AN: Hello! I know, this first chapter seems dark and a little weird, but this isn't my normal writing style. It makes more sense in the second chapter. I just wanted to start it out with how, y'know? Yeah. Please enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Supernatural, or any form of Norse mythology. All I have is this iPad.

The formless light exploded from the sky, with fear, confusion and hatred streaming from it as it fell. Well, it didn't fall. That sounded too ungraceful. No, it raced downwards with control slipping from its grasp.

Pain pain pain

The word and feeling was foreign to the being, unfamiliar and uncomfortable as is roiled around in its head and kind-of body. It felt the intense desire to turn back, to forget the occasion like it had all the others, but something else pulled it closer to the earth, the odd green and brown and blue creation of its Father.

The being shrieked, unknowingly causing a few mortal villages below to erupt in flames, but its pain was greater than any it had ever experienced in all the centuries of battle - no, this pain was something that grated on the inside, some part that its massively powerful Grace could not heal, no matter many attempts were made. It began to plummet faster, toward one of the more civilized lands of Father's creation. Of course, that would be where it finds The One. Father had mentioned it, on the occasion that the winds were calm and the garrisons were peaceful with one another.

Lucifer's garrison was particularly nasty as of recent times, causing famine and war to break out amongst the Creatures, which caused Father to be extremely disappointed in all of His oldest children. You should know better, He says. You should love my new Children as you have loved each other. They will be very important to us, He tries to make Lucifer understand. The Morning Star would not listen. Instead, Lucifer tries to wreck his younger brethren further, corrupting one of the beings Father held dear for so long. Father ordered Michael to send Lucifer away. How long, Michael asked. Long enough, Father answers. Gabriel cannot bear to see his family so torn. Lucifer, always looking for allies. Michael, always dedicated to Father - which, by the way, where has He been since Michael's last task?

So Gabriel leaves. Michael, always dutiful to now-errant Father, sends Gabriel away with Grace bleeding through his wings. Why would Brother do so? As Gabriel falls, new emotions come to him.

Anger fear pain loss

Why has he subjected himself to this... feeling? The pain is intensifying, already surpassing that of which it has felt before.

It he it he who is it who is he

Another pull, and the memory flashes through once more. Father has settled Gabriel down, and tells a tale. There are special ones out there, Gabriel. There is one, one born every few millennia, that are created just for you, My Son. As the same with every archangel. That True One, made for you only, will hold your Grace and all your glory.

And so Gabriel falls, his power searching for The One to hold him in all his Grace and glory. A soul calls out to him, reaching with tattered fingers that cling to Gabriel's Grace. The angel surges with a warmth unheard of in his ultimately long existence. This is The One. This soul was his.

In the vast distance between his home and his presence, pain so strong it nearly broke him shocked through his connection to family. Lucifer's Grace screeched as Michael sent Brother through the Barrier, the one Father warned never to cross. With one last surge, he blocked the bond to his brothers. New words were learned.

Silence loneliness cold

The last revelation burned him with icy torture. He had no Brothers, no Sisters, no Father. He was alone.

With a flare of Grace, he grabbed the soul which called out to him, and made himself visible to the Creature.

Will you take me, Gabriel asked. Anything for you, Lord, the Creature answered. I have nothing left to give, it sighs. The Creature's soul flashes with this new pain, and Gabriel sees a father, two greedy brothers, a dagger and Creature.

Irony

With an inhuman gleam, Creature's body begins to glow. Tendrils of Grace wrap itself around Creature as Gabriel forces himself inside. It is an easy fit, as though sliding into a second skin - literally. Creature's soul flares up against his Grace. I have a name, it whispers.

The angel, inside one of his Father's creations, smiles softly. So do I, as Gabriel sends the soul to the Heavenly Gates. He feels constricted almost, but then he twitches a muscle and his wings unfurl, causing his shoulders to slump and a semblance of peace to come to him. The word shoulder is unfamiliar. So is eye. And arm, leg, tooth, grin, frown... Gabriel's bird-like feathers rustle in confusion. He had a lot to learn if he was going to be here for a while.

After the seemingly impossible fall, he finds he rather likes the word irony.