"How long time have you been here?" Lucifer questioned as I sat on a large rock just conjuring small butterflies with small waves with my hand.

"A while" I simply replied.

"Isn't it strange to be down here again?"

Lucifer shrugged as he joined me on the rock.

"Not really, got used to it a long time ago", he admitted as we watched Michael and Adam sitting near the edge of the Cage talking.

"Never thought Michael would prefer a monkey over his siblings."

I elbowed him while glaring at him, but half heartedly, an improvement, really. Being in the Cage with Lucifer for over 600 years really did something.

"Having Adam makes Michael feel slightly better", I reminded him.

"Remember last time we tried to talk to him since you left me to become Michael's punching bag? He's broken. It's a miracle that Adam hasn't gone crazy himself. Poor kid."

"Sorry about that", Lucifer apologized.

We were silent for a while, just listening to the sound of the harsh winds that blew up every now and then, an occasional lighting bolt flashing above us in the sky, nothing unusual. If it hadn't been for Lucifer who'd taught me how to cope with the Cage, I was sure that I would've become like Michael.

We'd begun to create small worlds inside here, which was what Lucifer had done last time while he'd been planning how to get out. This time, we didn't have loyal demons who'd slaughter an entire group of nuns just to speak to us. This time, we had no one.

So instead of planning on how to get out, Lucifer and I simply conjured small pocket dimensions that we'd erase after a few years.

Mostly I was the one with the ideas, since I drew inspiration from pop culture from Earth. We once had recreated TV-land, until I had gotten reminded of Gabriel and immediately shattered the place. Even after 600 years, I still wasn't over his death, even less the fact that it had been Lucifer who'd been the cause of his death. Or Castiel's too, for that matter.

And sometimes, either Lucifer, Michael or I managed to find out stuff that happened up on Earth, for example; Raphael's death.

That hadn't been hard to find out about, since it had felt like a stab wound in the chest, unlike when Gabriel had died, which had been when I had been part human. The three of us, Lucifer, Michael and I spent some years mourning him before we began to move on again, Raphael being added to the list of fallen brothers and sisters, along with Anael, Gabriel and Raziel.

Then of course, when the angels had fallen from Heaven, that had been slightly harder to feel, since we weren't connected with the other angels like we the Archangels were. That stupid spell Dad had mentioned once or twice, and the only other angel knowing about it, had been Metatron. How could he have done that to all of our brothers and sisters, when it had been Michael, Raphael and me who'd chased him out from Home when we'd desired the tablets? The angels had had nothing to do with it.

Since the fall of the angels, we'd gotten nothing.

"How about creating that 'Game of Thrones' world you once babbled about?" Lucifer asked, just as the whole Cage began to shake violently, which made both of us rise in an instant.

"What the hell is happening this time?" I muttered while trying to hide the worry, this was bad.

The thing didn't get any better as a red lightning shot down from the sky and hit Lucifer's arm, just where the Mark of Cain was.

In a grunt of pain, Lucifer fell down on his knees, much to my horror.

"Lucifer!" I exclaimed terrified, not only because of him in pain, but the Mark.

The Mark, which had been on him since forever— dissolved into nothing, leaving a lingering aftertaste of raw and destructive power.

"This is bad, really bad", I mumbled stressed before I grabbed my brother's arm and teleported us to Michael, who seemed to be slightly more lucid than I had seen him for a very long time, which would have made me happy, if not for the situation.

"You felt it too, didn't you?" I questioned and showed him Lucifer's arm.

Suddenly, something began to shake, even more than when Death had come, making Adam fall on the ground and the rest of us almost lose our balance.

The rusty red earth cracked, revealing pitch black smoke, looking just like a demon, shooting out from the hole and up in the sky, where it cracked something in the Cage, not only physically, I could basically feel the slight loss of power.

No, no, no, no. It couldn't be happening. She's going to murder me…

"What the hell is going on?" Adam demanded, whom everyone ignored for the time.

"I thought you gave it to Cain, a peasant who shouldn't know how to do magic!" I hissed angrily.

