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So this chapter will be…very strange and it might be confusing. Work with me, though. I have no idea where this idea came from but my muse really wanted it to be written. And I'm sure that it's not entirely how things would have gone but like I said…just go with it.

Your amazing! Hope this is good for you.

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Chapter 56: Freaky Sunday 8:

Castiel felt his heart clench tightly when he couldn't find Michael anywhere. He darted his eyes around but couldn't see anything but smoke and ash.

He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It tingled through his entire body, making his wings shiver. He stared at Lucifer, whose eyes were full of determination "I know how Michael's grace works," he almost shouted over the noise "Go over there," he pointed to where Castiel could see Gabriel, Sam, Michael and another angel. He nodded and walked over to them.

"Castiel?" Sachael asked, her bright blue eyes lighting "Is it really you?"

Castiel smiled "Sachael!" he said, his voice filled with shock "I've missed you! I haven't seen you in years." He then pulled her into a tight embrace which she returned. It was a moment later when there was a crack. Lucifer groaned as he hit the pavement beside his brothers. He shook his head and jumped back to his feet; smoke billowed from a few burnt feathers but he quickly returned to Dean, who swatted him away easily once more before returning to a pack of shapeshifters that were barreling towards him.

"I'm going to go and try something," Castiel said when Lucifer slammed into the ground beside them again.

Dean had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that his entire body was lit with power and it was the most thrilling feeling he had ever experienced. Agonizing rage was streaming through his veins as images flashed through his mind. They were memories of some sort and they were radiating from the grace inside of him. The memories were something like a flashback. He was living them through eyes that were not his…

He was high up in the air, charging towards an unfamiliar man. Well, the body he was residing in was unfamiliar but Dean could see the bright, blinding white light from a grace protruding from the man. Huge and arched immensely brilliant white and blue wings were played around the man. Six of them, unfurled; two were beating languidly up and down to keep the angel suspended; two were curled around the body in defense while the last two were arched and pointed like daggers, snake-like and ready to strike. His eyes were filled with hurt and confusion.

"Please brother," he bewailed, his angelic voice piercing the skies they were in. The sun was smeared in dark gray and deep purple clouds, causing them to feel as though encompassed in a gloomy blanket. Lightning was striking down, bright and hard as heavy rain pelted over their faces. The harmony of battle drowned the roaring of thunder

"Lucifer," Dean said, realizing he was not speaking but he was in the mind of the one doing so. He was beginning to realize just what he was experiencing.

"Please brother. Don't do this," Lucifer shouted, his voice filled with grief.

Dean felt the grace inside of him coiling in agony and despair.

"I have to do this, Lucifer," Dean said, knowing he was Michael. He could feel the distress and heartbreak it was causing the archangel.

Lucifer's wings were glowing vibrantly in the storm but his eyes were filled with dejection "You do not have to do this," he was shouting "I'm your brother! I love you, Michael."

Dean could feel the anguish tearing through him at those words but Michael stood strong, lifting a sword that was heavy with more than just celestial steel. Flames licked up through the blade even in the rain. Lucifer perked up, his wings expanding wider.

"I'm sorry Lucifer…this must be done. You must pay for what you've done," he said and Dean felt a power building inside of him, enhanced by the raging emotions. It was as though a spark flickered in the grace, igniting a full-blown nuclear bomb of energy that was being directed towards Lucifer. The amount of strength that radiated through his entire being made Dean wonder how a human vessel could contain it. Lucifer nodded solemnly before taking battle stance. Michael dove after him…

Dean winced as the memory pierced through the grace inside of him with an agony that was like no other. It made the power in him brighten substantially and all he wanted to do was tear everything apart. He didn't even realize he was kneeling on the ground until he felt hands on his shoulders trying to pull him up. He would have never known Michael was holding that much pain inside of those memories. He always put on such a front that anyone would think he was perfectly fine. But if those memories always caused him that much pain and regret, Dean had no idea how anyone could handle it. All he could think about was Sammy. If he had to do something like that to Sam…he would never live with himself.

"Dean?" the deep, gruff voice was asking.

Dean lifted his head, trying to snap out of it. Everything around them seemed to go silent as Dean tried to break through. He felt a hand on his cheek and he lifted his gaze to stare into those inhuman cerulean eyes.

Dean blinked a few times then turned to where he could see Lucifer's grace and wings. They were not quite as bright as the memory portrayed. In the memory, his wings were a brighter white than anything Dean had ever seen. Now they were a deep ebony with just hints of that brilliant light. Even his grace seemed somewhat dull and darkened. He realized that Hell must have really taken a toll on Lucifer's angelic being. It made Dean's stomach turn when he thought about it.

