Chapter 1: The Fall of Heaven

The cool wisp of autumn air whipped through the window of the Impala, making the bags in the back flap. Dean flinched at the familiar noise, glancing around in hope that they had been the flutter of wings, but he knew that it wasn't. Quickly, he locked his eyes back onto the road so Sammy wouldn't notice his behavior. This had been the first time in a long time since everything was back to normal. Bobby was at home and alive, looking up everything he was called about. Sam and Dean were back on the road, fighting monsters and demons. Heck, their lives could be described as perfect if there wasn't just one little problem in the way. The angels. They had all gone silent and not one had shown itself in months now. Cas wasn't even around. Dean had made it clear to the angel that he would come or answer when called. The angel had always done this after he regained his wings, but now he had broken it and it was making Dean more nervous than anybody. Still, he had a case and at least that would get his mind off of Castiel.

"Dean, you do realize I can see you flinching?" Sam mumbled, turning his head from the window. Dean swore to himself, but made no move to answer his younger brother. Sam simply rolled his eyes. "I'm worried about him too, Dean, but you have to keep your head in the game." Dean just nodded. Sam wasn't kidding about the case. This one was a strange one. There was some story going around about this empty mansion where you can here screams echoing from inside. Screams that can break windows and make ears bleed. Anyone who goes inside comes out either comes out dead or with their insides fried. All in all it was perfect for the Winchester brothers.

When they got there they noted that the mansion was far larger than what they had expected. It towered up higher than most of the trees surrounding it. The windows were blown out and the door was hanging off its hinges. Dean cocked his gun and started towards the mansion with Sam close behind. The Old mansion was far more magnificent on the inside than what it had appeared from the outside; the two realized when they broke in. The two entry doors led to a large room with two staircases connecting with each other on the next floor. The cherry wood making up the walls were perfectly carved into delicate designs, but the beauty of the mansion was not what made them gasp. It was the circle of cloaked creatures in the center of the room. Hundreds of the cloaked ones were on their knees in dark hoods, blood pooling all around them. That wasn't what stuck out the most them, however. Large wings of showy white and bright silver were spread out from their shoulder blades. Each and every one of them were angels.

"Angel's," Sam gasped in a hushed voice. Dean clutched his gun a little tighter as he stared at the circle. Every angel must me here, but why? Why would someone do this to the angels and how could they keep an entire army of angelic beings under their control?

"What do you think of my collection?" a soft, yet cold and beautiful voice asked from the shadows of the stairs. Dean and Sam glanced to their right only to be overcome with familiar vibrant blue eyes. Blond hair glittered down to his shoulders as the candle flames shown against his fair hair. He was wearing a silver-white suit, but his wings were what took Dean's breath away. Bright golden feathers protruded from his back each one with razor sharp edges on the sides and points, almost like spikes of all things.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean spat, glaring at the angel as he clutched his gun tighter. The angel smiled at him with perfectly white teeth and walked to the center of the ring of cloaked angels.

"Oh, excuse me. Where are my manners," he giggled, tapping his angel blade against his hand. "You may call me Everglee since that is the name my father had given me," the angel stated, glaring at the angels surrounding him with familiar sapphire blue eyes. Dean felt his gut tighten as the angel started to cackle again. The icy voice pelted across Dean's skin like shards of ice and cold wind. Boy, he had a creepy laugh. Sam licked his dry lips as he nodded at the angels surrounding Everglee.

"What do you want," Sam asked, lowering his gun. It wasn't going to be any help now. There was no point to it now. A shiver passed down Dean's body as Everglee's face brightened and his giant wings stretched out larger. The angel turned, holding his hand up and every angel in the room lifted their hands to their hoods. The brothers both swallowed nervously. What kind of angel could make all the angel's do his bidding with just a flick of a finger?

"I want the world!" Everglee sing-songed, snapping his fingers. The snap did nothing but brighten the dimmed candle light in the room. Dean rolled his eyes at the power hungry angel. How many times have they heard those words before? They stopped all these power hungry fools before, what could be any different than this one?

