Hello everyone! If you haven't guessed these next chapters will be all about the civil war in heaven. I would love to hear suggestions about what you'd like to see from the Angel!chesters, because right now I don't have much to fill between here and the end and I'd like to have this story be a good length before it's finished. Don't be shy to PM me or leave a review! I'd love to hear from you. Hope you like this chapter! More to come~

The day had started off like any typical day for Kevin. Up at six o' clock in the morning, sharp. Get up, have breakfast (while he was at it solve the sudoku and crossword puzzle in a matter of minutes), then plug in the computer and research, and maybe later go over his tablet notes and try to see if he had time to throw together a few more weapons, just in case the demons came back.

He was working tirelessly until around 8 o' clock. Then, out of nowhere came the strangest sensation. Absolute, pure peace. it wrapped around Kevin like a warm blanket, melting away the permanent tensions in his shoulders, releasing the pent up air in his lungs in a loud sigh.

Kevin put down the book and the ingredients he was holding. For a kid who was made up of 99% motivation, he suddenly felt not one grain of the drive to do anything. He stared at the objects on the table, which seemed so small and insignificant. Then a thought occured to Kevin. I'd like a bath.

The advanced placement Seminar nerd hadn't taken a bath since he was a baby. It was always a million miles a minute for the ambitious kid. After his bath, he climbed out and still felt that overwhelming blanket of peace. I'd like to watch some television. Yet another extremely unchararistic thought for Kevin. He sat in his warm towel and switched on the TV set. Who needs clothes anyway?

"... it has been confirmed that at around 8 am this morning, the bomb that went off-" Kevin's ears pricked up when he heard the news announcer speak; there had been a bomb?

"..earlier this morning in upstate Kansas. A few of US government's troops rushed to the scene, but reported no cause for alarm. This explosion was apparently the suicide of missing person Alfred "Alfie" Christianson, who had gone missing after being fired from his job a few weeks ago. Dental records were matched and confirmed, and his remains are being collected by immediate family for a later funeral service. Why he chose to go out with a bang, we may never know." When a picture of Alfie appeared on screen, Kevin gasped aloud.

He knew that face! That was the vessel of the angel Samandriel! But if only his body was found, what about Sam and Dean, or Castiel? He couldn't have done it alone, could he? "MOM!" Kevin yelled back into the depths of the house, where his mom was most definitely up and probably doing her disciplined morning tai chi and yoga routine.

He went to look back at the television. Now all it was talking about was how the government had responded to the blast and how something of that scale might have possibly been attained. It was going in one ear and out the other.

Kevin's mother came out of the hallway, looking much less rosy-cheeked than usual. The strange, overwhelming peace must have affected her too. "I think they did it. I think they really did it this time. No more demons," he said, excitement rising in his voice as he finally realized what that could mean for him. No more whack job life, he could go to college, graduate, and lead a normal life with a wife and kids...

Kevin whipped out his phone to try and call the brothers and ask about how they'd done it, where they were now, this was a cause for celebration. And that was saying something for Kevin, who the last party he'd gone to was his neighbor Johnny's block party in sixth grade.

Dean's phone rang and rang, and no one picked up. Little did Kevin know, the phone was muffedly buzzing and trilling in the glovebox in the Impala, parked in the dappled shade of an oak tree, while Dean lay, unable to answer, six feet under the ringing cell phone.

"Hm. He's probably just pulling a Sam on me. Well, I wouldn't want to talk to me either at a time like this." Kevin said aloud dejectedly. "I guess I'll just call him back later."

...

Around a week later, Kevin was roughly woken up from a deep sleep. He'd been exhausted, working to try and reapply to colleges, get letters of recommendation, and write essays all while trying to help his mom move back into their old house.

Kevin glanced at the clock. Godammit, what did someone want from him at 2 am?

"Hello, Kevin the Prophet. Bad time?" There came a snarky voice from the darkness, close to the foot of his bed. Kevin whipped around to turn on his bedside lamp and simultaneously threw the bowl of holy water that he still kept on his bedside table at the intruder. The curly dark-haired man simply stared with a 'really?' look on his face as he trailed one hand down his soaking face.