Lucifer simply snorted.

"Who do you think would be so stupid to release the fucking Darkness, Lailah?" he questioned, making me flinch.

"I'm sure that it's the Winchesters again, damn luck you didn't get affected by their dumbness as human."

"Don't call me that", I snapped while feeling that horrible sensation in my gut, and not only because the Darkness was released and free to erupt the whole place.

No one ever called me that, not since she'd been locked away.

"Why not? That was the name Dad gave you, isn't it?" he questioned innocently.

"Oh right, he changed it after he locked our aunt away. Details, always hard to remember."

I growled lowly, knowing exactly what he was doing.

"Trying to turn me against Dad won't help you much, Luci", I said coldly as Michael wandered away and sat down on the ground with his arms wrapped around his body, with a confused Adam following him.

"Believe me, I'm not much a fan of Him anyway, you know."

Lucifer raised his eyebrow in puzzlement, quite the surprise because I'd believed that he already knew about it.

"You maybe remember the fact that I wasn't exactly the golden kid in the family? All those disappointed glances from him? Just because of how He created me! And then He left us a couple of millennia ago, and hasn't chosen to contact us at all, during all these years?" I reminded him, my voice shaking slightly.

"Not when the angels fell from Heaven two years ago, not even when you were about to kill each other, and of course; ignoring the fact that His sister is out, or else He probably would have gotten us out by now."

Lucifer tilted his head slightly as he studied me for a second before his face expression softened and he took a step closer to me.

"You're afraid", he realized, making me shrug slightly.

"Yeah, a bit", I admitted slowly.

"Perhaps because the Darkness will probably kill me if she comes down here. You know what I did."

I wasn't proud of it either, even if I had done everything in my power to weaken her along with my brothers, and probably why I hadn't told Sam and Dean about her. Failing humanity was one thing, but betraying someone, someone you had known and loved, I'd be popular then.

"Come on, she probably hates me more, I was the one with the Mark", Lucifer protested.

"She won't even remember that."

I snorted and watched my brother skeptically. Wouldn't she, the Darkness, remember her niece basically stabbing her in the back? Sure.

"Right, because auntie Darkness doesn't hold grudges that re billions of years old", I muttered sarcastically and nodded towards Michael, who had sat down on the ground and begun to sing show tunes that I had never heard, but decided to deal with it later.

"I think we should warn them."

Lucifer chuckled amused but followed my advice as we —first of all— teleported to a higher mountain, increasing the chance of the rest of Hell's citizens to hear us, even down in the Cage.

"GODDAMMIT! YOU'VE RELEASED THE MOST POWERFUL AND ANCIENT BEING IN THE WHOLE FUCKING EVERYTHING! YOU'VE FUCKED UP A LOT THIS TIME, WINCHESTERS!" Lucifer screamed as I stared at him before I cupped my hands and began to yell too.

"SAMUEL AND DEAN WINCHESTER, IF THIS IS YOUR FAULT, THEN I'M GOING TO STRANGLE YOU!"

"How long time has he been like this?" I questioned as waved my hand in front of Michael's face, who showed no reaction at all.

Adam shrugged slightly before he sat down beside the Archangel whom he'd once hosted, under the tree I had conjured up to lessen the amount of blood falling in our faces.

"A long while, centuries, I guess", he admitted and set his hand on Michael's.

"He becomes himself sometimes, like when that lightning removed the mark thing from Lucifer's arm."

I nodded slowly and sat down too as I slowly put my hand in my brother's dark hair wistfully.

"I'm sorry, Adam, you weren't supposed to be here, at all", I told.

"You and your mom… I wish those ghouls hadn't found you, along with the fact that you unwillingly became a piece in the game, only to be thrown down in the deepest part of Hell that exists."

Adam shrugged slightly while carefully taking a hold of Michael's hand.

"I should've listened to you, guys, I mean, you basically told me that the angels were bad news", he reminded me.

"And even if I don't exactly love angels in general, you and your big brothers don't seem to be that bad."

