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Don't ask me what happened at the end of this chapter...well...spontaneity XD

Chapter 6

It took Castiel a bit until he realized the spoken words.

He? A Seraphim?

This was completely impossible!

As far as he knew Seraphim had six wings and he would have probably noticed it if there were more than two wings on his back!

No matter what game Lucifer played here with him, he didn't like it. Not at all!

"Have you listened to your own words? This is utter bullshit Lucifer! Me? A Seraphim? This is not possible."

Castiel shuddered when his brother grinned at him.

"It's not impossible. They let you believe the whole time you were just a small angel who has to do the dirty work for them, isn't it so? In truth, they have ensured that you forget your true identity, which also applies to your real power. Castiel, can you imagine what a power you possess?"

The young angel needed some time to register the spoken words and the whole damn situation.

He couldn't believe what his big brother was saying...or didn't he want to believe it?

What if Lucifer told him the truth and his brothers and sisters had lied to him all the time?

"Just think about what you could do Castiel. You would even be able to fight against Michael."

The usually stoic-looking Angel narrowed his eyes and gave his brother a menacing look.

"Is that so? If I can fight against Michael, then I can certainly fight against you! Lucifer. Why would you kidnap me and brought me here if you know about the power I possess? Isn't that suicide?"

The fallen angel laughed softly and almost gently he stroked through the young angel's hair.

"I know that you don't have the courage to kill your big brother."

"Don't challenge me Lucifer!"

"Or what? You don't know how you can unleash your power. The other angels have blocked it in case you had not noticed. Only once they have allowed you to use a portion of your power, but you surely have already forgotten it, am I right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Have you ever asked yourself why you've managed to raise this human, Dean, from Hell? That would be a bit too much for a small, normal angel, don't you think?"

Castiel paused, seemed to consider and yes he had to agree with Lucifer.

He had often wondered why they had sent him to hell to save Dean when there had been so many other, much stronger, angels out there.

"Do you see now what I mean brother?"

Lucifer's voice brought him back from his thoughts and his hard face softened and he slowly nodded his head.

"Your words begin to make sense. Often I have wondered why they sent me to hell to save Dean. They could have taken one of the archangels but they have chosen me. I'm beginning to understand your words..."

"It's good that you understand it brother. I mean you no harm. I never wanted to. But you have fallen as I am and I know how it feels to be an outcast and you are one now, aren't you?"

Castiel lowered his eyes and closed them briefly.

"Yes, I am. I've noticed how the other angels treat me since I've fallen. Raphael told me I am no longer loyal to our father because I didn't obey my orders..."

"And these commands not even came from our father."

"Yes, I know brother..."

Lucifer stood up without a word and stood behind Castiel's head which made the younger angel shudder.

"Shhh calm down Castiel, I will not hurt you. I'll now take off the shackles and then you can decide what you want to do."

And Lucifer was true to his words.

He loosened the shackles on Castiel's wrists and ankles and the young angel immediately sat up and covered his nakedness with his hands because he still felt very uncomfortable to sit completely naked in front of his brother.

Lucifer chuckled and turned around and took something of a table which stood not far away from them.

"Here Castiel, I'm sure you'll recognize these garments."

Instead of the usual trench coat, the suit jacket and white dress shirt, Lucifer now held out a bright robe to him. The robe came together with a silver breastplate, which was used as some kind of armor. There were also pieces of armor for the arms, legs and the hips.

Lucifer grinned when he saw Castiel's slightly befuddled look and he put the robe on the table next to Castiel, stepped back and watched the other with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What is this?" the young angel asked after a few moments of silence.

"This, little brother, is the armor that you have once worn as you fought together at Michael's side against me and my angels. It was long time ago and you probably can barely remember it. You were very young..."

"W-what? Wait Lucifer, I can't believe you. Seraphim don't fight!"

"Don't tell that to me, tell it to our big brother if his mind has remained fairly normal."

"How am I to understand that now?"

"Michael called all the angels in this battle, even those who had never had anything to do with battles."

"You mean...he has sacrificed them?"

"You can see it like that. Yes. You're one of the last great angels who are still alive."

Castiel narrowed his eyes again.

"That's a lie! Our brother would never do such a thing! He was always fair, to all of us. Even to you!"

The fallen angel narrowed his eyes.

"Oh yeah? Was he? Even when he threw me into perdition? You call this fair?"

The young angel opened his mouth, but he didn't find the right words and therefore he bowed his head shamefully at the floor.

Lucifer came to his side, put his finger under his chin and lifted his head.

"One day you'll understand Castiel. Everything I've told you is true. Whether you believe it or not is your business, but be sure brother: Unlike our brothers I do not lie. What you'll do now should be your concern. You can crawl back to these pathetic naked apes, or you can stay here and let me teach you how you can use your powers."

His chin was released and the morning star took a few steps back.

"Think about it Castiel."

His lips curled into a small grin again.

"I'm sure we'll meet again soon, little brother..."

And the next moment Lucifer was gone, leaving Castiel back alone.

The young angel sat there in silence, tried once again to realize everything.

He could hardly believe what Lucifer had told him, but it just had to be the truth, because his words made sense and when he looked at the robe next to him he could feel that it seems familiar to him.

Still silently, he stood up and grabbed the robe and pulled it over his head.

This was followed by the armor which he tied around his arms, legs, waist and chest.

The only thing that was missing now was a sword and he would almost look like his big brother Michael.

With a soft sigh on his lips, he closed his eyes, paused briefly in this position and seemed to consider, and the next moment he was gone.

He needed some time for himself now...