Chapter 1: It's Heaven on Earth

Dean and Sam run out of the church to see the sky lit up with balls of light falling from the sky. Dean didn't have to think too long on what these were. Naomi had been telling the truth. The angels were being banished from heaven; they were falling.

"Dean," Sam called next to him. "We…I," he coughed out.

Sam was starting to wobble on his feet. Dean's instincts kicked into hyperdrive as he rushed to catch him before he fell on his back. It looked like he had passed out.

"Sam," he said gently. He got no response so he lightly tapped his cheeks. "Sam," he said a little louder. Again there was nothing and Dean felt for a pulse and to his horror he felt that it was a weak one. "Sam!"

At that same moment in a house off a road there was a couple engaging in…semi-illegal activity in the woman's bedroom. Grunting and moaning filled the entire house but they didn't need to worry or restrain themselves as they were the only ones there. When they were done they laid on their backs panting hard and wiping the sweat from their brows.

"Whew," the man breathed out. "That was great."

The woman laughed a bit. "Yeah," she gasped out.

"Do you treat everyone who stops and helps you fix your car like this?"

"Only the handsome, good ones," she jested.

He then went to caress her hip. "Hey, I'm not that good. But I couldn't just leave a pretty lady and her shot car stranded on the side of the road in the middle of the night. The rest comes naturally."

Before they could go into another round, there seemed to be some light spilling into the room. They turned their heads to the window to see some kind of orange light coming from the window. The woman then moved out of the embrace and leant on her shoulders.

"What is that?" she asked.

The man went to stare at the window too. "I don't know."

The woman ran to put a robe on while the man pulled on his jeans and ran out the front door to gaze at quite a sight. There were balls of light falling from the sky.

"Wow," the woman said in awe. "Is it a meteor shower?"

"I don't know."

They watched as those lights fell to earth though one of them was falling very close to them. They started to get a little worried and actually ran back into the house as it seemed to crash close to the woman's front porch. Afterwards the man ran out as he saw that it seemed close to where he had parked his bike. He walked around the new crater and saw that his motorcycle seemed to be untouched.

"What happened?" the woman asked coming back out.

There seemed to be a light shining from the crater and the two of them gently approached closer. Suddenly, there was a piercing humming sound that had the woman rush to close her ears. The man however stayed still as he gazed at the light that seemed to be glowing brighter as it seemed to rise out of the hole. The noise didn't seem to cause him any discomfort.

"What happening?" the woman screamed. The humming seemed to be getting louder and the ground nearby seemed to be shaking.

The man didn't respond but just kept gazing out like a zombie before he finally said,

"Yes."

Suddenly the light enveloped him and seemed to seep into his eyes and mouth. There was a split second where the light and humming vanished that had the woman stare at her nighttime partner before a light shot out of the man's body that's force shattered the windows of her home.

The angel opened his eyes and took a deep breath as he took in the sight in his new vessel. He looked around and saw a woman in a robe on the ground with her eyes burnt out.

"Every time, that happens every time," he said calmly though quite a bit out of breath.

SUPERNATURAL

It was three days after that night and Dean was not fairing too good. He was in the waiting room at a hospital that he had rushed Sam too after he collapsed. There were a few other people there with a flat screen set up in the corner with a newscast about the angels falling. They were calling it a meteor shower that was surprisingly seen from many points of the globe at once. Images coming from New York, San Francisco, London, Paris, Cairo, Moscow, Berlin, Jerusalem, and Sydney flashed through the screen with the same meteor like shower seen that was baffling scientists. Dean hardly paid it any mind. He had checked him in as a victim of some sort of anxiety attack before he went back to the church and got Crowley and locked him up in the trunk of his car that was completely warded to keep him from getting out. He had hardly eaten anything and had spent most of his time staring at the same damn wall waiting for someone to tell him what was wrong with his brother. He had tried calling Cas and had even prayed to him but so far, nothing.

Suddenly a man in a white coat entered the waiting area. "Sam Allman?"

Dean was in his feet before you could blink and moving for the man. "Doctor?"

"You're the patient's brother, correct?" Dean nodded. "You could see your brother now."

Dean was taken to Sam's room where he was hooked up to a number of machines. He was as still as a statue and didn't seem to be any better than he was the first night. In fact, he seemed worse. "So doc, what's the deal? What's wrong with him?"

"To be honest, we don't know," he said carefully.

Dean glared at the doctor. "You don't know?!" he asked incredulously.

