Michael felt white hot rage flow through him as this idiot seraph had the nerve to attempt to attack Sam right in front of himself and Lucifer. He didn't quite understand why he felt such rage, since it wasn't too long ago that he would've attacked the boy, but he didn't care to understand either. It wasn't important in that moment. The only thing that was important was seeking justice.

Michael made an upward motion with his hand, lifting the brazen seraph off the ground. "You dare attack not just once, but a second time right in front of us?!"

The angel looked in fear. This bravery had completely dissipated in the face of the eldest archangel's wrath. "I…I thought you want the abomination destroyed, sir?"

Again, Michael was faced with anger he didn't know how to explain. Hearing the word 'abomination' had for the first time left him angry, even though he'd said it himself many times. "That is an error you won't live to regret, Vashti." With that, he snapped his fingers and watched as the angel's body completely imploded.

Michael was far from satisfied. He had intended to finish the rest of the cowards off as well, but the Earthquake that was being caused by Sam's out of control Grace got worse. The Grace Michael used to kill Vashti probably made the situation worse.

Lucifer snapped his fingers, transferring the five remaining angels to cells. He was tempted to finish what Michael started, but helping Sam was more important than revenge. They could be dealt with later.

Lucifer immediately went to go to his nephew's side.

"Lucifer, wait!" Michael yelled. It was too late though. As soon as Lucifer got close to Sam, he was thrown away from the Nephilim.

Lucifer pulled himself up off the floor just as Michael made his way over to him.

"He can't control his Grace. It's trying to protect him, and it sees anyone with Grace as a threat. We're going to have to stifle our Grace before we can get near him.

Lucifer nodded and did his best to push his Grace as far inside of him as he could.

Michael did the same, and then both archangels cautiously made their way over. Michael knelt down and winced as he got a good look at Sam's upper left wing. It was torn up pretty badly. The rest of his wings were flapping uncontrollably, to the point where Michael had to work hard to avoid them.

Lucifer knelt on the other side of his nephew. He went to touch him, but then thought better of it. He didn't to possible cause Sam to lose control worse. "Sam."

Sam could barely hear what was being said. He was in so much pain. He'd been hurt before, but never like this. This was the worst pain he'd ever felt. Plus, he felt like his Grace was engulfing him, which didn't feel so good, as it felt like it was draining him.

"Sam, you're safe now, okay? We're going to help you," Lucifer promised. He could barely keep his voice steady. Seeing his nephew like this was breaking him.

Surprisingly, Michael wasn't doing much better. He could see the agony all over his young nephew's face. It reminded him very much of Gabriel when he was in pain. And with those thoughts, Michael realized something. Never once had he recognized this boy as his nephew, not even in his own mind. To him, Sam had been nothing more than a being that shouldn't have been created. Michael never saw him as a part of his family. But right now, he realized that that was exactly what Sam was.

Sam didn't respond to Lucifer. He simply continued to yell out and squirm on the floor.

Michael tentatively reached out and place a hand on Sam's head. "It's okay, Sam."

Sam flinched for a second, but then realized that the touch was not painful. It was in fact very gentle.

"It's over, little one. We will not let anyone hurt you anymore," Michael promised.

Lucifer looked at his brother in shock. He hadn't seen his brother like this since before he rebelled, and Michael cast him into Hell. He was so gentle. He was the brother that Lucifer loved.

"M…Michael?" Sam asked with pain in his voice.

"Yes. I know this is a lot to ask right now, but we need you to attempt to calm yourself down. Your Grace is out of control right now because you are so afraid, and we can't help you until it calms," Michael said. They didn't dare try to heal Sam until his Grace calmed down. It wouldn't even tolerate the presence of their Grace right now.

"S…sorry," Sam ground out.

"No, it's not your fault, Sam. You couldn't control it. Plus, it is a good thing it happened. It protected you long enough for us to get here. But you're safe now. We just need you to calm down," Lucifer said.

"I…I don't know if I can," Sam said.

"Just try to think of a safe place. Take your time," Michael said as he gently ran his fingers through his nephew's hair.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Meanwhile, Gabriel had been with Dean when all Hell broke loose. He'd been chatting with him when he heard an angel's scream blast through 'Angel radio'. He hadn't had much time to dwell on it before a massive earthquake began. He was immediately able to tell that it wasn't a normal earthquake, and given the scream he'd just heard, he was sure it had something to do with Heaven.

"What the hell's going on?" Dean asked.

Gabriel raised his hand and used his Grace to ensure nothing would hit his son during the quake. He kept this up for nearly an hour before it finally ended.

"What the hell?" Dean asked again.

"No, not Hell," Gabriel said.

"Bobby!" Dean suddenly exclaimed.

"I'll go check on him," Gabriel said. He went outside and found Bobby on the ground, pinned under some debris. He waved his hand and everything on top of Bobby flew off of him. "You okay, Bobby?"

Bobby groaned and pulled himself up. "Yeah, I'm good. What the hell was up with that? Earthquakes rarely hit this state."

"That wasn't a natural quake," Gabriel said as he looked towards the ceiling. Something was wrong, and he was terrified that whatever it was might have involved his son.

Bobby could tell what Gabriel meant by that, and that he was quite worried. "Go. I've got Dean. Just come back and tell us what's up when you can."

