Everyone- this is my first Supernatural fanfic- hopefully the idea is good.
A few small informational fun-facts before we begin.
Romance: As much as i love Destiel, there will be no romance/parings not in cannon unless reviews and general population convince me other wise
Plot: Pretty much mapped out- well...kinda...similar to cannon the best as possible considering the circumstances.
Location in series: This is right after the second episode of season 7- Sam is having hallucifer (After learning about the scar-trick), Bobby is alive, Castiel has been found!
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x-(X)-x
Michael had landed when he felt it. He immediately spread his wings from where they had been curled around him, flaring them out in their glittering golden beauty. His eyes widened and he leapt to his feet upon the tree branches where he had settled.
It was a mental scream- one so loud and full of anguish and pain it rattled Michael, It lasted for only a few seconds before fading away- presumably dead.
The idea of an angel dying was not new to him. He had been entrusted as well as his first three brothers with the knowledge of the angel blades. How did a creature learn of their secrets? How had they acquired an angel blade? Surely the garrison did not open the vault to any wayward angel, or had an angel be corrupt and fallen from the way of his father? Did a fallen break the gates and storm down heaven's weapons to the hand of any looming creature?
Nonetheless, depending on just how shrill and high pitched the cry and how it was a scramble of incomprehensible noises, it was more than likely that the angel was one of the captured. Twisted and had gone insane- if so then it was a mercy that it had been felled.
What concerned him, was the location from where the cry had echoed.
There was no doubt that from the distance it echoed at, and the pull of his true vessel, that the savage creature was nearby or attempted to attack the Winchesters.
He stretched, eyes aiming west as he set dawn to his back and flapped twice, wings sore at the constant pumping he required to rise to a suitable height for soaring. His wings were not built for constant flapping- they were broad and powerful only for climbing then soaring on high thermals.
He arched his spine, powering down with his largest set of wings while the middle helped in a rhythmic flapping, the smallest guiding him to the strongest thermal he could see.
The moment the wind tunnel was felt under his wings he extended all three sets of them. instantly he was propelled forward, air catching like a sail as the trees started to blur into green below him.
Michael scanned outwards, extending his consciousness outwards seeking any form of life- in exception to various birds of animals below he was failing to find the recognizable spark of human thoughts.
Michael frowned as a small flicker of thought made itself known- was he heading the right way? Were the Winchesters even in the direction he was flying?
He paused, gently gliding as once more he extended his grace, feeling to the magnetic pull of his one true vessel. Indeed, it was West but there was something...different….
They were...they were moving?
x-(X)-x
Lucifer trailed one hand alongside the neck of the creature he stood next to.
It was taller than him, but he had long since seen creatures similar to it. It's gentle eyes and strong legs made it suitable for carrying the humans- it was a shame in his opinion. Yes the beast had many uses, but it deserved its own freedom as much as any.
"You want to learn how to ride it?"
Karen, the foolish woman asked, walking up behind him. Lucifer said nothing, and only gently trailed his finger along the snout of the creature, using the smallest flicker of grace to feel the inner workings of its consciousness.
It seemed happy with its life. It was pleased, willing and wanting to serve.
Lucifer felt pity for the beast. He shrugged instead, and Karen took it immediately as a yes.
"Great! I'm not sure how those wings will work Lukiaf, but maybe if you hold them tight?" Karen frowned. Lucifer was able to restrain the smirk as she spoke his disguised name with no ill intent. He glanced at the brown stallion and it seemed not to care- almost as if welcoming the prospect of a ride.
Besides, until his new primaries grew on his largest set of wings, riding may very well be the more convenient mode of travel.
"Right, stand on his left side- like that." Karen started, voice quickly grating on Lucifer's nerves. How he wished he could kill her. Yet again, snapping her neck would end in her summoning the male, who would undoubtedly shoot him.
Lucifer had been shot in the past, he did not wish to repeat it.
He ignored the woman, and through general logic he hefted himself upwards while using his wings extended slightly to counterbalance the weight on the horses back.
