Hello! Thank you for the positive reviews! I made sure to update as soon as possible, since I hadn't gotten any reviews on the newest chapter of my other active story, Heaven's Little Angels Have a Dark Side. So this is what I stirred up for you guys. Enjoy!

Preparing for his meeting with the Righteous Man, Castiel tried to groom his wings the best he could. He failed miserably.

The feathers, if they could ever be cleaned back to their former glory, were blocked from him by the melted oil that had hardened into a flexible crust on his wings. The blackness was smoky, barely even letting off a dull shine. Not even the purest water in Heaven could heal his wings. So Castiel was left with wings of blackness that left every angel thinking the same thing: Castiel has the wings of the Morning Star.

And Castiel examined his human hands aimlessly, trying vainly to block out Lucifer's constant intrusion. "Go away, Brother," he muttered under his breath. "You are no longer allowed to have contact with Heaven. You are Fallen. I am not."

Tsk, tsk, Castiel. Has this taught you nothing? Rescuing that filthy human from my kingdom marked you. You have braved the fires of Hell, little Castiel. No angel has survived that- except for you, of course.

"I can't be like you."

Says who? God? Oh, wait- God's gone.

"I have to go. I have to meet with Dean Winchester in person. He is not able to hear my true voice or see my true form. I thought he would be able to. But now I must descend to Earth."

Ah, the home of the mongrels. I'll be with you, every step of the way. Not to worry, Castiel. The Morning Star will light your way.

"Leave me alone." Castiel stood up, flying up to report to Raphael. "I'm going to reveal myself to Dean Winchester, Brother," he announced, bowing his head in deference to the archangel.

"Very well. Carry on." Raphael waved Castiel away, and the young angel spread his blackened wings and plunged to Earth, feeling the added pull of the spell that Dean and his friend had cast on him. He arrived in a flutter of feathers.

A barn? Pretty shabby, I must say. Lucifer's voice was scathing as he used his link with Castiel to appraise his brother's surroundings.

"Yes, well, apparently privacy was the objective here," Castiel replied absently. "I guess it's time to reveal myself." He raised his hands and let lightning and wind shake the barn, announcing his presence. He then blasted the door open and stepped inside the barn, choosing to burst the light bulbs for emphasis. He saw Dean Winchester, alive and well, standing by a table with his friend, Robert Singer. He felt the bullets rip through his vessel, but he repaired the wounds without a second thought.

Very good, Castiel. Now just walk up to them.

And Castiel did. He heard Dean ask, "Who the hell are you?"

Castiel locked eyes with the human- he could see the memories of Hell burning in the human's green gaze- and replied, "I'm that one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition."

"Yeah, thanks for that," Dean snarled, and then he lunged with his demon-killing knife and stabbed Castiel in the heart. The blade's presence barely registered to Castiel, and he deliberately pulled out the knife and dropped it to the ground with contempt.

The next few moments were a blur to Castiel, and the events seemed almost unimportant as he put Singer to sleep and introduced himself to the hunter. But then the Winchester man blatantly displayed his lack of faith. So that left Castiel no choice. He let his wings spread in the celestial plane, letting lightning show the massive shadows on the wall. He would've shown his true wings, but what hunter would trust a black-winged angel?

You'd be surprised, little one, Lucifer broke into his thoughts.

Castiel monotonously began to explain that he had pulled Dean out of Hell, routinely answering the human's hard-headed questions. "Because we have work for you."

But the little human already cracked the levee, and when the levee breaks, guess who'll come flooding into Earth?

Castiel turned away from his intense eye battle with Dean Winchester. He had traveled into the future to see what would happen if he befriended this man and tried to destroy the Apocalypse. It would lead down a long, winding road towards his imminent death at the hands of God's most ancient creations. Lucifer, he whispered through the thread of connection with the Fallen archangel.

Yes? Lucifer's voice was silky as it slipped its way into Castiel's mind, sweeping around .

What would happen if I were to free you and aid the Apocalypse on your side? Would it all change?

Little Castiel, naïve brother, you know that it will change. But first you must change yourself.

How?

Castiel, you already know that.

Remind me again so that I am sure of what I am getting into.

You must Fall.

Castiel glanced backwards at the hunter that waited for him to respond. This was the Righteous Man, the beginner of Lucifer's release and the reason why Castiel's wings were now the thick, oppressive black that they were now. But maybe there was a reason for everything, a grand destiny that ruled over all of the Lord's creations, that governed even him. Maybe this fate, this calling, was Castiel's true destinatin in existence. So he locked eyes with Dean Winchester and called to his older brother, the Morning Star.

"Yes."

And then blackened light exploded from the barn as Castiel, the youngest angel of the Lord, Fell.

Yes, the Morning Star whispered from the depths of Hell, overwhelmed with compassion for this truly connected brother of his. Castiel, now we may strike. Now we can unleash the Apocalypse.

So, what did you think? It'll pretty much be a rewrite of the series from here on in, seeing as I screwed with anything that happens since the beginning of Season 4. Review, please!