Ok so there may be some stuff which I make up and not be fully legit in the next couple of chapters but I'm sure they wont be so bad that people will beat me with keyboards. Bare with me, trust me.

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Give your burdens to the Lord, and he will take care of you. He will not permit the godly to slip and fall.
Psalms 55:22
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Micah almost felt her world fall around her.
As Castiel fell to the ground, Osael moving away as Alex charged at him, Micah hesitated running to his side.
If he was dead, she didn't know what she would do.
But she still needed to check and so ran to him, turning his head gently towards her so she could check his pulse.

He was alive, but he was so cold it almost burnt Micah to touch him

'What have you done to him?' she yelled. Glaring up at Osael, she tried to put all her anger into her eyes but she felt her fear creep up on them as Osael sat back down, folding his arms casually.
'I swear if you do anything that will kill him I'll-'
'You'll what, Micah Wymond?' he laughed at her, and Micah could only respond by looking away to Castiel. 'You're just a hunter, you cannot hurt me. Plus, I did nothing to hurt your precious little friend, my brother. I'm trying to help him as much as you are.'

Alex had stopped his attack, settling to keep his gun aimed at the strange man, who just gave him a disapproving look.
'Why don't we all just relax.' He chuckled, flicking his fingers. Guns vanished and Alex huffed, sitting behind his desk and pulling out a stack of books.
Osael curiously watched him, frowning as he leant forward.
'What are you doing?'

Alex didn't look up, just sighed heavily as he flicked through the books.
'Trying to find out how to kill you.'
Osael laughed, his voice tinged with agony as his hand pressed harder onto his wound.

Micah just stared down at Castiel, praying that he would be alright. Panic broke out in a cold sweat as Castiel twitched violently, face marked with pain.
'He will be fine,' Osael hissed, Micah frowning up at him through her hair, 'he should survive.'
'Should? Shouldsurvive?' she lay Castiel on the floor carefully, getting to her feet as she debated with herself to either attack him while he was injured or gain as much information out of him as possible.

'Yes, should survive.' He stood slowly, Micah terrified as wings spread wide behind his back. She gave a glance to Alex, but there was no surprise or shock on his face at the wings, just caution as he grabbed a letter opener. Osael stepped over Castiel, his blue eyes not leaving Micah as he frowned.
'I hate humans; they always think they can be strong with just their voice. Well I can tell you now, I can take your voice and leave you with no way to leave my ears aching,' he advanced forward, eyes angry and lips baring a snarl. Alex moved quickly, opening a draw and threw Micah a gun. She caught it, aiming it straight at Osaels chest who just smirked.

'I thought we had been over this.'
Sharply he spun around, his hand plunging straight through Alex's chest. He gagged and Micah cried out, too stunned to shoot. She knew somewhere deep down that it would be useless. Alex stiffened, choking on blood before he collapsed on the floor, blood pooling around him.
Micah released a strangled sob, the tear she had been trying to hold fell from her eyes as she blinked.
She had not felt this way for years and she glared at Osael, who grinned as he turned. Wings tucked in slightly, and Micah pushed aside her sorrow.

'So weak, just a simple… broken leg,' at his words, Micah felt pain splinter through her leg, forcing her to cry out and fall on her side, 'a small pinch of an artery…' Micah could hear her blood pounding as he chest ached, feeling as though it was about to explode. This was toture and Micah groaned, the metallic taste filling her mouth.
'Just kill me already.' She moaned, Osael squatting in front of her as he fiddled his fingers in her hair.

'I can see why Castiel likes you. You seem different.' He smiled, patting her face. 'Can you see these?' he pointed to his wings and as Micah's eyes traced the feathered limbs, Osael grinned even more, clicking his fingers. Micah felt herself being put back together again and with a blink of her eyes she found herself sitting in a chair. Castiel was lying on the bed, pale and not breathing.

Instantly Micah put her ear to his chest, praying that Castiel was still alive, that he would survive.
There was nothing and Micah feared the worst. With a sob she fell to her knees beside the bed, hand on his chest as she tried not to sob.
'You should not give up on him so easily.'
She didn't need to turn and look at Osael, she was repulsed by him.
A thump under her hand made Micah gasp.
Castiel gulped in air and Micah sat up, watching and waiting for his eyes to open but they never did.

