Kevin walks down the hallway. He nervously plays with his fingers and keeps his head down not wanting anyone to see how scared he is. It was a simple instruction distract Raphael yet why did it sound so hard to achieve?

Because it's Raphael. If he suspects something is up I will be toast!

The Prophet didn't know why he even agreed to this.

Paradise. Oh yeah paradise that's why.

He groans and shakes his head.

It better be worth it.

The thought of the warm sun on his face made the worries wash away. Kevin is doing this for himself. For once in his life he is putting himself first. No more running around for winged dicks no more translating stupid tablets once Kevin is in the other world he is officially retiring from being the Prophet of the Lord.

Michael.

Screw Michael Kevin is not going to serve him either. This is a one time deal once they are in the other world Kevin wants to be alone...well not completely alone he wanted female company getting a girl is his ultimate goal.

Kevin stops outside the younger archangel's study. He raises his hand to knock.

"Come in!"

Kevin sheepishly lowers his hand. Of course Raphael would know he is outside. The Prophet opens the door. His courage suddenly vanished when his eyes met the archangel's. Kevin swallows the lump that formed in his throat and puts on a shaky smile.

"Uh...uh."

"Prophet?" Raphael raises his eyebrow. "This better be good."

"I umm uh ummm uhhhh."

"Spit it out!" The archangel snapped. Kevin jumps and his face goes as white as a ghost. Raphael looks him over. "You're hot."

"Hot?" Kevin squeaked.

"Yes you're sweating...you're sweating a lot."

"Oh!" Kevin laughed nervously.

Raphael places his hand on the Prophet's head.

"You're burning up."

"Am I?"

"Yes." Kevin coughs and that caused the archangel to become alarmed. "You're coming down with a fever."

Fever?

"I'm fine really."

Kevin squeaks when Raphael cups his chin and turns his head side to side.

"You don't look good." The archangel mumbled.

That's because I'm on the verge of a freaking panic attack!

"Is this a side effect from the tablet?" Raphael asks.

" The tablet? "

Then Kevin had an idea. He clutches his head and moans. Raphael takes a step back.

"What's wrong?"

"Headache." Kevin lied. He runs a hand down his sweaty face. "It hurts so much."

"Come here."

Raphael puts his arm around the Prophet and leads him to the couch. He carefully lies the kid down. Kevin moans and rolls round. The archangel stops him and lifts his head. He puts a pillow behind the Prophet and lies him back down again.

"Better?" Raphael asks.

"Why did you have to destroy all the painkillers." Kevin muttered to himself.

"Um..." Raphael scratches his head looking uncomfortable. "Michael got carried away."

"The son of a bitch."

Raphael chuckles.

"Who needs painkillers." The archangel places his hand on his chest. "When I can just heal you."

"Oh yeah how stupid of me." Raphael moves towards him Kevin turns away. "I don't know."

"What do you mean?"

"As you said this might be a side effect from the tablet maybe we should let it go on its own cuz you know it's not a natural illness."

"I have to try. I can't have you sick not while we are so close."

"Paradise?"

"Yes yes." The archangel said with excitement. "Now if you let me have a look."

Kevin is about to protest but Raphael's eyes glow and he places his fingers on Kevin's head.

Kevin put up a wall not wanting Raphael to see his thoughts. Raphael frowns and tries to search for anything unusual. He couldn't find anything. The Prophet seemed fine.

Raphael removes his hand and looks at the Prophet's face.

He's not sweating anymore. I must have done something right.

"How do you feel?" Raphael asked.

Kevin remained silent. He could say he is fine but that would mean Raphael would tell him to leave and Michael would be at risk of getting caught.

I need to keep him here longer.

"Sentio fatum." ("I feel weird.")

Raphael raises his eyebrow in surprise. Kevin sits up and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Vere fatum." ("Very weird.")

"Why are you speaking Latin?" Raphael asks.

"Huh? No te escuché." ("I did not hear you.")

"Now Spanish?" The archangel frowned.

Kevin pretended to look shocked. His eyes widen and he mumbles a string of curses. He even let out a few Enochian ones to worry the older being.

"Stop!" Raphael grabs the boy by the shirt and pulls him forward. "What the Hell is wrong with you?"

Kevin gives him a goofy grin.

"You're cute when you're mad."

Raphael drops the kid and anxiously paces the room. Kevin giggles and makes a little pop sound. While to some that might be hilarious to Raphael this is disturbing.