"There seems to be a multitude of conditions. His bodily functions seem to be shutting down little by little like his heart and liver. He also seems to be showing a steady drop of neural synapsis. It's been a real battle just to keep him alive to tell you the truth. If it wasn't for these machines then he would already be dead. He had been quite critical for a while until we've been able to get him to be in this coma like state."

"A coma?" Dean tried very hard not to fall to pieces right there. His brother was not dead, he was still alive and not dead. "So, is there a chance he can get better?"

The doctor caught his eye. "I'm afraid it's not that simple," he said. "Listen, your brother's body seems to be falling apart at the seams. These machines are keeping him alive but it's more like they're holding back the tide. His body will stay alive but."

"He's going to be all but dead," Dean croaked out. "There's no recovery. No bouncing back from this?"

The doctor breathed out a breath he had been holding for a while. "I'm afraid your brother's in God's hands now."

Dean was starting to see red. "You're a doctor! You're a medical professional and all you can tell me is that my brother is in god's hands?!"

This doctor was used to dealing with irate friends and family of patients so he hardly flinched at Dean's tone. "Sir," he said trying to calm him down.

"God has nothing to do with this and never will! That's not good enough!" Dean slammed a fist into one of the bedposts.

"Sir!" the doctor said again but louder.

Dean deflated there. Attacking the doctor for his words wouldn't help his brother. Dean left the room not sure where to head now until he saw the sign for the hospital's chapel. Right now, he didn't have any better ideas. He entered to see that there were about a half dozen people there all with their heads down in silent prayer. These places always had given him bad vibes, more so now after everything that's happened but he was desperate. Maybe being here might actually help in getting through to the one person he could still depend on to help his brother.

Dean went to a far off corner and kneeled and bent his head down. "Cas," he mumbled. "it's me again. Wherever you are, I need your help. It's Sam. I just heard that he starting to slip and he needs your help. I need your help. Look, I'm sure that you're busy what with the angels falling and all. I'm not going to pretend that I'm sorry about that. They're a bunch of stuck up mooks that probably deserve it, not you of course, but I'm sure you might disagree. I'm begging ya. Please come and save my brother. It shouldn't have been him in the first place. It should've been me. Cas…please come and help him. Help me."

His heart dropped further when there was nothing happening.

Castiel had been spending the last few days wandering about. He had been traveling for the last three days by foot to where Dean and Sam were housed in the Men of Letter's bunker in Kansas. Surely they could help him with what has happened. Metatron had tricked him, used him and robbed him of his grace. Thanks to him now all of his fellow angels had fallen from heaven and had lost their wings so they can't get back. He wanted so badly to believe that he was trying to help in quell the in fighting with his brothers that he didn't realize that he was being deceived. He was feeling much worse than he did when he was cut off from heaven during the Apocalypse. This time he wasn't anything close to an angel, he had fallen much further than any of his brothers and sisters had. He was human.

Metatron had dropped him off in the wilderness of Nebraska and he had finally made it to some kind of degree of civilization in a small community. He was finding that his feet where hurting and his stomach was starting to turn from the inside and the rumbling was getting worse. He was passing a park where there were some people talking and playing about. A child was complaining about the food that his mother had given him. The mother told the boy to eat it but he cried that he didn't like it and he ran off to play with some other children. The woman angrily put the food in a plastic bag and then went to leave it at the top of a semi full trash bin. When the woman walked away something came over Castiel. His stomach rumbled harder and he found himself going for the bin and taking the bag out. He began to walk away with it and dug threw it to find some kind of spiced meat with rice. He began to dig in and found a sort of relief coming over him. He didn't understand that child's reasoning; this food wasn't terrible, it was heaven (how ironic was that).

Castiel found some bench at the far off corner of the park to enjoy the rest of the food he had acquired. He counted his blessings that the child had been willing to let go of this food without making too much a dent in its supply. He felt somewhat sated now but he was feeling like something was missing. Young people on things that he understood to be called rollerblades zipped on past him.

"Hey wait up." One of them fell behind as he went over to a fountain and began to drink water before he raced to rejoin them.

Castiel coughed a bit before he got up and went to the fountain himself. He bent his head and took a drink and found the other part of what his body seemed to be missing.

Dean sat there in the chapel for near an hour waiting for Cas to just appear behind him like he was used to but there was no sign of his trenchcoated friend. He hoped that Cas wouldn't ignore him on a call that had the message of Sam being on death's door. He had to assume that something just might've happened to him after he had dropped him off to save Sam. Dean saw that there was only one other hope he had.

"Screw it," he mumbled before bending down again in prayer. "Okay, listen up. This one goes out to any angel with their ears on. This is Dean Winchester and I need your help."