Gabriel nodded and disappeared.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

The first thing Gabriel did when he returned to Heaven was go to the house. He became increasingly more worried when Sam was not there. Then, he wondered around looking for answers. There were angels all over the place quite shaken by the events. Gabriel stopped a few of them, but none of them knew anything that Gabriel didn't already know.

Gabriel flew to Lucifer's office after that, but there was no sign of him. He even checked Michael's office, but no one was there either. Then he decided to go see Castiel.

Castiel was with several members of his garrison looking worried.

"Cas," Gabriel called out.

Castiel immediately ran over to his older brother.

"What happened?" Gabriel asked.

"I'm not sure. All I know is that an angel was hurt so badly that they caused an Earthquake that rocked Heaven. I can only assume that it hit Earth as well. But to my knowledge, not seraph has that power," Castiel said.

"They don't. Cas, I can't find Sam," Gabriel said with fear in his voice.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Michael and Lucifer were still by Sam's side, who was beginning to calm some. "You're doing well, little one. We'll be able to help you soon." Michael said.

"Maybe we should test the waters a little," Lucifer said.

Michael nodded. "Sam, our Grace is stifled right now. I'm going to allow some of it out, alright?"

"Okay," Sam groaned.

Michael allowed some of his Grace to the forefront. He then felt a little flare from Sam's Grace. It was essentially telling him to tread lightly. "Not yet."

Lucifer nodded.

"I'm sorry," Sam said.

"None of this is your fault, Sam," Lucifer said firmly.

"It is. They…. They tricked me. They said you wanted to see me," Sam told Lucifer.

Lucifer felt anger build up as he learned that those bastards had used him to get to Sam. They would be punished severely, to the point where they would wish they'd received Vashti's fate. There would be no mercy. "It's not your fault that you were tricked."

"I…I wasn't even supposed to be out there. I was supposed to go back to the house, but I didn't. My d…dad's gonna be mad," Sam said. He'd been so stupid. If he'd just done what he was told, this wouldn't have happened.

"No, he will not be angry at you," Lucifer promised.

"Gabriel will understand that this is not your fault. You must understand that as well," Michael said.

"It's partially my fault at least. It's my fault it got this bad. I didn't fight them. I…I didn't want to hurt them, and I didn't want to prove them right about me," Sam said.

Michael closed his eyes sadly. That was on him. Michael had said so much to Sam about how he was a danger. His nephew had held back because he was afraid that he was right.

"D…did I hurt them?" Sam wondered.

"No, but we will," Michael swore.

"We should give healing him a shot, Mike," Lucifer said. It had been over an hour. He couldn't bare seeing his nephew in pain any longer.

Michael nodded. "Sam, listen to me. We need to start healing your wing, but it will not be as simply as any angel healing you've seen in the past. Your wings hold the majority of your Grace. For that reason it takes longer to heal. We will need to do it in stages within the next several hours. And this is the most important thing you need to know. It is going to hurt, a lot.

Sam gulped just at the prospect, but he couldn't imagine it hurting anymore than it already did. "O…Okay."

Lucifer looked at his brother and nodded to him. Sam was already responding to his Grace. It was best that he did it.

Michael placed his hand on Sam's injured wing and pushed his Grace into it.

Sam screamed loudly.

Lucifer grabbed his hand. "It's okay. It's gonna be alright."

Michael took his hand away after a few seconds. "Okay. It's over for now.

Sam was breathing heavily. Things felt a little better now, but it still hurt quite a bit.

"Let's get him out of here," Lucifer said as he stood up.

"Sam, we're going to take you to the infirmary. You'll be able to rest," Michael said before getting up.

"What about my dad? Where is he?" Sam asked. Even if he was sure his father would be angry with him, he wanted him. It might seem weak and childish, but he wanted his father.

"We're going to get him," Lucifer promised.

"I'm not sure teleporting or flying him is the best idea with that wing. I think we should get him on a bed and wheel him there," Michael said.

"Agreed," Lucifer said. He snapped his fingers and a stretcher appeared underneath Sam.

Sam was a bit startled by the sudden feeling of a bed under him, but he got over it quick, and was glad for small comfort.

Lucifer began speaking on 'Angel Radio'. "Gabriel, I need you to meet us at the infirmary. Everything is alright."

Michael and Lucifer carefully wheeled Sam out of the room. As they walked, several angels looked on. Some looked shocked, and some even looked horrified at the Nephilim's condition.

They got halfway to their destination when they ran into Gabriel. "Oh, Dad! Sam."

"Dad?" Sam asked.

"I'm here, son. Everything's okay," Gabriel said in broken voice. He looked over at his son's injured wing and nearly fell apart at the sight. Someone had torn his son's wing almost to shreds.

"I'm sorry, Dad," Sam cried.

"No, son. Whatever happened, it isn't your fault," Gabriel said as he ran a hand through his son's hair.

The stress and the power surge from earlier finally took its toll on Sam and he shut his eyes, quickly falling asleep.

"What the hell happened?" Gabriel demanded to know.

"Let's get Sam to the infirmary. I swear, we'll explain then," Lucifer promise.

Gabriel nodded and took a hold of one of the rails of the stretcher, leading the way to the infirmary.