The tablet has broken the Prophet of the Lord. Raphael had no idea how to fix him.

"Kevin do you know where you are?" Raphael asked hoping the tablet hasn't affected his memory.

Kevin cocked his head and thought about it for a few moments.

"School, are you my new professor?"

The kid broke into a fit of giggles. The archangel roars and punches the Prophet. Kevin's head snaps back and he falls on the couch with a loud thump.

Kevin looks up at the archangel. He then shakes his head

"Call that a punch? You punch like a girl."

Raphael didn't bother to answer. He sits down on the chair and runs a hand down his face.

This is going to take a while.

After gathering the ingredients Michael makes his way to the secret room. He constantly kept looking in all directions fearing that someone is going to jump out. The archangel tried to stay calm but the prisoner wouldn't leave his mind.

"This is not going to work."

Michael rolls his eyes. He couldn't forget about Dean Winchester following him around and being incredibly annoying.

"It will work." Michael said with confidence.

"You trust Kevin? Kevin of all people to distract an archangel."

"He might be small and nerdy but that kid does know how to keep a conversation going. One time he spoke about physics the conversation lasted two hours." He chuckled. "He drove Puriel crazy. Raphael will not kill the Prophet."

"He could kick him out."

"We better hope Kevin can pull of those puppy dog eyes." Michael smirked. "That will get Raphael to listen." Dean raises his eyebrow. Michael smiles and looks ahead. "He got me a few times. Used that trick to get out of reading."

"You let him?"

"Humans burn out eventually I allowed the Prophet to have breaks. Seeing him so exhausted it...It made me uncomfortable I honestly couldn't stand the sight of it so I told him to rest. Then..." He sighs. "...there was the nightmares. After Linda Tran's death Kevin was a mess every night he woke up screaming for his mom. I went into his room one night and I was that close to making him suffer. I planned to whip him into shape force him to confront his nightmares head on I couldn't have a Prophet that was weak. When I saw him that night... I couldn't do it which was unusual because I killed every human without battering an eyelid but Kevin I couldn't even raise my hand to him. I removed the nightmare and replaced it with something pleasant I did that every night until the nightmares stopped completely."

"Does Kevin know?"

"No. I didn't want him or anyone to think I was weak."

"How does that make you weak?"

"I was a General Dean! I was in charge of this world if they knew I was helping a kid that would affect my image my reputation if Raphael knew he would use it to his advantage to get me off the throne."

"To do that for Kevin...you care about him."

Michael paused. He looks down and ponders over what the hunter said.

"I do." Michael faces his reflection. "I guess I didn't realize until now. All the kid wanted was his mom so I granted his wish once his work was done I gave him the order. While I still think what I did was wrong to Kevin the boy was finally getting the peace he deserved. In a way his death was a blessing in disguise. Raphael had to take that away." Bitterness showed in his voice as he spoke. "I remember how excited Kevin was to go to paradise I promised I would take him. I will take him."

"Michael." Dean sighs and folds his arms. "We can't keep bringing everyone to my world because..."

"Because..."

"Their not our people."

"You were happy to take Bobby's people."

"That was for mom."

"You don't like it."

"No it's just..."

"You feel pushed out, you feel like an outsider." Michael nods. "The Bunker doesn't feel like home anymore."

"Stop looking into my head." The older Winchester snapped.

"I am right."

Michael couldn't help but being a bit smug. That only seem to piss Dean of even more.

"You think you know it all then you should be able to tell me why that is the case." Michael opens his mouth then closes it. Dean huffed a laugh. "Turns out no one wants to be friends with the douchebag's prom suit."

"Dean."

Dean was gone and the archangel was left with his own thoughts yet again. Michael sighs. This always happens. Dean and Michael would start off good then topics like this gets brought up and it immediately causes they relationship to crumble and Dean would hate Michael's guts again.

Michael wasn't expecting it to be smooth. Dean is not going to forgive him overnight these sort of things take time. Michael brushes off the guilt and continues towards his destination. When he reaches the room he expands his senses and searches for his brother. He smiles when he senses his brother and the Prophet's soul.

Good Kevin has him distracted.

Michael places his hand on the handle and pushes it open. His eyes look through the dark and he recognizes the cages swinging in the air. His eyes stop at the cage that had the prisoner inside.

There you are.