The beast jolted in surprise, but tossed its head only before settling . Karen shot him a look of surprise before holding her own horse- a tan one compared to the slightly darker coat of the horse Lucifer sat upon.
"Wow! You look like you've done this before!" She gushed, high pitched voice draining on Lucifer's efforts to remain civil.
"I have." Lucifer grunted. In all actuality, he had not. His vessel- Nick had at one point. That was also an issue that Lucifer had come to recognize. There was always some sort or sense of distance between vessel and grace. He could always feel Nick's consciousness, dormant just below the surface of his power. Now there was nothing. There was no drain of annoyance, nor the saddened emotions that were not his own. It was quiet and empty, and somehow Lucifer was painfully reminded of the cage.
His only conclusion was that his grace had fused with this body. Even attempting to resort to his true form altered his appearance and accessible abilities, but did not render the vessel absent.
This gravely concerned Lucifer. He had been testing the bonds of his grace and just how his body was effected by it well into the last night. The barn where he had taken residence, bore marks of his labor. Straw was singed while metal bars were melted or cracked from his attacks in his true body. It had taken him hours of pure concentration before his vessels skin could shift into the glowing mass he was well used to burning the eyes of any creature. Instead, the nearby horses merely blinked at the bright light and continued sleeping. It was concerning, as was the idea that he had to use the upmost care when regarding his actions. This vessel was him now, he could be killed.
It was well into the afternoon, the sun rising high into the sky and casting its heat upon the ground. Lucifer
smiled slightly at the star- the morning star. How he prided himself on his creation, and how his brothers groveled at its majesty-
"Are you coming or what?" Karen asked loudly, stirring Lucifer from his thoughts.
'How I wish for your eyes to burn from your skull and your blood to boil until your flesh is little more than sand' He thought, saying nothing before allowing the beast to hurry into a run. Karen followed laughing loudly while over to their right her husband waved from the back of a tractor depositing hay.
Lucifer noted the horse turning left. He did not wish for it to turn such way, so with little more than a thought his smallest leg wing jerked out, catching the air and forcibly turning the horse to the right as it cried out in surprise.
Karen shouted as her own horse bucked at the wing, easily as long as it. Lucifer didn't blink as she was thrown to the ground, her breath leaving her in a painful gasp. He felt slightly satisfied with it in all honesty.
"I'm all right!" she called out, wincing and protectively holding her midsection as she managed to rise to her feet, looking apologetically to Lucifer, which annoyed him even more.
"Sorry about that Lukiaf. You're wings spooked them." She chucked, a smile still on her face.
'Your entire race is moronic.' He thought, but did not say anything, instead forcing the horse to continue forward.
Behind them, a car was heard roaring loudly and obnoxiously. Lucifer scowled at the noise- he could practically smell the horrid pollution humans created.
"I'll go look!" Jacob shouted, turning his tractor so it quickly moved towards the bridge, consequently, the house.
Lucifer was not interested, nor should he be. instead he allowed the horse to continue running- it was pathetic in comparison to actual flying, the swift speedy dives he was well known for . Already the beast was gasping for air- it was pathetic!
Trees quickly began to rise as they neared the forest line in the distance. Any speed the horse had vanished long ago, now it was at a burdened trot as it refused to move, chest heaving in its exhaustion. Lucifer scowled but dismounted, landing on his feet while stretching his wings broadly, glancing over his largest set with a dismayed frown. The Primary feathers would grown back over time- already they were peeking out in little more than downy feathers, infused with blood as the shaft continued to grow. They looked surprisingly lacking, not to mention horrific alongside the disturbing burns and blood stains that would never be removed even if he was to regrow every feather on him.
He was thankful for the small mercy that revealing his true form revealed how his wings once were, if only for a short second.
The trees were tall, saplings alongside giants that seemed as if untouched by any human hands. Lucifer smiled at the knowledge that these trees were not nearly as old as he- a minute of his life perhaps.
This was what he loved, nature untouched in a cleaning pure form. The branches of pines reaching skywards with boughs of deep emeralds. Oaks old yet so young as they dominated, casting strings of shadows on the ground were saplings just dislodged dirt to rise themselves.