"I'm not a demon. If you haven't guessed by now, they've all been stopped up where they belong." The man gave his head a little shake, and cold water droplets flung from his curls.

"Then who are you?" Kevin asked, reaching for under his pillow where he kept a silver blade and small squirt gun of borax.

"My name is Calcifer, Angel of the Lord, Commanding General of the Recruitement Office for the pro-human army. So I suggest you come with me... if you want to live." He lowered his voice for his last line, and his eyes twinkled maliciously in the dim light.

"I, but, it-" Kevin stuttered, clambering out of bed to stand there shivering in a pair of red plaid boxers and too-small socks with holes in the toes.

"God, kid. I was only kidding." Calcifer cracked a smile. Man, this guy was wierd compared to the stony, very literal Castiel.

"But what happened to Sam and Dean? Or Castiel? Do you know? I've been trying to get in touch with them for weeks, but I don't think they wanted to be bothered, and now I think they've turned their phones off..." Kevin suddenly had to look away. What if what this angel had to say was bad news? They should have called him back by now, even if it was only for a quick chat. He didn't want bad news, especially after he was finally getting his life back on track.

"You'll find out from where we're going. Now hurry up, I've got places to be, people to kill, the usual." Kevin scrambled to hop into a pair of sweatpants and was pulling on a college sweatshirt when he already felt himself hurtling through the air. His feet finally steaded on grassy ground, his sweatshirt halfway on.

"A little warning next time?" Kevin grumbled, slipping on the hoodie. "What do you need me for, anyway? And at this hour?"

His head popped out from the off-red sweatshirt and he looked around with wide eyes. They were standing underneath a tree, which was softly filtering just a bit of the pale blue moonlight. Something black and shiny glinted in the moonlight: a car. No, not just a car, Kevin thought as he squinted his eyes to see in the near pitch blackness. Then he saw the black granite square in the ground.

Kevin was not dumb in the slightest. In fact, it had been his ability to solve puzzles that landed him in the Seminar program in the first place, landing in the 99.8 percentile. So, piecing these few factors together was simple enough. He brought his hands up to cover his mouth, not believing what he knew had to be true.

"They didn't." He said monotonously, muffled through his sleeve-covered hands. He felt that sharp rush in his nose and felt tears prick behind his eyes.

"They did. Did you really think closing up hell wouldn't have its sacrifices?" Calcifer said slowly, seeing how much this upset Kevin. Still, he needed him.

"Why did you bring me here? Why not just tell me about it?" Kevin asked quietly, still not taking his hands from his mouth.

"See this tree? This is what Castiel is resting in right now. And I need you to wake him up and get him back to heaven. Recruitment Office, remember?" Calcifer replied, looking up and squinting into the tree's branches.

"I could have called him back right away. But, I thought, ah, he deserves it. So I gave him ten days to rest." If Kevin wasn't mistaken, Calcifer almost looked like he had a look of admiration on his face. Kevin could tell just by the way he acted that this probably wasn't a very easy thing to win over from him.

"So, how do I do it?" Kevin asked as he stood, shivering slightly and thrusting his bare hands deep into his pockets as a brisk breeze felt like it blew through him.

"I dunno. You're the prophet," Calcifer replied somewhat annoyingly. Kevin gave him a glare. He kind of missed the authoritative, literal Castiel now. "Try touching it."

Kevin reluctantly pulled his ice-cold hand from his pocket and laid it on the rough, splitting grooves on the trees trunk. Nothing happened. Um, I'm not really sure if I'm doing this right, but... Kevin tried sending his thoughts into the tree, and he felt absolutely ridiculous. There was no way if someone had told him a year ago that he'd be woken up in the middle of night by an angel and whisked off to talk to a tree would be believe it. But, here he was.

He looked back to Calcifer, who gave him a little sideways smile and a shrug. Kevin rolled his eyes and then closed them. Castiel, if you can hear me, heaven needs you. Sam and Dean are dead, and your brother Calcifer wants to have you return. At first, it seemed like nothing had happened again. Then, he suddenly felt a little hot under the collar as a bright white light started to shine from the deepest grooves in the tree's trunk. Kevin was too astonished to do anything, so it was good that Calcifer stepped in immediately, rushing to cover Kevin's eyes with two big, white palms and curving his wings inward to make sure the human's eyes were extra shielded.