Dean then turned his eyes to Michael, who was being protected by Lucifer. Dean then turned his eyes to Sam, who was already running over, apparently aware that Dean's fit was over. How he wished it was. Dean hated the way that memory made the grace twist and turn and burn. He would never be able to look at Michael the same. He had always thought of Michael as nothing but an emotionless warrior. Though Michael said he regretted doing that to Lucifer, Dean never really believed him. Not until now.

"Dean…are you okay?" Sam asked, kneeling down beside his brother. He moved a hand to Dean's face, wiping away a few tears that were straying down.

Dean took a deep breath and nodded, wondering why they were concerned about him. He turned his eyes to scan the city which was in ruins. Smoke poured into the air, buildings were crumbled to the ground. A huge storm was brewing in the sky, darkening the streets to almost look like night. Bodies littered the ground, some of them appearing to be wrinkled and desiccated; some were burnt to a crisp but most of them just had their eyes burned out of their skulls. He could feel the wings on his back shaking out of control.

The rest of the group then decided to come over and make sure everyone was okay. Dean had thought it everything was fine and the memories were done but the instant a loud clap of thunder shook the ground, the grace inside of him reeled into another flashback. Dean could feel himself lose control again.

Dean was now diving deeper and deeper into a darkness. He could feel the celestial being in his grasp. The bleeding and heartbreaking cries from the angel in his clutch made him feel like his grace weighed a million pounds. It was only a few seconds before the angel was being released to the darkness.

The agony he was feeling was even more powerful than the first time. The glorious light of Lucifer flashed in the pitch black hole for a moment before fading into nothing. The sound of his screams still rang in his ears, causing the grace to feel like liquid ice. He stared for a few seconds that felt like centuries before darting back up to the stormy skies.

"Dean!" a voice was screaming. It sounded faded and low behind the pounding in his ears. He took a deep breath, the immense power flashing through the grace and wings of his body. He could feel his hands clutched around something. There was tugging on his feathers and hands grasping his skin.

Once he was able to focus, he narrowed his eyes to his hands. He was instantaneously met by piercing cerulean blue. Those eyes were enlarged and filled with fear as he gazed up at Dean.

"You have to stop," Sam was shouting behind him. He sounded muffled and Dean assumed that Gabriel was covering him with wings.

Dean felt his heart clench and his stomach flip when he realized he had his hands dug deep into Castiel's stomach. The angel was screaming in agony with a white light starting to shine through the ocean blue of his eyes.

Dean gasped and wrenched his hands away, several emotions already bubbling and about to overflow. His eyes stung as tears pooled through them, spilling down his cheeks. A sob tore from his throat unwillingly as he stared at Castiel, lying on the ground, blood rushing from open wounds. Lucifer was leaning beside him, his eyes filled with anguish as well. Dean could see the grace in Lucifer also beaming slightly through as though he were being attacked as well.

Dean winced when he felt a fist of white light slam into his cheek.

"Stop it," Michael's voice growled "You don't know what is going on."

"Did you see what he just did to Castiel!" Gabriel snarled furiously "And what he did to Sam!"

Dean's stomach plummeted once more as he stole a glance to the side of him where Sam was sitting on the ground, holding his crimson red stained face.

"Sammy?" Dean choked "I'm so sorry."

Sam turned sympathetic eyes to Dean "It's not your fault," he said, trying to stand up. Gabriel pushed him back down with a wing.

"Don't you dare try and make excuses for him. That idiot just lost his temper," Gabriel said, moving his gaze back to Michael, who was glaring angrily. Dean lifted his eyebrows when he watched Michael take a swing at Gabriel, who didn't even more an inch. Michael hissed in pain for a moment as he held onto his injured hand. He ignored it after a second, pointing a finger at Gabriel "You have no idea what you are talking about."

Michael spun around, walking over to Dean.

"Cas?" Dean asked moving his eyes to his angel. Castiel was sitting up, shaking his head as though trying to rid of a headache. He turned those bright blue eyes to Dean then shoved Lucifer away. He ran over and pulled Dean into his arms.

"Thank goodness," Castiel whispered. He pressed kisses all over Dean's head, not even caring that he could feel Michael's grace in the body. He was just relieved to have Dean back to normal "What happened?" he pulled away to stare into Dean's eyes.

Michael sat down beside them, his eyes filling with despair as he shook his head "I'm so sorry you had to go through that," he whispered, his voice cracking.

Dean lifted his eyebrows "Did you see it to?" he wondered.

Michael nodded "I believe these bracelets connect our minds," he said lifting up his arm.

Castiel's eyes lit with rage when he watched the almost invisible golden thread linking them.

"You!" Castiel hissed "How dare you."