Lucifer felt a hollow sadness as his wings seemed putrid in such innocence. How he wished they were not so damaged, if only to fly once more above what he used to call perfection.
A squirrel chattered by his feet, glancing up not at all concerned. A robin flew nearby his wings nearly brushing them as it landed on a tree. The entire forest was beautiful- a glimpse of what it was such a long time ago.
Lucifer frowned as a small buzzing made itself known. It was something that he had not experienced in a long time- if not for that he would not have noticed it at all.
"An angel." He spoke, voice breaking the solitude of the forest. He turned, neck cracking as he gazed out across the valley. "An angel is here." He spoke aloud.
He had two options. He could stay hidden from sight- there was little to no chance that he the angel would welcome him. He could encounter the angel, perhaps even banish it away. He doubted the other angels had yet to realize the importance of the vessels.
He paused, hesitantly reaching outwards with his grace. Extending too largely could instantly alert whomever it was, despite his disguised appearance.
Indeed, there was an angel. It's grace burned stronger then a small soldier from the garrison. A Seraph, four winged. It was strong, yet...it was different.
"A fallen." Lucifer whispered in awe, eyes widening in shock- a fallen? Fallen were to be killed on sight, how would one who was as damaged as he survived such hardships?
Better yet- how did a seraph fall?
Not a second before Lucifer retracted his grace did he feel another force- hot and burning like a star. Power racing in its grace to such an extent Lucifer flinched.
Dread grew as he swallowed reflexively, eyes looking towards the stables where he was only a few hours prior.
He could leave, steal the horse and hide until Michael had flown over and left him abandoned. Lucifer had no doubt that Michael would smite the fallen before it could even spread its wings.
No- Lucifer could not leave one of his path defenseless.
He growled lowly, moving towards the horse which seemed to have recovered, eyes narrowing as he mounted it and tracked how long until the two angels met.
If he rushed, he could possibly get there in time.
Never would he let Michael smite one of his fallen.
x-(X)-x
Castiel circled twice. His vision was no betraying him- the Impala was pulling off the main path and instead moving towards a large building complex. Castiel could spot horses, walking in a valley as well as large red buildings which apparently housed them.
He circled once more, and this time the Impala pulled into the gravel path leading to the main house. A man rose from behind, obviously suspicious but not looking hostile.
Castiel had to hope the choice was smart. With such circumstances, any mistake could be dangerous.
Dean turned the key, shifting off the ignition as he gave a sigh, glancing at Sam who gave him a slight nod.
They stepped out, glancing over the car as from behind the large farmhouse, a man walked out. He obviously looked like a rancher, tanned skin and dirty hands. He looked friendly, offering a nice smile while glancing at the Impala.
"Nice car there! What can I do for you fellers?" He asked, a slight accent that Sam picked up on.
"Couldn't help but notice that this place is a bed and breakfast." Dean pointed behind him towards where the sign did say that, "We've been traveling for a while now. It'd be nice to have a place to spend the night." Dean smiled.
Sam gave a similar smile as the man practically beamed.
"Sure thing! We have two buildings right now, we aren't getting any visitors since the whole…" he paused, waving his hands while still grinning, "Anyways! My name's Jacob. My wife Karen is out with the horses, and my daughter Amy is in the stables." He smiled.
Dean gave a nod, "I'm Dean, and Sam." He jerked his thumb to Sam who gave a small wave. Jacob gave another smile before pointing towards the closest building. Sam gave a small wave before turning to pick up a bag. He stopped, looking back at Jacob and noticing on his arm a purple mark, "You get kicked?" Sam asked casually.
"Hmm?" Jacob asked, jerking in surprise before looking at the mark and smiling sheepishly, "Ah- yes. Yes I did get kicked. poking around and he got a bit upset." He sheepishly stated before pointing at the house once more, "There's running water and a kitchen. foods in the main house I'm afraid, Karen will be coming in a few minutes, I've got to get back to work." He turned and brushed by towards the slope to the valley.
Dean watched a few seconds before turning to Sam and stating blandly, "He's hiding something."