He looked to see what was happening: the tree was now a pure white, light reaching down through and shining from every tiny branch and leaf. The light began to suck into the trunk, where it shot like a giant white laser beam directly up to the sky. Calcifer looked up at the beam and smiled. It was going to be great to have his brother back. He finally took his hands off of Kevin's eyes and the teenager blinked up at him with wide, shiny black eyes.

"Thanks for that, Kev. See ya around?" Calcifer said with a cocky little smile, and vanished instantly.

God dammit.

Kevin didn't even know where he was, much less how to get home from here. He had absolutely no money or identification. Ah, fuck. Well, he might as well pay his respects while he was here. He slinked quietly to the pitch black under the tree, and he found the hood to the Impala and sat down on it lightly, and looked through the leaves to the tiny gaps were he could see the sky. Thank you. He thought peacefully toward Sam and Dean, wherever they were now. Thanks to them, the world was so much more safe. Thanks to them, he could finally go back to the normal life he'd always wanted.

"You should have some more faith is us angels." Calcifer said quietly as Kevin jumped to find him sitting just next to him on the hood of the car. "You should have seen your face when you thought I'd abandoned you out here, though. Classic." Calcifer said serenely, doing the same thing Kevin had done and glancing skyward. "You're weird." Kevin said quietly, shivering in the cold night air. "I try." A small beam of moonlight streamed through and illuminated one of his pale blue eyes. Kevin could have sworn he'd seen just a tiny flash of a beautiful amber-gold in its depths. They both payed their respects for a little while, and Kevin was much too tired for it to be awkward. He just wanted to get back home into his nice, warm bed.

"C'mon, I'll get you home. Thanks for the help." Calcifer said with a cocky grin. Ah, maybe this guy wasn't so bad. He was annoying as hell, but he wasn't too bad.

Dean watched his brother and Samandriel from inside as they spoke together softly in Enochian, sitting together outside on the back porch on one of those swinging benches. Dean desperately wanted two things; a beer and a nice, long sleep. But neither of which he could have right now.

One thing that had Dean feeling down was Sam was picking up so much easier on their new lifestyle. He'd been fascinated with the new language he'd learned overnight (like the nerd he was) and insisted on long talks with Samandriel everyday. He'd picked up easily on other skills too- moving things, reading minds, you name it and he was working on it. The angels who stayed in Adam's house had taken a liking to their newest addition to the family as well. Sam was always smiling at them with those puppy-dog eyes, starting up conversations with them, aiding them with the little things if they were too injured.

Things weren't going so great for Dean. He had a huge memory block stretching from when he'd awoken in Adam's heaven and when the explosion had taken place. He had no idea as to why either; Sam didn't seem to be having any memory problems. He'd slowly begun to remember each day, and it added to his grief when he was finally able to recall how much trouble he had been for Adam when he'd first arrived.

Adam had been kind in sparing them the details and only telling them the technicalities of how their souls turned. In reality, it was so much less graceful. Sam had been locked off in his separate room, and Dean was in the living room. The binding of the quota to Sam's existing human soul hadn't been too bad- his lasted for about a day, when he finally simply passed out into a deep sleep. Dean hadn't been so lucky. Adam had no idea what to do with himself when, after Sam had already quieted down, Dean kept on screaming. Adam tried anything he could think of to help with the pain, but nothing seemed to help. Dean curled in on himself, screaming out or calling with a worn out throat for Sam or Castiel. Samandriel sat with him each day, only getting up a few times. But when it started getting even worse, and Dean's body looked scarily close to giving out as it sometimes convulsed violently, Samandriel refused to leave Dean's side. Adam was beside himself at what to do, and he couldn't stand that it sounded like someone was being tortured right in his living room. This went on for Dean for a whole excruciating week, before Dean had finally collapsed into absolute exhaustion. It was only after that when he had finally come to.