The corners of my mouth curled slightly as I watched Adam look at Michael in that protective way I still could remember Castiel watch me, even after I had found out about my true identity. God, I missed him so much. Sometimes, that aching for him had made me trap myself in my own little reality in my mind, making myself believe that I was on Earth with all of my siblings alive and happy, and Cas being alive and well again. Then reality had caught up on me and I had been a mess for days. If not for Lucifer, I probably would have done it over again, for 600 years.

"Do you think you know how Michael became like this?" I wondered genuinely.

Adam took a deep breath before he slowly let it out while he seemed to be in deep thought.

"I think it began somewhen after Sam left, after Death had appeared", Adam began slowly.

"At first, both he and I wandered around here alone, I had left my body a long time ago —this Cage isn't made for people like me— when I began to hear wailings and cries. And… I dunno, I felt bad when I heard it, so I went for the source and found Michael, not as John, but as himself. He was simply… I don't know how to describe it… Like an angel."

I smiled slightly, knowing exactly what he meant. One of my very earliest memories had consisted me watching my older brothers in awe, from Michael's fiery glory to Lucifer's magnificent beauty.

"I understand what you mean", I told him kindly and nodded with a small smile playing on my lips.

"Please, go on."

"Well, uh, but I could see that he was feeling bad. And after a few seconds of listening to his cries, I realized that he actually was speaking. But not English, definitely not English. At first, it sounded like gibberish, until I began to understand every word he said. He was screaming at his dad, it sounded like. Something about him abandoning Michael, even though he'd done everything to make him proud."

"Definitely sounds like Michael", I agreed sadly and ran my hand through Michael's hair— he didn't even react.

"But what did you do then? When you heard him?"

Adam chuckled slightly as he looked down on the ground while seeming to relive it to remember.

"Well, then, I, uh— I began to talk to him, I tried to calm him down. I don't even know why, I just felt bad for him, I had seen bits and pieces of him in my mind as he'd possessed me. Eventually, he began to get into his senses, but like I said before, it's not very often. Most of the time, he mutters about his dad and that he's definitely was disappointed in him, that Michael had failed him. It often helps with me simply talking with him, about everything. You know, he's—" Adam began and smiled wistfully.

"He's like a child seeking after his parent's approval."

I nodded slowly as I slowly lifted off my hand from my brother's head.

"Most of us are like him, but they haven't seen God face to face", I began slowly.

"Neither have they been by His side since the day they had been created, only to then lose Him after losing a brother, a close brother. Oh, Adam, you should have seen him before all this crap. He was a wonderful brother, and deep down, he still is."

Adam leaned forward and set his eyes on me curiously, almost looking like an innocent kid while doing that. Which he still should have been, if not for everything.

"When I was young, still a fledgling —that's what we call young angels— Michael was the one who raised me. Lucifer was of course there to take care of me too, but mostly Michael. He wasn't like you remembered him before the Cage, nor like he is now, he was so kind and playful. I remember all of us, Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, Gabriel and I, flying around in Heaven and playing something that would remind you of tag. If you would have seen us back then, you wouldn't have believed that it was us."

Seeing Adam's stunned face expression and looking back to those times, I began to feel that little tug in my stomach, longing for one of my many homes. Because Heaven wasn't my only home, that title was shared by a few.

God, I thought annoyed and shook my head internally, I was really becoming nostalgic, always thinking back to the good old times, with no worries of the Apocalypse or the pain of losing family, just… bliss.

"Gotta ask, Abigail…" Adam began slowly and wiped away a drop of blood that had fallen in is his face.

"What happened? What happened with you and your family, what happened with Michael?"

Gosh, sometimes he really sounded like Sam and Dean, I thought and cursed mentally for being nostalgic again. Only old people thought back on the older days. But on the other hand, I was probably one of the oldest ladies, ever.

"Well, that depends on whom you ask", I stated and snorted slightly.

"According to me, it was all of our faults, really. It began with Dad creating you —or technically let you evolve from the apes— and calling you His greatest creation. He asked us —I mean ordered us— to love them even more than we loved Him. And that", I said and sighed heavily, "was impossible."

