds.

"I'm sorry brother, I never wanted this."

Castiel looked up at what once was his friend. Or at least his body "Fix it."

Dean's face was pained, deep cuts running over all of his body and leaking grace.

"I can not. I am dying."

It was a simple statment. There was no emotion in it. Cas was still just looking at him.

"Michael, fix it" It came out as a pleading whisper, nothing like the order he wanted it to be.

The archangel reached down and touched Castiel on the forehead with two fingers.

"I can't fix it, but you can"

Everything went black.

Black. Did he still have his eyes closed? Castiel blinked. No, open. If his eyes were open, why was it still so dark? Where was he even? The only thing he knew for sure was that he wasn't in his vessel anymore. In panick he rose to his feet and started frantically looking around. He could make out a room, it was nicely decorated and had a comfy couch, but it had no windows. He walked over to the door and turned the doorknob. A golden pulse went through it, and with a hiss of pain Castiel yanked his hand back. Damn, that hurt! The room was obviously warded. What concerned him, was that the wards were actually enochian. He raised a hand and used a tiny bit of his power to take a better look at the wards. They pulsed bright and gold, covering the whole room, from floor to ceiling.

"Hey bro"

Please no. Cas really didn't want to deal with him right now. Turning around very slowly to take a better look at the small figure standing in the doorframe, he sighed.

"Hello, Gabriel."

Gabriel's eyes widened in suprise, but he quickly covered his suprise with a grin. He could't let this angel think that he got him. But who was the mysterious angel in front of him? Nobody knew who he really was for at least nine decades, the archangel had hidden himself with powerfull wards. It was impossible, his wards were absolutely impossible to see through, even for an archangel. The stranger in front of him had extremely powerfull wards himself, that's why Gabriel was unable to tell who his younger sibling was. He could barely tell that he was an angel.

"Sooo..." Gabriel started before he was rudely interrupted.

"Listen Gabriel, Loki or whatever you call yourself at this point. I don't have time. Where am I? More importantly, what time is it?"

"Whoa there. Sombody woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Candy? Cookies? Coffee? It's 11:30. At night. Time eat!"

If angels could glare in their true form, this one would try to stare him to death.

"There is no bed in here. I woke up on a couch." Really? That was seriously all this dude had gotten from what he had just said. Gabriel had forgotten how naïve most angels were.

"Bro, that's a expression. You are in my house, well kinda my house anyways, in Kansas. It's two in the morning."

"What date?"

Gabriel looked at him slightly dumbfounded. "November 2nd, 1983. Did you hit your wings somewhere?"

"No... I have to find them. Gabriel, get the wards away. I need to go. How long have I been here?"

"You are not going anywhere little bro."

The angel flared in protest, illuminating the room with pure light for a few seconds.

The archangel stood unimpressed. "What's your name? You know mine, so it's only fair. Besides, you will probably go around saying you found the almighty archangel Gabriel." Gabriel made a weird pose which looked quite hard and quite stupid "Now, that would be telling."

"I have no intentions of doing a such thing." With that, he vanished and left an annoyed, and suprised, archangel behind.

After further inspection, Gabriel noticed that more than half the wards were broken, eventough they had sunken into the building. That took some skill.

"Damn" He smiled slightly "He's good"

Castiel filled the whole room with light, hoping his brother wouldn't think into it too much. But really, it only took him a couple of seconds to burn most of the symbols that trapped him away. He had no time. He had to find him.