Michael walks slowly towards the cage. He kept his focus on the prisoner and made sure he didn't do anything that could freak the prisoner out. The prisoner had his head down just like in the dream. Michael places his hand on the bars and puts on a gentle smile.

"Hello." The prisoner remained quiet. "My name is Michael what's yours?"

The prisoner suddenly became tense and he backs away into the corner of the cage.

"I'm not here to hurt you..."

Michael's voice trailed off when the prisoner revealed his face. The archangel gasps and takes a step back.

"No." Michael whispered in shock. "It can't be you."

This isn't a hallucination, this isn't Michael's mind playing tricks on him this is real. Michael goes forward again and wraps his hands around the bars.

"Gabriel?"

Raphael has tried everything. Kevin showed no signs of getting better. It went from singing songs to now running around the room making monkey noises. Raphael has always said human are mud monkeys but that didn't mean he wanted them to become actual freaking monkeys.

Kevin is jumping on the couch and shouting "Banana!" After banana was mentioned the ninth time Raphael finally snapped.

"WE HAVE NO BANANAS!"

Kevin yelps and falls back on the couch. The Prophet curls into a small ball when the archangel towers over him. Raphael reaches out and pokes at the small form.

"Look at me!" He ordered.

Kevin pokes his head out. His hair falls in front of his face. Raphael pushes the strand of hair out of the kid's face and sighs.

"I don't know what's going on with you all I can say is the tablet has messed you up. The damage is irreversible. I have no choice but to..." The blade comes out of his sleeve. "...to kill you."

The archangel presses the blade against the Prophet's chest. He stops when he sees a flicker of hope in the kid's eyes.

Wait a minute.

Raphael pulls away.

" Kevin?" Raphael narrowed his eyes. "You wanted me to kill you?"

Kevin looked confused Raphael wasn't stupid he saw the look of pure joy on the kid's face when he was that close to killing him.

How did Raphael not see this sooner.

The archangel growls and yanks the Prophet by his jacket. He pulls Kevin up to his feet.

"YOU LYING LITTLE WORM!"

He throws the kid into the wall. Kevin hits the wall and tumbles on to the ground. The Prophet scrambles away as Raphael charges at him.

"I already made it clear death wasn't an option for you! I already warned you what would happen if you tried something like this again." He grabs the kid's by the ear. "Off to the dungeons we go then."

"That wasn't my intention!" Kevin squeaked. Raphael raises his eyebrow. "He made me do this." Kevin's voice shook. "Michael he told me to distract you."

"Why? Why would he do that?" Kevin looks down. Raphael forces the kid to look at him. "Answer the question Prophet?"

"He is going to paradise...without you."

Raphael drops the kid. Fury shows on his face. Within seconds Raphael was out of the door and heading towards his brother's location. Worry grew inside him when he reached the secret room. His eyes widen when he sees the door open. The archangel goes to the entrance and sees his brother with the prisoner.

"Michael!" Raphael yelled.

Michael turns round. Kevin runs to Raphael's side. He mouths "I'm sorry" to Michael.

"Brother." Michael glared at him. "How could you keep this from me?"

Raphael walks up to him. He folds his arms.

"Kevin told me your plan." He replied ignoring the older archangel's question. "Going to paradise without me."

"Admit it brother, you never planned on taking me with you. You wanted the world to yourself."

"You destroyed this world!" Raphael grits his teeth. " You don't deserve to rule another one. "

"You think you are any better?" Michael snorted. "Tell me how is Gabriel here I killed him."

" I told you, you are so crazy you can't even tell what is real. Like me Gabriel was an illusion. " The archangel laughs at his older brother's confusion. "That's right." Raphael nods. "Few weeks after you 'killed ' Gabriel and went to paradise my angels found him in the woods. Pulling that trick on you drained him he was so weak it was easy to capture him."

Michael glances over his shoulder. Gabriel looks right through him. Michael wasn't sure if Gabriel is fully aware on what's going on.

"I got him under control." Raphael said reading his brother's thoughts.

"If you had Gabriel here all this time why did you not get the spell from him."

"I believe in fate." Raphael smiled. "When Kevin told me you and the humans return I thought it was important why would the Prophet have a vision about you if it didn't mean anything. I thought you must be my key to paradise. I must learn everything from you including the spell. Are those the ingredients?" Raphael's eyes flicker to the vial of blood sticking out of the older archangel's pocket. Michael's face screws up making Raphael grin. "I take that as a yes."