"The one who took the blow hardest was Lucifer, who had always been Dad's favorite, so he rebelled and wanted us to join him, but we refused, one of my brothers even left Heaven because of this."

Gabriel, the second youngest and the cheekiest of us, the angel with humor, yet so sad still. And he was dead, had been that these last 5 Earth years or 600 down here, yet it still was hard to mention him, same with Raphael. We hadn't spoken about neither of brothers since Raphael's death, caused by some unknown force,.

"The Rebellion came and went… you know what happened, Lucifer got cast out by Michael himself, which actually is one of my most frightening memories of him", I admitted and watched my oldest brother wistfully.

"When Lucifer later turned Lilith into a demon along with making Adam and Eve sin which got him locked up, God ordered us to do some things, things that we regret, at least I regret my actions, but I'm pretty sure Michael do regret it too, he'd been the one who'd locked Lucifer down here the first time. Then Dad left after I myself had locked up one of our brothers, his name is Gadreel and he was basically one of my closest brothers not counting the Archangels. You see, he'd been the one who had accidentally let in Lucifer to the Garden. After that, we turned into dicks. Seriously, we became terrible", I stated and laughed bitterly.

"I had been supposed to guard our Father's creations, and I have never once come down to Earth to answer a prayer. No one at all. Raphael simply became ruthless, probably tired of everything and lost his faith in Dad, while Michael… You know how he was before the Cage."

I kissed Michael lightly on the cheek, and was about to rise —maybe I'd be able to contact Sam and Dean this time— when my youngest brother called.

"Abigail?"

"Yeah?"

"About the Darkness", he began slowly and scratched his temple mindlessly.

"Michael mentioned that all of you Archangels were there to beat her, what's going to happen now? Either you're dead or locked up here. Is this going to be like the Apocalypse?"

A small chuckle forced itself out of my throat as I watched my brother's naive look.

"Oh my sweet summer child", I said and smiled darkly.

"You know nothing."

"Come on, please", I muttered to myself as I tried to reach out to one of my brothers, yet failed again.

It was like trying to run with a elastic band tied around your waist, you felt that it was possible to do it, you knew that you technically could, but always failed.

"Please, it has to work", I mumbled and closed my eyes as I tried again, harder than last time.

Even though I failed, I felt something this time, the elastic band began to break, after all these times. A large grin spread on my face as I tried, using everything I had… until I didn't need to.

Instead, an invisible force simply pulled me in, and for a short second, I was flying again, until I landed on something solid again, something that felt like metal. I opened my eyes, that for some reason glowed with my Grace. And there was holy fire around me— us. Lucifer, Lucifer was here with me. In another part of Hell, why?

What a stupid question, idiot, I thought to myself. It's obvious why I was here.

The fire eventually calmed down and revealed two people, a very familiar man in a suit and with surprisingly enough… a beard. And the woman, I had no idea who she was, but definitely a witch.

"My old friend, Crowley", Lucifer mused as he leaned against the bars of the cage amused.

"A mere acolyte, carrying your torch", he stated, making Lucifer smirk.

"You're too kind... to yourself."

I rolled my eyes as my eyes landed on the red headed witch, who was watching my older brother in adoration, much to my surprise. I myself had never met a Devil worshiping witch, not like this one.

"Who's the Melisandre over there?" I questioned and nodded towards the witch.

Crowley snorted.

"I'm afraid to say that this witch is a real bitch", he stated and looked over his shoulder.

"If it makes you feel better, Moose, Wings over here is still as bad as ever to crack a a joke."

"Moose? Who's Moose?" I demanded before I looked into the shadows and saw a figure that stepped forward.

It was male, tall perhaps 6'4, wearing denim and plaid. His hair was brown and shaggy, much longer than I had remembered it, and he was now sporting a stubble. But his eyes, they were still the same hazel eyes I had known since the day I had become Abigail Winchester. Somehow, they looked even more pained now than they had looked down here.

"Sammy?"

A/N: Does anyone want to be a co-author?