Sam gave him an obvious look before picking up one of their bags, slipping his gun into his waistband of his pants, and walking towards the building.
"What about Cas?" Sam asked, glancing up briefly where high in the sky a small form of what appeared to be a hawk was flying.
"Sneak him down at night I guess." Dean shrugged, looking slightly concerned, "Can he fly that long?"
Sam looked at him unsure. "I-I don't know-"
"Visitors!" a small voice shouted. They glanced over as a young girl raced up over the hill with a grin on her face, positively bubbling on her feet. "It's been forever!"
"Amy!" Another feminine voice shouted, Karen appeared, dirt on her clothing and her hair slightly tussled. "Amy slow down!"
"Momma we have visitors!" Amy shouted in excitement, positively bubbling while Sam and Dean smiled amused.
"Yes yes, settle down." She shushed, smiling apologetically to the two, "Sorry about that. I came from the field. Anything I can help with? Tours? Food?" She offered, looking sheepish.
"We'd be okay for a tour." Sam smiled, glancing at Dean who gave a small nod.
"Great! I'll go round up two horses for you boys, Amy could you go get some food from inside and bring it to their house?"
Amy looked upset before giving a sigh and slowly trudging along towards the main house.
"If you boys will follow me." Karen smiled, staring down the ravine towards the stables.
A few moments later the two of them were on the back of two shifty horses.
Sam had the saddle horn in a death grip as Dean seemed pretty at ease, even patting the horse as they walked.
"How do you stay on this thing!" Sam hissed under his breath, and Dean grinned, arching one brow.
"The hint, Sammy, is think like Clint Eastwood." Dean whispered, smiling as Karen looked back curiously.
"Dean! I never watched him in movies!" Sam hissed again under his breath, swaying as the horse moved into a slow trot.
"Then be Woody! Ride that horse cowboy!" Dean snickered while Sam glared at him.
"Here's our main fields- we have a few others but none are fenced in. Here our horses are allowed to graze as much as they'd like. This bridge here is the only point past the creek." She pointed to the large wooden bridge.
"And past the valley?" Sam ventured to ask. Karen smiled and completely calm she explained, "Miles of untouched forests. There we have a large population of Bighorn Sheep which sometimes can be seen in the morning." Karen explained.
Dean looked vaguely impressed as he glanced back at Sam, who was frowning at a barn in particular.
"What is it?" Dean asked. Sam subtly pointed at the barn, a certain part where the red paint had been rubbed off in an arching pattern.
Dean frowned, from the distance it didn't look like much. just… a weird pattern of where something had scraped the paint away.
"So, uh, what's in the barns?"Sam asked curiously, already moving towards the one barn that had been slightly dinged up on the outside.
"Oh! That's the barn where we keep equipment, our tractors and dismantled fences. A few moving trailers too." Karen explained, horse trotting over as the two followed.
Sam reached out and brushed his fingertips along the rub mark where the paint peeled off. it crumbled in his hand- slightly indented as if something strong slammed into the barn.
"You keep only machinery in there?" Dean asked, arching one eyebrow, "We know a few things or so. What kind of tractors?"
Karen blinked before managing to look sheepish, "Uh- big ones? I'm sorry, my husband is the one that takes care of all of that." She smiled.
"Could we take a look inside? Just a peek?" Sam asked, giving a soft smile as Karen waved her hand to the door, obviously unsure of how to even open it.
"This woman is a ding-bat." Dean muttered under his breath as Sam expertly unlocked the door and pulled the sliding door to the one side.
"Holy-" Dean jumped backwards as the smell of burning wood and ash was exposed to the outside air.
"Oh my!" Karen gasped in shock, dismounting in surprise and shuffling towards the open doorway where Dean cut her off, Sam slinking inside slowly while pulling out the gun he had hidden.
"Sorry Mrs. But with all of the recent monster things, we're just going to be careful." Dean spoke, voice casual as he pulled out his own gun.
"Monsters? But-" Karen's eyes widened in response as she tried to run past Dean, "No! Stop! Don't hurt him!"
"Hurt who?" Sam asked, turning and cutting off Karen who peered over in obvious relief. Dean squinted into the shade of the barn and his eyes widened in surprise.