"Cas…he had to. That demon would have taken me," Dean said quickly, placing a hand on his angel's chest as his fists clenched.

Michael just stared at Castiel, feeling an array of emotions. He understood exactly how Dean felt for Castiel. The love was almost overwhelming and made him wish he could have someone to feel that for.

Castiel took a calming breath. He composed his features "Well, I am connected with Lucifer," he said.

Dean bit down on his lower lip as he realized Lucifer felt exactly what he did to Castiel. He was surprised he wasn't killed during the loss of control. He gazed around at the ruins of what used to be a city. There was nothing left standing for what appeared to be miles. All he could see was a tint of orange from flames in the dark smoke billowing from all around.

"You did it," Sachael's voice shouted.

Everyone turned to her as she ran over, holding her hands up excitedly. She seemed merely unfazed by the lash out and damn Dean thought she was gorgeous even covered in soot. Her eyes were even more blue than Castiel's and the grace within her vessel was even lighted doused in cerulean. It hadn't been nearly this bright and beautiful when he saw her before. He wondered if that memory or the blast of power he had just used made everything more visible.

"The chain!" she said excitedly "It's gone," she held up the broken chain for evidence.

Castiel smiled warmly at her "So you will return home? Father is back."

Her eyes lit brightly "Is he?" she asked "I've missed him dearly."

Dean didn't like the way she was beaming at Castiel with the love-sick puppy dog eyes. He ground his teeth "You two know each other?" he asked.

Castiel's wings twitched and he stared down, light pink flushing into his wings. Dean wondered if that was how angel's blushed.

"Sachael gave me my first kiss," he put emphasis on kiss.

Sachael giggled slightly "I was. I kissed him and touched our wings and he ran away, tripping over his wings."

Dean felt jealousy pierce through him at the knowledge and Michael felt it immediately, wondering what the new emotion was. He had never experienced it. He turned confused eyes to Dean and noticed the feathers twitching and darkening.

"Are you okay?" Michael asked "I can…I can feel something…not sure what. Are you mad?"

Dean sighed and ran a hand down his face. He forgot his jealousy, having it replaced with amusement.

"He's jealous," Gabriel said "I wouldn't blame him. At least Sachael would never hurt Castiel."

Everyone turned glares at him and Gabriel pointedly ignored them, continuing on "Throw a little hissy fit and almost kill everyone you care about. What were you thinking? What made you snap like that because if you don't have proper reasoning, you better watch your back."

"You will not touch him," Castiel growled, closing a wing around Dean.

Dean could feel another round of anger beginning to rise but he pushed it back, learning some self-control.

Dean turned to Michael for help of an explanation.

Michael sighed and blinked a few times, turning back to Gabriel "He was…he was having a flashback…"

"What kind of flashback causes that?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"It was a flashback of mine…from that day…you know what I'm talking about," Michael said awkwardly, not wanting to think about it again.

Gabriel's expression immediately softened and his wings relaxed. He stared at Michael for a moment before his gaze moved to Lucifer, who was just staring at Michael and Dean with curiosity. He obviously knew what they were talking about. Everyone seemed to have an understanding but nobody dared to say a word about it.

"So how do you break the chains?" Castiel asked "I am getting quite annoyed with Lucifer's antics."

Lucifer opened his mouth and held a hand over his chest "I'm offended, Cassie. I am not that bad."

Sachael knit her eyebrows "I'm not one hundred percent sure but I believe it has to do with mutual understanding."

"Meaning?" Gabriel asked "As in…Sam and I both have to want to break the link?"

Sachael nodded "I think so. Though now I believe death has a part to play because Andy – the demon who took me – definitely did not want to let me go."

Dean stared down at the realization of how many people he killed during the blast wave of archangel wrath. He didn't care about the supernatural creatures but he might have killed other angels and possibly even humans. That made his stomach turn as his eyes grazed over the bodies piled in the streets.

Gabriel and Sam stared at one another for a moment, each silently agreeing to let go. They both closed their eyes and a moment later, a clink onto the pavement indicated the bracelets around their wrists broke and fell. Sam grinned "Sweet. I feel better already."

Gabriel narrowed his eyes at him "You know you miss me already."

Sam rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the others.

"Alright Dean, break away from Michael," Castiel barked, his voice somewhat bitter with Michael's name. For some reason, that irritated Dean to no end and he was debating not letting go of the link. He glared at his angel.

"You can't just order me around like that," he said.

"Oh really?" Castiel asked, arching an eyebrow.

Dean nodded "Really," said firmly.

"Enough bickering," Gabriel said "I want to get out of here."

"Stop it Lucifer!" Castiel snapped, spinning around to the other archangel who held up his hands innocently.

"I'm not doing anything," he said.