When Dean remembered this, he stayed away from everyone in the house for a whole day, trying to avoid anyone from talking to him or trying to console him. Adam didn't deserve that from him. God dammit, he hadn't done shit for his little brother when he was alive. They'd been the reason he'd been dragged into the pit in the first place. He avoided his littlest brother's gaze especially that day.

Another thing that added to Dean's constantly expanding guilt were the few 'incidents' that he'd caused. On one of his good days, he'd been sitting at the dinner table and talking with Leilias and Adam, grateful that for once he could enjoy a good conversation. He'd even tried a tiny bit of Enochian with Leilias. Then, Adam had cracked a really funny joke. When Dean laughed, he blew out most of the windows in Adam's kitchen and part of the living room. He'd already felt guilty, even when Adam had insisted it was nothing. Then, Dean had to leave the room when the fragile little human living in a house with overwhelmingly powerful beings had sliced his hand clean open with a piece of glass. Adam kept telling profusely that it wasn't his fault, but Dean wouldn't hear any of it.

Another time he had accidently, unconciously connected directly to the pro-human network. He'd instantly fallen over, seized with so much pain that he was unable to move. If it hadn't been for the kind angel nearby, Torriel, he didn't know what would have happened to him. "It might be in your best interests to not do that right now," Torriel had told him kindly, as he'd had to reach onto Dean's forehead and help him turn it off manually. Dean should have thanked him, but instead he only felt disgusted at himself. He felt worthless and idiotic.

He barely could hold a conversation in Enochian, he had yet to move anything or read a mind, he only sometimes got tiny bits and pieces. The other angels had been friendly at first just like they had been toward Sam, but eventually sort of gave up as Dean kept giving them the cold shoulder and being rude. He felt bad about doing this too, but he just couldn't win.

He watched with tired eyes as Sam tickled Samandriel and he fell into his lap, all while they talked quickly and quietly. From where Dean sat, they almost looked like father and son. They both had the same straight, dark brown hair and innocent look in their eyes. Dean couldn't help but feel bad that Sam never would or could have a real son anymore. If only he'd never stolen him away from Stanford, maybe he would have gotten married, had kids of his own...

Dean was interrupted from his thoughts with a loud doorbell ring. He knew what that meant by now. He'd almost been classically conditioned to jump at the sound; it meant new injured angels were on the way. And there was no telling how severe it would be this time.

Two angels came to deliver the injured, and it looked bad. There were two, a boy and a girl, and one had to be held up as the other stood on his own. This one was holding his face tightly, as beams of light were shooting from between his fingers, and silver blood was trailing down his face down his neck and wicking into his shirt. He would probably be okay, as he pushed his way into the house.

The other one didn't look so good at all. She was bent over, with a long slash all across her chest that dropped down to her stomach. Light was streaming out, and her eyes were closed. Adam needed help getting her indoors, and he frantically searched for anything he would need.

With quick, precise movements, Adam tried spreading on a thick, clear serum and began ripping a glowing wipe tape roll quickly with his teeth as he pressed the pieces onto the gashes, no doubt caused from a blade. The strips glowed and seemed to melt into the wound, but it wasn't enough. Too much was being lost.

There was a loud boom, and Dean felt a sharp tug of pain from behind his heart. The sound set a rush of goosebumps up his spine, and it was very different from before when he'd experienced it. Adam just stared at the charred black wings, disbelief painted on his face.

"No. No, I did everything I was supposed to, I was trying so hard..." Adam's voice started to get waterier and waterier, and Dean pulled him into a hug. It was nice to have a little brother, one that wasn't a head taller than him that could fit into his arms. Adam sobbed into his shoulder, and Dean's wings unconsciously wrapped around the little human.

"You can't save everyone," Dean said quietly, and recalled that Castiel had said the same thing to him just a short time ago. Adam stayed like that for just a little while, but he needed to help the other one now. Adam looked up into Dean's face with extreme admiration, and he pulled away from the hug and wiped his face quickly.