"You're not going to paradise." Michael clenched his fists. "I'm not letting you hurt another human."

"Whoa." Raphael gasped. "Did my brother just defend a human?"

"Yes." Michael slams his brother into the wall. "I did. I took father's words and became a whole new man...archangel I should say. Why am I back here?" He smiles. "I am going to stop you." He grips his brother's jacket. "I am going to get every person who you have as a prisoner out of here including Gabriel."

"Why?" Raphael shakes his head. "Why Gabriel? You tried to kill him! You killed our Gabriel!"

"It was a mistake."

"Mistake?" Raphael laughs. "Murdering our brother that was a mistake?"

The archangel's eyes flashed with rage and he suddenly shoves Michael off him. The shove sends Michael into the cages.

The impact of the crash causes Gabriel to gasp. He blinks a few times and his eyes become clear. He looks down and sees Dean Winchester on the ground looking half-dazed.

The Winchesters are here?

Hope fills Gabriel's chest. When he looks at the older Winchester again he saw something else. Grace he saw grace inside the hunter.

Oh no. Gabriel thought with realization. Surely he didn't.

The archangel leans forward and presses his face against the cage. He recognized his older brother's form. He couldn't be Michael. Michael is in the cage. That means this must be the other Michael.

Gabriel sucked in a deep breath.

Oh shit.

"Dean." Gabriel spoke his voice hoarse. "Why the Hell did you say yes to this big bag of dicks." Michael turns his head and frowns at him. "That's right." Gabriel nods. "I'm talking to you, you asshole."

Raphael grabs Michael and wraps his arm around his neck.

"Don't fight me." The younger archangel puts the blade against his brother's neck. "I will kill you and your precious humans."

"You plan to kill me anyway." Michael replied.

"I don't actually you see dear brother I want you to pay for everything you have done. You and Lucifer tore this family apart, you destroyed this world YET YOU ARE STILL FATHER'S FAVORITE! THAT IS NOT FAIR. FOR YEARS I WAS A GOOD SON BUT I WAS ALWAYS THE ONE THAT WAS PUSHED TO THE SIDE I WAS ALWAYS THE ONE THAT WAS IGNORED IT WAS LIKE I DIDN'T EXIST! WHEN I REACH PARADISE I WILL BE THEIR NEW GOD EVERYONE WILL WORSHIP ME AND YOU MICHAEL WHEN I TAKE CONTROL YOUR NAME WILL BE ERASED FROM HISTORY! THERE WILL BE NO MORE ARCHANGEL MICHAEL!"

"You will never be God do you know why because you're nothing." Michael spat out. "How are you going to make me suffer? Me Michael Commander of Heaven, God's top soldier." He laughs. "You can't break me."

Raphael leans forward and smiles wide at his brother.

" You are about to find out. "

Swinging. That's all he did. He swung back and forth in the cage that soon became his prison. The metal bars clashed into each other but the sound didn't bother him. Nothing bothered him. Part of him knew he should be fighting but the other half of him struggled to accept what's happened.

His companion remained silent since it happened. He was sure his cell-mate was just as shocked as he was.

He tried to close his eyes but the image wouldn't leave his mind. The pain was there as a reminder of what he lost.

Tears roll down his eyes and get mixed in with the blood. His blood.

Back and forth. Back and forth. The cage continued swinging in the same pace. All he can do is look at what he lost. The very thing that made him the Archangel Michael.

It is invisible to the human eye but to angels they can see the whole scene.

A gush of wind goes past. Michael looks up as a feather lands on his hand. More tears fell and he drops the feather and let's it fly away.

The feather floats towards the ground and joins the other feathers that are scattered across the ground. Amongst the feathers are wings that are soaked in blood.

His wings.

"You will never be God do you know why because you're nothing. How are you going to make me suffer? Me Michael Commander of Heaven, God's top soldier. You can't break me."

"You are about to find out. "

His brother's cruel smile was the last thing Michael saw before the younger archangel cut his wings off.

"You are not the Archangel Michael." Raphael shook his head. "Not without your wings. Now you are plain boring old Michael. I'm not going to take your wings away no you can look at them that way you will forever be reminded on what you lost today. You lost a part of yourself that will never ever come back."

Michael lowers his head and silently weeps.

Gabriel watched his alternative brother grieve his loss.