"Just stop," he growled.

Lucifer smirked once Castiel turned back around. He let images of naked women making love flash through his mind, sending them in Castiel's direction.

"Lucifer!" Castiel snarled, jumping at him in anger.

Dean sighed and turned to Michael. He closed his eyes as he began to loosen on the link binding them. He could feel hesitance at the other end and he lifted en eyebrow, peeking open an eye to stare at Michael.

Michael could feel Dean pulling away from the link and already, he was starting to feel alone. He didn't like the loneliness he felt as a human. There was no way to push the emotions back like he does as an angel. Being connected with someone made him feel more alive than he had in years…even if it was just a strictly platonic link. He wasn't ready to lose that yet. He hesitated, wishing there was a way to stay this way.

"Who isn't cooperating?" Castiel asked, noticing how the link between the two men was remaining strong. Lucifer groaned behind him, holding his forearm which was snapped in half.

Dean and Michael stared at each other in understanding. Dean could sense why Michael was afraid to break the link and he could also feel embarrassed he was to mention it.

"It's me," Dean said, turning his eyes to Castiel "I'm not really focused. I think I'm still trying to calm down from the burst."

Castiel stared at him, blue eyes full of suspicion. Those eyes glazed over and anger filled the angel's face "I'm going to kill you, Lucifer," he growled. He closed his eyes, trying to break the link but Lucifer pointedly held onto it.

Castiel glared "Please release the hold," he said slowly, ridding the new set of images Lucifer sent his way. They were of two men doing something that made Castiel gasp.

Lucifer chuckled "I'm having too much fun. This is one of the best torture methods ever," he said.

Dean closed his eyes, wondering if he could speak to Michael through the link. He was amazed when he found he could.

'Michael, you really need to let go so we can return home and back to normal,' Dean said.

Michael visibly jumped in surprise, turning his eyes to Dean. A moment later, Dean could hear him.

'I don't know how to,' he said.

Dean took a deep breath, releasing the hold again. There was another hesitance at the other end but Michael finally let go. Instantaneously, Dean felt completely alone. He hadn't realized the comfort and warmth of having another person's mind connected with yours.

He blinked and stared at Michael's saddened expression before noticing everyone's eyes on them.

"What?" he asked.

"You two were having one of those creepy stares," Sam said, grinning.

"They were having a moment…how precious," Gabriel said, placing a hand over his heart.

Castiel turned his jealous eyes to them.

"Woah calm down Cas," Dean said "We weren't. I was just helping him break the link. He didn't know how to."

Castiel nodded and turned back to Lucifer. He closed his eyes to try and break their link again but Lucifer ignored it, whistling tunelessly and picking at his nails.

"Knock it off Luci," Gabriel said "You're going to get yourself killed then we'll all be screwed."

"You guys all suck," Lucifer said, closing his eyes. He sent one more flash of a naked woman spread eagle before breaking the binding in a matter of seconds. He opened his eyes, grinning proudly at the horrified expression on Castiel's face.

"I know where we should go next," Dean said excitedly. He now knew exactly how to fly where he wanted and he wasn't nearly ready to go back home. He stood up and spread his wings, pointing the feathers for flight. He quickly grabbed onto Michael and Sam's arms then took off just as everyone shouted at them.

"Dammit," Gabriel growled once the three of them disappeared. This time though, Dean allowed a clear path for them to follow. Gabriel took off after them, followed by Lucifer.

Castiel turned to Sachael, who was just smiling warmly "You seem really happy, Cas," she said.

Castiel beamed and nodded "I am. I love Dean very much."

She smiled "I can see that. I'm so happy for you," she said, letting her wings extend. She had never felt so free in a long time. She just wanted to go back to Heaven; to her home.

"Thank you," Castiel said, letting his own wings expand "I'm happy to see you alive."

Sachael let out a soft laugh "You've grown so much from the cold little angel I once knew," she said.

Castiel chuckled "Humans can do that to you," he said.

She nodded "I cannot wait to meet my own charge," she said.

"Do you know their name?" Castiel wondered.

She shook her head "I don't," she said "But I will be going to see them soon…not visibly of course. Some humans can't handle meeting their angel."

Castiel smiled as he remembered the first time Dean met him. He gave her a tight hug "The water hasn't been the same without you."

Sachael laughed and shook her head "I like this Castiel much more."

Castiel nodded "I will see you soon."

"Bye Cas," she said, letting her wings thrash as she took off. Castiel followed suit though moving to the path Dean and the other angels had taken.

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Okay, so I added Sachael in here…she was in one of my other stories. ^-^. I have a question…

Does anyone like her? If you do, who would you like to see as her charge? Bobby maybe? Garth? Anyone else you can think of?