The deal is this. I'm at Glenwood Memorial Hospital; Redgulf, New York. The first one that gets here gets my help in return and you know that is not worth nothing.

Two angels in freshly acquired vessels in a station wagon looked to each other then nodded as they went off and turned their car around.

It's no secret that we haven't always seen eye to eye but you know I am good for my word. I wouldn't ask if I didn't need it.

The angel was listening to the prayer as he zipped down the highway on the motorcycle with the wind flapping into his face. So Dean Winchester's brother Sam was in trouble. He heard much of the Winchester brothers and it just might be what he has been needing. His condition wasn't improving as fast as he would've liked it to. He pulled over and went to look up this hospital on his vessel's phone. He wasn't too far away. The key for getting what he wanted may just lie in that hospital.

Sam was lying as still as a statue in his hospital with nothing but the beeps and hums of the medical machines to break the silence of the room. Any onlooker would've thought he was completely at rest. The truth was Sam was doing nothing close to resting. In the bowels of his mind he was running. He was in thick in woods reminiscent of Purgatory's wilds. Something was chasing him, he could just feel it. Sam didn't know how hard or long he had been running but it stopped when he ran into something that sent him to the ground.

"Ow, would you watch where you're going boy?!" an all too familiar voice said with a familiar annoyed tone.

Sam looked up in astonishment. "Bobby?"

Bobby looked just the same with his flannel shirt, vest, and his cap. "Hey Sam, it's good to see you again."

"But…how? What are you doing here?"

"Sam, I always prided you on the smartest of the two of you. Surely you can guess what's going on here."

Suddenly, memories of how he had been feeling after completing the first and second trials came in as well as how weak he had been feeling after every injection he gave to Crowley when he was trying to purify and 'cure' him for the final trial. "I'm dying, aren't I?"

"Yeah," Bobby answered simply. "With the amount of times you had, I'm surprised it took you this long to get that. You think you'd be used to it by now."

Sam just looked on sadly at Bobby's attempt to bring humor into all of this. "Bobby," he said weakly.

Bobby's grin dropped and he coughed. "Right…let's take a break from the running and just take a nice walk."

"Here?"

Suddenly, the gloom of the forest was replaced by a tranquil sunshine.

"Yeah, here."

Dean finished the prayer and went to get up to leave when an elderly lady came up to him.

"Excuse me young man," she said gently. "I couldn't help but overhear. Did you just pray for your brother to be healed?"

"Yeah, something like that. He's…well he's not doing so well right now."

The woman nodded. "I understand what you're going through. My niece is suffering from a brain tumor. They just told me yesterday that she won't make it past the week. I was just praying for her."

"I'm sorry," he said with complete empathy. "But I'm sure that your niece wouldn't want you to get your hopes up for a miracle. Those are in short supply these days. I'm just hoping that its not too late for my brother and I to come out of this."

"You don't strike me as the faithful type and judging from what you just said it looks like I was right." Dean raised his eyebrows in confusion. "I wasn't praying for a miracle. I fully understand what is going to inevitably happen. It's clear that you care a great deal for your brother. You are the eldest I'm guessing?" Dean nodded. "I raised my niece since she was a small child. She was as good as my own daughter and I took care of her always to the best of my ability. Even now I'm doing what I can to the best of my ability. I was praying that she get a safe trip to heaven and she be allowed to rest in peace until it is my time to meet up with her again. I did what I can for her in her life and I'm seeing to it that God and his angels help look after her in death in my place. Maybe instead of praying for a miracle it might be best to pray for relief and assurance."

"Listen, I appreciate the advice. I can see that you are just trying to help…but I'm not just about to stand back just roll up the red carpet for my brother to be taken from me. He's going to come back if it's the last thing I do."

The woman seemed to start to pity him. "Some things are just inevitable. Fighting it could just bring pain for both you and the one you're trying to save. I did that with my niece with making her go through so many procedures and stressful sessions instead of making the most of the time we had left."

"My brother and my whole lives have been nothing but a fight. Even the inevitable gets beaten down by us time and again."

"Down, but not out. Am I right? It could only be fought off so long before it wins and it always does in the end. Trust me." The woman caressed Dean's cheek smoothly before she took her leave from the chapel.

"So it's finally coming down huh?" Bobby said as he and Sam walked through the forest of his mind or soul or whatever this place was. "The last red curtain but this time no rope to pull it back up."

"We don't know that for sure Bobby."

"C'mon Sam. I think deep down inside you knew what was going to happen the moment you completed the first trial. You couldn't fully understand it but you still knew what it was. The End. The true End. One that can't be healed or dealed away. Cas confirmed himself, didn't he?"