The straw littering the ground in one of the metal pens was burned, seared slightly or discolored somehow. The metal bars were twisted, almost as if something had gripped them tight before curiously pulling them like it was playing with butter. There was a lump of dull metal where the bars had melted, fusing with the dirt that created a dirty compound on the floor.
"What the hell made this?" Dean muttered, looking around in surprise at the cleared area, he could picture a giant fan having blown straw that way, "A baby dragon?"
Karen gave an awkward laugh, scuttling back towards the doors where the three horses looked around nervously, glancing around apprehensively.
"Dude." Dean muttered, eyes widening as he pulled something out from under a small bundle of burned straw. It was already bent and disfigured from heat, but the long hollow shaft of a broken feather was as long as his forearm, "What the hell is this from? An Ostrich?"
One of the horses bolted, bucking suddenly while the two others reared and cried out, ears pinned back.
They could barely say anything before a sharp loud shriek was heard- loud and buzzing. They winced, clutching their ears. It cut off sharply, a warning.
"Lukiaf!" Karen shouted, jolting upwards as both Sam and Dean glanced at her in surprise.
"Lukiaf?" Dean asked, voice rising higher in surprise," You mean that you're housing an angel?"
A loud whistling noise before a thump, from black wings looking even more sickly in the daylight, Castiel straightened from where he bent to absorb impact. His hair tussled from the air, and eyes more blue then what Dean and Sam remembered.
Karen's mouth dropped open in shock at the sudden appearance of Castiel, keeping his four wings spread as they twitched in apprehension.
"There is another one out there." Castiel grunted, eyes flicking skywards as he refused to acknowledge the woman. "I fear it is not willing to converse before attacking."
"Lukiaf won't hurt you!" Karen blurted out, Castiel finally turning his head to look at her, eyes intent as he tilted his head slightly, "He- He's hurt! He can't fly-"
"The angel you are speaking of is on the edges of my grace. I am more preoccupied by our possible adversary." Castiel spoke hurriedly.
"Wait, so we have two angels on our tails? Just after last night?" Dean asked, exasperated as he threw his hands up.
"Last night? What happened last night?" Karen asked, voice rising higher and higher in her panic, eyes wide in increasing panic.
"Nothing." Sam assured before Castiel imputed, "The death of one of my brothers."
Karen by this point gasped outright, hand flying to her heart in terror, "Lukiaf! You're going to hurt Lukiaf!"
Castiel frowned and tilted his head, observing her a few seconds with a relentless stare.
"What is it Cas?" Dean asked, glancing upwards into the sky as well.
"I have not heard the name Lukiaf before. It is possible that we were never introduced. It is unusual." Castiel explained before stiffening and looking upwards once more.
"What is it? Can we take him?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam who was nervously glancing around.
"Take down Lukiaf? You can't kill him!" Karen practically blubbered while Dean snapped and scowled at her.
"Listen to me woman! We don't care about your pet snowball- just let us do our jobs!" Dean shouted, jerking his head, "What do you have Cas?"
Castiel was still twitchy, wings partially spread as his eyes seemed focused in the distance, "I am willing to attempt to communicate, although it will damage your hearing."
"Could you numb it or something?" Sam asked, rushing over to stand next to Dean, one arm wrapping around the still panicking Karen, "Make it so it won't hurt?"
"Possibly." Castiel paused before reaching out with one hand, pressing it to Karen's skull. Instantly she slumped, knocked out cold. Sam jerked, catching her weight and setting her on the ground carefully.
Castiel then looked at Dean before pressing one of his hands against his shoulder, pausing before mirroring his actions with Sam's shoulder. A warm buzz traveled through, a slight numbing sensation as both boys winced and rolled their shoulders.
"There." Castiel murmured, stepping back while Sam felt his shoulder with his arm, feeling around the joint.
"Did I just get an angel bee sting?" Dean grunted, Castiel ignoring him.
"I have inserted a small portion of my grace. It is only temporary although it should convert my true voice into form you can comprehend." Castiel grunted, eyes still scanning the skies.
