The Age When Angels Wept
Chapter 1
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Castiel wept, how could he not? All he could hear were their cries as they descended, their anger hardening them as their wings burned into solid form. The only reason he was spared from the fate of his brothers and sisters was the fact his grace had been ripped from him.
Metatron had betrayed them. Not just Naomi and the Arch Angels, but all angels. This is not what he had wanted and once again he had done the wrong thing.
Some days he wondered how he was any better than the evil Sam and Dean fought. The truth was, he was not and now his family was going to pay the price for his sins. The war between heaven and hell was officially over and all he could do is hope that Sam had completed the trials to seal hell. If they had not, then things were going to be very bad in the future. There would not be anyone to protect the humans he loved so much, from the demons that may roam freely. That was, if the tallest Winchester had failed.
A rumbling shook the ground and light began to spew forth, much like the angels falling had. It gave Castiel a chill as he concluded that the angels in heaven were not the only ones being punished. The already fallen that still retained their grace were being drawn into the mix as well. A great wail broke out through the night, a wail of the two remaining Arch Angels rising from the pit as they began to be twisted into corporeal form. What would ultimately happen to them was beyond him, but he imagined it would not be pleasant.
Castiel wept, because stone could not weep, he owed them that much, even if it was to cry when they no longer could.
AN: First chapter, I hope you all like this idea, it hit me like a ton of stone. *Cackles*
~ Murakami no Kitsune