Sam stopped and remembered the angel's words about him being damaged in ways that not even he could heal.

Bobby continued. "It's been quite a show, hasn't it?"

"My screen time isn't ready to end just yet."

"Isn't it?" asked Bobby. "You've had quite a run haven't you? How many lives have you saved in your time? How much evil have you stood in the way of? Sam, you saved the world. How many other hunters or anything could make such a boast? There's no shame to take center stage and bow at the applause now."

Sam carefully considered his words. Bobby had a point. His life may not have been what he wanted at times but it had been fulfilling. He had made his mark and it was one to be proud of. Yet before he could think more on that another voice was heard.

"Don't tell me you're actually listening to this crap Sam?!"

Sam turned around to see his brother standing there not looking any bit happy. "Dean?"

Dean walked over to his car in the hospital's garage and knocked on the trunk. "Hey Crowley, everything solid in there?" There was some shuffling in response. "Just knock against the door once for yes and twice for no." There were two bumps. "Good," he said before stepping away. Dean was starting to think that Crowley might just be his last hope. It was a trump card he really didn't want to pull out right now.

He decided to go and take one more look at his brother and headed for the hospital interior before a car zipped on and narrowly avoided hitting him. It pulled to a stop just after the taillight passed him. "Hey! Watch it there pal!" he cried out.

The driver of the car got out and approached Dean. It was a middle aged man, normal looking really, but he abnormally went and punched Dean across the face. He then took Dean by the scruff of his jacket's neck and threw him over the car. The passenger door opened revealing another guy who grabbed Dean and forced him face first into the car's hood with his hands gripped tight behind him. Dean then felt a blade at the slide at the edge of his neck.

"Hello Dean Winchester," the driver said coming up at his side. "We got your message."

Dean turned slightly to see that it was an angel blade that was being held on him. "Oh thank god then," he said sarcastically.

"You have a lot of nerve to send out a widespread prayer like that to a good deal of us that would like nothing more than to gut you like a fish for what's happened. But, before we do that, we have to ask where is Castiel?"

He tried to fight back but the angel had a firm and strong hold on him. "Who's asking?"

"Try every angel on earth that was ejected from heaven," growled his captor. "He and Metatron caused us all to fall and let me just say that a good many of us are less than happy with him."

"Oh well in that case I don't know," he said back in sarcasm.

"Then there is no real reason to keep you and your brother around any more, is there?" the first one said again taking out his own blade.

Yet before anything else could happen a blade's end came out of the angel's chest from where he was stabbed from behind. Light and screams erupted from the angel as he dropped down dead. The angel holding Dean threw him aside as he faced the intruder. His face went from one of anger to horror in a moment.

"You?" his jaw dropped surprise and fear. "Not you."

"Yes, me," said the new angel with a smug smile before he fought and cut down the other one with ease.

Dean got to his feet and backed away into a defense stance to look at the new angel, at least he thought it was an angel. All angels he met seemed to always dress in some kind of normalcy or fine suit, even douches like Lucifer and Balthazar. Yet this one was very different. The guy looked around his age though his hair was longer and gel was used to spike it up a bit. He wore black jean pants with chains hanging over both is pockets along with shined leather shoes. He had a back T-shirt with a dark green silk vest over it that he could see under his open trendy leather jacket. He looked like he was some kind of Hollywood playboy.

Though he wasn't looking so hot. The new guy was sweating something fierce before he went to the hood of the car to steady himself.

"Whew," he said wiping his brow. "I must still be more out of it then I thought," he said more to himself then to Dean. After he caught his breath, he looked over at Dean. "Am I correct in assuming you're Dean Winchester?"

"That'd be me," he said calmly but alert. Who knew if this guy was like the others and wanted him and Cas dead. He could've just wanted to save him just to have the pleasure all to himself.

He put his blade away and smiled. "I heard your prayer. Want to show me the patient so we could get started?"

End of Chapter 1

A/N: There were quite a few things I didn't like about Season 9. I thought it was…okay, good elements and structural ideas but they could've taken it in a whole new different direction. With concepts like Abaddon and Cain as well as fallen angels that were in a celestial prison, they lost grip on where and what they could've put in and taken the story. It's one I'm going to try and take it to. Dean himself bothered me greatly this season and I think he was starting to get a little too full of himself at times; but let me cut myself off there before I get into a rant. First off, that angel approaching Dean is not going to be Gadreel though he will be making his appearance in this story. He's no one that we've seen yet but I found does exist in Angel lore who I think would've been great to use. I think he is more fitting for Dean to be dealing with. I will be splitting the chapters like episodes in two or three parts.