"Great. We just got an angelfish jammed into our ear." Sam winced.
"You insert fish into your ears?" Castiel asked, eyes widening in obvious shock.
"Yeah yeah- ignore Marvin here. Start chirping Tweetie." Dean sighed, Castiel frowned but obliged.
He looked skywards, and his eyes glowed blue with a heavenly light. As did his mouth, his neck tensed before he screeched.
Dean and Sam both flinched, hands moving to their ears as the shrill dog whistle resonated. A pause, before the loud screeching noise had an underlying voice, whispered almost ghostly yet loud and resonating like beautiful bells.
"Why are you? Why are you here?" Castiel asked, voice cutting off as he waited.
"Dude- if that's your chatting voice I don't want to see you screaming." Dean winced, sticking his pinkie finger in one ear before twisting it around.
"When will we hear from whoever it is up there?" Sam asked, squinting into the sun, "This...Lukiaf?"
"Lukiaf does not exist." Castiel grunted, still staring skywards, "I am aware of every angel in Heaven. I have never heard of Lukiaf."
"You think he's one of those rebellious angels?" Dean frowned, causing Castiel to tense.
"...Perhaps. If so, he is of no concern." Castiel grunted, before a loud whistle was heard once more.
"Castiel." The voice was even louder although the voice was faint. It was not like the bells of Castiel's voice, instead stronger like cracks of thunder. It resonated, causing their teeth to chatter at the firm power behind it.
Castiel's eyes widened in shock or fear, he stumbled back, wings flaring in surprise. He turned, nostrils flaring towards Dean and Sam, "How accurate is your aim?"
Startled by the question Dean looked to Sam in surprise before showing his pistol, "Fairly good. We can always get back to Baby and swap if we need something better-"
"No." Castiel grunted looking skywards, "It'll have to do." He paused once more. He then fixed on Dean a firm look- as if what he was about to say was critical. "Be cautious when firing. Aim for the smallest set of wings, and extra hits will be useful. I will try to force it to the ground. Once down, I will attempt to cripple it. You two are to escape as quickly as possible."
"Wait- escape?" Dean asked, eyes widening. "Cas! Dude! We aren't going to leave you out like Fried Chicken!"
"No time!" Castiel barked, glancing upwards before with a powerful pump of his sickly black wings he was propelled upwards into the air with incredible force.
"Cas! Dammit!" Dean cursed, still squinting to try and see what they were up against.
"Dean! Help me move her." Sam grunted, grabbing Karen's limp body from the ground and attempting to drag it towards the open barn. Dean cursed but leaned down and grabbed her legs, helping the awkward hobble inside.
Inside the barn they heard the loud shrieking, wordless in exception to a battle cry if anything. They spun, guns drawn before jumping into daylight and aiming once more.
High above what looked like two hawks were circling. They moved with fluidity, keeping a fair distance before one dove, picking up speed. The other was quick to follow.
As the two forms grew closer, the black wings of Castiel was easily distinguished. What was concerning, was the form behind. It continued to grow in size, wings bigger and bigger- until Castiel was dwarfed by the size of the creature.
"Shoot!" Dean shouted, aiming and firing twice. They were unsure if the bullets actually hit- Castiel pulled up from the dive still a fair ways above them, flaring his four wings to swoop carefully at his impressive speed.
But then the other creature pulled up as well, and spread its six wings.
It easily overshot Castiel, its speed much greater than anything the seraph could afford. Catching up to it, with one powerful down stroke of its smallest wings, its slammed the appendages into Castiel's own.
Castiel let loose a cry of pain, tumbling as his wings shifted into an awkward and obviously not right shape. He tumbled, slamming into the ground on the far side of the barn, kicking up grass and dirt.
"Cas!" Dean shouted, kicking forward and running with his gun still drawn. A shadow casted from the six wings swooped low before pulling up and making its way for another pass and its probable end.
"Dean! No!" Castiel gasped, forcing himself upwards from where his wings were mangled on the ground nearest him. His face was bloodied from a scratch extending from his brow line, yet his eyes were still alight with panic. "Don't come closer!"
