You hear of Michael and Lucifer the most. Archangel Michael, the first, the strongest, the most loving and protective angel a person could ask for. He was the 'medium's' favourite go-to guardian angel. Then Lucifer, the big bad, the evil that manifests in the greatest of classic stories. It's hard to find someone who would describe him as anything besides a fallen angel and bad influence- not that he could particularly disagree. But at one point, he'd been favoured just the same as Michael. And it was always those two. Yes, God created quite a few Archangels that should have all been at about the same rank above every other type of angel, but that was never the case. They all longed to see their Father again, but none had truly had a connection with him, and certainly not to half of the extent Michael and Lucifer got to enjoy for a short period.

Then, old daddy dearest left without an answer, without a comment, and without a farewell, even to His closest sons. He left them the throne- and the Cage. Michael certainly took advantage of that fact. His word became known as God's word, and angels followed it without any type of hesitancy. His brother certainly enjoyed the power, and the freedom, that he'd been given. There was no contest to decide who should hold the power. Michael wanted it, and he didn't misuse it. There was no problem.

Except for the one issue that had driven him away in the first place- from both Michael and all of his other brothers. The eldest among them quickly forgot all manner of gratitude for what he'd been left with. There grew a calm fury in him with each passing day, one that left no room for proper order nor thankfulness for the opportunity to provide what he thought Michael had been wishing for, ever since Earth had been finalized and Amara locked away. While most angels were kept oblivious to the fact or mourned his disappearance, the Archangel Michael allotted himself only anger.

That's what had sparked the idea in the first place. Give Lucifer what he wanted. What both of the older brothers wanted. What every angel wanted, because not a damn one of them could change their hardwired robotic selves. It took an incredibly long time, but he watched over the centuries and recognized where the plan was coming into shape. He'd felt the power the Winchesters held as vessels since their arrival in Springfield and knew it couldn't have been a coincidence.

Michael and Lucifer might have agreed on something, but it didn't mean they hated each other any less than before. They simply hated God the most, and they would do whatever it took to get his attention or piss him off- most likely, they preferred both. He'd left soon after he heard news of this plan. He really wanted no part in any of this.

Humans, as he came to learn, deserved far more credit than they'd ever been given. They certainly didn't have an ounce of power in comparison to even the lower ranking angels, and none of them could rival the wisdom Michael had- if you only considered being able to recount events as wisdom. In the few times that he had ever taken things seriously, he had come to learn that some humans were wise in ways that normally weren't apparent, and that might never have been considered by his brethren. They had so little power, so little time to spend actively working, and yet they accomplished something beautiful: art. In all his "infinite" power, Michael had never created. He had simply served.

And yet, there was no denying the oldest angel. If Sam and Dean Winchester had been chosen to fulfill a desire which had festered thousands of years, he wouldn't be the one to get in the way now. Maybe this would bring their Father back. He'd always been the Hermes of the angels, anyway.

Thinking thus, Gabriel watched as the brothers played their roles, a human now with wings close in their stead.


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Who better to write about on April Fool's than the trickster himself?