Osael was sitting in a chair opposite her, eyes darker now as he watched them. Soothing her rage, she followed his gesture to sit in the chair; there was no way she could fight him.
He had simply spoken and Micah had been injured, had almost died.
'Who are you?'
'I am Osael.'
Rolling her eyes, Micah gave her full attention to Osael, who grimaced as he shuffled in the chair.
'Why did you save Cass before?'

Osael's eyes flickered to Micah and they changed…sadness?
'I could not let Kamael kill him.'
'Because you wanted to?' Micah snapped and that sadness in Osaels eyes was replaced with a sharp anger.
'No! I want to help him.' His gaze lingered on Castiel, 'you have no idea how important he is.'
Micah took in everything she could of Osael.
Mid thirties, above average height, pale skin with intense blue eyes and short shaved dark hair. There was nothing there to suggest he was any sort of monster, but then again with the world the way it was now, creatures were learning to adapt.
But the wings, what the hell or… heaven was going on?

'Tell me.'
Osael looked up at her, a stupid grin on his face as he shook his head.
'I never thought I would be sitting here with an ape, explaining to it things it will never understand.'
Micah tried not to look insulted, just remained with a firm face and posture as Osael surrendered.
'Castiel here is not like you.'
'Could you tell me something I don't already know?'
Osael smirked.
'I like you. You're not like other humans who tremble in fear, too afraid or ashamed to even beg for mercy from an angel.'

Micah had to blink a few times.
'An angel? Like the fluffy white wings, dress and a harp angel?'
'You have seen my wings, do they look fluffy?'
Micah held onto her laugh, but it vanished as her eyes fell on Castiel. It Osael was his brother, did that mean Castiel…
No, it had to be wrong, this had to be a joke, some sick prank, but she had seen his wings, and her cousin lay dead downstairs. This was far, far from a joke.

'Yes, Castiel is an angel.' Osael answered the thought that was giving Mica a headache. 'A fallen one, but one none the less.'
Micah didn't know what he feelings were doing, the horror and the shock evident on her face.
She barely knew the man, hardly knew who Castiel was and just as she had made up her mind to find out, she had to find out in this manner.
'How did he fall?'
Osael chuckled, 'through the clouds.'
Micah snapped her head up to glare at Osael; she did not feel like jokes anymore.

'I meant why.'
Osael leant forward, elbows on his knees as he wiped a hand over his mouth, the hurt in his eyes changing into pride as he watched Castiel.
'We angels serve god; that much you should know. Most of the time angels fall because they choose to. Sometimes, they do something that angers god so much that he casts them from their homes by his side to live as cockroaches on this earth.'
Micahs mind was running wild with all her thoughts and questions.
How was Castiel an angel? What had he done to anger god so? Why did Kamael try to kill him?

'I thought God was the forgiving kind…'
Leaning back in his chair, Osael smirked.
'Not for Castiels actions.'
There was an uneasy silence, the sun close to setting outside. She had no idea time had gone by so fast but then again, the angel in front of her may have something to do with that.
'God didn't have pity of the angels that sinned. He had them tied up and thrown into the dark pits of hell until the time of judgement.' Osael met Micahs eyes, her ears taking in what he said with a slight frown. 'Peter. Wise man.'

Shaking her head, Micah held it in her hands, hanging it low to hide her face from Osaels eyes.
This was all too much.
'This is Castiels time of judgement. I am here to make sure he has a chance.'
Leaning her head back, Micah sniffed and held in her tears, bringing her blonde hair over her shoulder as she returned her gaze to Castiel.

'How can I trust you?'
'You cannot. But you must. There are some, some like Kamael that wish for Castiel to be dead but I do not want that.'
Micah saw now the care he had every time he looked at Castiel. He had a weird way of showing it, but it was there.
'Why?'

Osael sighed, obviously still uncomfortable with the idea of speaking with a lesser being but Micah had no problem with it. If he wanted fear, if he wanted begging, he was not going to get it.
'Not that long ago Castiel returned to heaven, his search for God a failed one.' Micah had thought there was no such thing as God, but if he was missing then that could explain the apocalypse and all the shit that had been happening all her life. 'Our brother Raphael was in control. Castiel challenged him, taught us that we had freedom, we had a choice.' He smiled to himself, still watching Castiel as Micah listened carefully.
'We respected him; we loved him even as he led us into battle. He thought of nothing else but winning for our sake. It consumed him so much that he betrayed everything and became God.'