Gunfire as Sam caught up and released three bullets in quick succession. The thing above flapped twice, having been hit but recovering quickly from the strike as it flapped to regain the lost altitude.
Castiel shrieked outwards- angelic voice ringing louder than any human could shout, "Brother! Please!"
"You are fallen. Those who have disobeyed are smote." It responded, voice almost calm if not for the faintly angry tone.
Castiel swallowed, face pale as he looked obviously terrified of whatever they were against. He casted a desperate look to Dean, about to open his mouth to speak, or perhaps apologize-
"Fallen are mine! You will not harm a feather on him!" A new voice shrieked.
Sam jolted, eyes widening at the impossible familiarity of it. Castiel jolted upwards, looking up to see.
The six winged creature faltered, flapping twice from its position above the barn. From beyond the barn another form appeared. It was angled in such way it looked as it originated from the barn- perhaps using it as a vantage point to propel it into the other attacking angel. There was a loud crack, like a tree falling as the two beings collided and tumbled, flailing with wordless shrieks.
They hit the ground, perhaps just one hundred feet to the right of the three. The ground rose in a large poof of dust, wings still flaring and flapping in a dizzying mixture of dazzling gold and something black or darker in general.
"Enough!" The more commanding of the two voices roared, the thunder clapping as it propelled the recent arrival off, slamming into the ground close enough for the three to practically touch its wings.
And it stood.
Dean aimed and tried to fire, cursing when the gun gave a hollow click of missing bullets. Sam fumbled, trying to snatch his own gun. Before his grip was recovered, Castiel instead reached out with his arms redirecting the gun while his eyes were wide with surprise.
Lucifer stood, back to the three with wings partially spread. They were- and they thought Cas's wings were damaged.
The other angel righted itself, revealing itself was Michael wearing Adam just as he had the day they were shoved into the pit.
"Dean." Sam gasped, breaths quickly becoming near hyperventilating as Lucifer turned his head part way, allowing him to look although not taking his eyes off of Michael.
"Yeah Sammy. I see him too." Dean muttered, easing himself between Sam and the angels.
Lucifer turned his head back to Michael, who was very slowly folding his huge, beautiful wings looking as if spun from gold. They glimmered in the sun, and Dean had no doubt they were the most beautiful things he had ever seen.
"Lucifer." Michael spoke, voice stolen from Adam as he tilted his head slightly, "You escaped."
Lucifer gave a dry smile, "I did. Cage not agreeing with you?"
A pause as Michael dared take a step, Lucifer's wings flaring out even more, the web of burned vanes and empty protruding spines formed a patchwork spider web that acted as a curtain between Castiel and the Winchesters.
"Castiel is fallen. As is foretold by Heaven, all fallen are to be cast out and killed." Michael spoke, voice emotionless while Lucifer said nothing, only taking another step to put himself between the two.
"Cas, what's going on?" Dean muttered, Castiel shifting himself so his two working wings formed a protective barrier around the two.
"I am fallen." Castiel explained simply, swallowing roughly as Michael took another step, a glowing aura starting to build around his body.
"You will not touch him!" Lucifer shrieked, eyes flaring before what Sam and Dean assumed was grace- enveloped him.
For a split second the ratty decrepit wings seemed to be masked, glowing with long white feathers so beautiful Michael looked like tainted metal in comparison.
Then it was gone, and Michael had stumbled back.
"Leave. Castiel is under my protection." Lucifer growled back, and although Michael had wings actually able to fly- Lucifer just held his posture in such way that promised possible lethality.
Michael paused before giving a barely recognizable nod and turning, jumping and flapping before managing to rise high in the sky and out of sight. Lucifer tracking him as he ascended.
Then he turned, eyes only for Castiel as he observed his injuries. One step and the wings around Sam and Dean tightened. Lucifer took notice, looking at both of them before giving a wry smile.
"Dean...Sam." He acknowledged, this time eyes drawing to Castiel and his state of grace, "It seems we have much to discuss."
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IchigoMoonCutter: I'm going to use that as- its not strong enough. Don't worry, i'm seriously contemplating that idea.