"Come here," He called quietly to the second angel, who had been sitting quietly, holding his face. Adam smeared the clear mixture over the gash, and it seemed to work as a sort of sealent as the light stopped streaming out. He ripped pieces off of the roll with a lot less speed, and the squares seemed to melt into the eye and act as a sort of scab. Adam finished quickly and gave his signature hopeful pat to the man's shoulder, but he got up slowly to walk away. Poor kid, he shouldn't take the whole thing so roughly.

Then, Dean jumped when he heard the doorbell again.

"Really?" He said aloud as he rushed toward the door. Hopefully it was just a Lev posioning this time and not what they had just seen. Adam rushed toward the door as Dean quickly pulled it open. Instead of seeing a few angels with horrible injuries and faces painted with despair, he saw a friendly face.

"Cas!" He cried out happily, as he rushed forward to give his friend a hug. He looked a little different but not by much; he seemed to have chosen a vessel that looked much like his true form. He still had those bright blue eyes and jet black hair.

Dean flung his arms around his friend, and Cas smiled. He actually hugged back this time, not like when he'd stood ridgid in purgatory. He lifted a hand and stroked one of Dean's developing dark gold wings; now Dean understood why Samandriel was such a sucker when Adam pet those tiny white wings. He suddenly felt tension melt away from his shoulders, it felt pretty damn nice.

"It worked," Castiel said happily, with tears brimming in his deep blue eyes. He looked like he wanted to say more, but instead just opted to look at Dean, smiling.

'But why can't he recall?' Dean heard his first full and complete thought, coming from Castiel. Recall what? He must have been refering to the memory block that was still very much in place. Dammit, why couldn't he remember?

"Where is Sam and Samandriel? Are they alright?" Cas asked in his typical low voice, pushing in to the house.

"Yeah, of course, they're on the back porch. What's going on? I thought you were taking a break." Dean asked, following Castiel as he strode quickly through the house.

"I was. I was awoken from it. I have a duty for my side, and you three all have duties as well. We cannot stay in Adam's heaven for much longer. He must do his job and we must do ours."

He had almost reached the backdoor when Dean grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. "What do you mean? Will me and Sam and even Andy have to go out on the battlefield?" Dean asked. He didn't want to admit it, but he was scared. He didn't want anything to happen to him or Sam or Samandriel that he saw come into this house.

"I'm afraid so," Castiel answered softly, turning back around to go out to the back porch. His face brightened again when he saw the two of them sitting together. Samandriel jumped up instantly and ran to Castiel, and Cas bent down and gathered his littlest brother into his arms.

"You shouldn't have worried so much about me. No, I didn't die." Cas almost laughed, as he answered Samandriel's quickly flowing thoughts.

"Sam," Castiel said with relief, putting Andy back on the ground. He wrapped his arms around Sam as well, and Dean noticed that he didn't stroke his dark brown wings. For some reason this make him just a tiny bit happy.

"I hate to bring bad news, but I'm afraid we must leave here soon. The war is speeding up ever since Gabriel joined, and we need all the help we can get."

"Even Samandriel?" Dean and Sam asked at the same time. They both couldn't bear to see the sweet little angel get hurt.

"Especially him. Because of his youth, he may be able to connect to the pro-apocalypse's network, even if for a short while. Also, you must not assume based on his appearance. He may be a child, but he is still very capable of most things."

Castiel looked down at the ground sadly. "We should go as soon as possible. You may say goodbye to Adam, if you'd like. I'd just like to warn you before we set out; heaven has grown very cold since this war has started."

Did he mean that figuratively or literally? Dean wondered, but he was quickly answered as he read another thought from Castiel. He saw in his mind's eye lush, beautiful green trees and grassy feilds,and blue skies filled with pure white clouds. The collective heaven for all angels. Then he saw it as it was now; covered in a sheet of white, barren, with skeletal charcoal-black trees. It didn't look like so much of a heaven anymore.

"When we do leave, you cannot be distracted by the several heavens that may approach you. Heaven for angels is like a...hm, highly efficient search engine. But we must keep going, do you understand?" Castiel asked seriously, narrowing his lovely blue eyes, which were even more vivid in his true form.

Sam and Dean nodded. Heavens would approach them? But they'd lost so many, how would it be possible to resist?