Micah was sure that her heart missed more than a beat; air locked in her throat.
Castiel a God? She couldn't see it but the seriousness in Osaels eyes was enough for both of them.
'But of course, it didn't last long. It killed him and God had no mercy for those that challenge him, false idols and he cast him out.'

Micah felt a tear slip down her face, wiping it away quickly.
'His memories?'
'Locked away in his mind; God is cruel but he does not do anything without a reason. He guided you to him, he allowed Castiel to live, to have a new life.'
It was a strange feeling, to be told that God had led her to Castiel, that of all the people in the world he chose Micah to find and look after him. Rubbing her eyes again, Micah frowned now.
'So this, his judgment is him remembering everything?'
Osael nodded slowly, leaning back weakly.
'And if he survives…'
'He will be the Castiel he once was. He will not have his powers, but his soul will be fully restored.'

'Where is his power?'
Osael chuckled again, Micah finding her own question silly.
'Once he wakes, he and I shall find it and everything will be returned to normal. He will guard Sam and Dean Winchester and restore the order in heaven as I believe he will.'
Micah felt her heart squeeze painfully.

If Castiel returned to serving heaven, if he went back to being an angel for the Winchesters, then he was dead to Micah. She had no place beside the angel Castiel; he would be lost to her.
Burrowing her eyebrows she glared at Osael before resting her eyes on Castiel, who remained still and silent on the bed.
'I am sorry Micah but this is the way things have to be. I understand how close you and Castiel had become. But it was only temporary.'
'No, it doesn't have to be anyway I we don't want it to be.'
'How do you know what Castiel wants?'

Micah bit her tongue, hard enough that she had to swallow back the blood.
Suddenly a gasp pierced the silence, Castiel lurching up on the bed. She leapt from her chair, holding his shoulders and she leant over him.
'Cass? What happened, are you alright?'
Slowly he sat up, Micah relaxing her grip as he seemed to have the colour restored to his cheeks and the warmth to his flesh.

Osael also sat up straight, eyes hopefully as he waited for Castiel to speak.
'I, I remember… everything.'
He looked from Micah to Osael, who now wore a triumphant grin.
'What do you remember?' Micah pushed his messy hair from his eyes, that seemed brighter now, speaking softly to get him to focus on her.
'I'm an angel of the Lord.'

That was it then.
Micah fell back into her chair as Castiel sat there, lost in thought. Osael was smiling but Micah could feel her world shattering into pieces.
She never learnt, she had told herself over and over not to get close to Castiel, to leave him at the next gas stop but she never did and now this had happened.
Sadly she looked up at him, hoping that he would see her sorrow and hold her, speak to her but he looked at her with a mix of torment and anger.

'Cass?' her voice broke over his name as she stood but he still didn't move, he looked away from her to Osael.
The pieces of her world were ground into her own soul until it bled.
Castiel hadn't said anything to neither her nor Osael but she could just tell the distance between them was larger than that of heaven to earth. It was no longer safe and warm, it left Micah cold and alone. The burden of all this information, of everything that had been done and what was to come Micah didn't know how she would survive. She had sworn she would never let herself fall again, to be so humiliated, crushed… weak but she had honestly thought that perhaps her curse had disappeared.
She was so wrong.

Micah was falling herself, and she wanted Castiel to catch her but the man on the bed was not the Castiel she had fallen in love with.

Not my best again, I just had sooooo many ideas that I picked one and before I sit there and change it again and again and again I shall post it. Like the last chapter, I will come back and may end up edit/changing it.
Thank you loyal readers, I really do love reviews because they can help me improve if anyone has any comments. Seriously, love them, good and bad; I still write anyway.

I love writing, so it good to have people read it. Hopefully nothing will stop me from posting for you guys.
We are nearing the end... well... closer than we were twenty chapters ago and looking for new things to start planning. If anyone has any suggestions, I'm all ears.

Silver-Kirin
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