He was an angel. That's what.

Dean made to shoot at Everglee. He knew that the bullets would not even scratch the angel, but at least it would give them a bit of time to evacuate. That's when he saw the faint shimmer of blue eyes behind a blackened hood. Dean, caught them with his emerald green eyes and felt his heart contract.

"Cas…" Dean gasped, talking a few unknown steps closer in attempt to reach out to the angel, but Everglee's voice snapped him back into place.

"I was exiled and locked away too long. Now I shall take my rightful rank as king." Dean scoffed at this. He couldn't help it. It was just ridiculous. He had heard that kind of sob story a billion times now. They all end the same way.

"We'll stop you," yelped Sam without hesitation. "And the angels will help us." A cold unforgiving haze spread over the room and in a chilling voice Everglee hissed while glancing at his brothers through his gilded wings,

"Not if they're all dead." The angel dropped his outstretched hand and every angel in the room dropped their hoods, revealing their hollow faces. The brothers recognized all of them. Everglee then snapped his thin fingers and golden feathers shot out across the room like bullet fast arrows.

"NO!" the brothers screamed out, but the golden arrows chewed through flesh, muscle, and bone. Light erupted from the angels and in a mere second blackened wings were scorched into the once perfectly carved walls and white marbled floors. Dean's eyes scanned the dead angels, praying silently that he would not find the one he was looking for in that mess.

"Looking for something, Winchester?" Everglee asked suddenly. Dean's head spun around, green eyes meeting terrified blue ones. Kneeling before Everglee was an angel with scruffy brown hair, a long trench coat, and raven black wings.

Castiel.

"Let him go you son of a bitch!" Dean shouted, chucking his gun and pulling out his angel blade as he watched Everglee force Cas to stare upon the bodies of his dead brothers and sisters. Everglee chuckled slightly, running a hand through Castiel's hair.

"I thought you knew him," Everglee cooed, chuckling at Dean's blade like he was a child with a wooden pirate sword. "You're heart went wild at the sight of him." Dean bit down on his lip, as he stared at the horrible angel. His blade glinted menacingly, wanting to bite down into the angel's flesh and pour the grace right out of him. "Anyway…he's been driving me crazy the past few months. He's the only one that appears to be able to withstand my curse, but I believe that has to do with his wings." Everglee motioned to the dark wings sticking from Castiel's back. The angel self-consciously pulled them away, but Everglee's fingers grabbed them before he had a chance. He pulled up, ripping feathers from the wings. Cas cried out at the sharp pain, but Everglee didn't pay any mind to him. He lifted the bloody black feathers up, twirling them in his fingers. "Do you know what it means if an angel has black wings?" he asked suddenly. Dean and Sam were silent, glaring at the angel as he circled Cas. "No?" the angel asked.

"It's the mark of a fallen angel," Sam guessed. Cas was the only fallen and returned black winged angel in the room after all.

"NOPE!" Everglee stated, swishing his finger back and forth. "There are many different theories, but mine I believe is more accurate. "Black wings are a mark of misery or an imperfection. Castiel is definitely one of Daddy's mistakes," he hissed into Castiel's ear. "Or he could just be this resistant since he is my twin after all," he added. Castiel shivered, looking up into Dean's green eyes. Dean stared into his, wishing that there was something he could do. Everglee, pressed his angel blade against Cas' throat, cutting it gently.

"Get away from him!" Dean shouted, rushing at the two angels. Everglee smirked, holding up a hand and sending Dean into the marbled wall. Cas and Sam called out, but Dean could barely hear. Everything was spinning, but he could still see Everglee smiling at him and Cas.

"So let it be written so let it be written so let it be done," Everglee whispered in a hushed voice. Dean frowned in confusion, opening his mouth to make a smart-ass remark, but it was cut short as a inhuman scream echoed from Castiel's lips. Dean screamed out in horror as thick red blood splattered across his face as Everglee's wings sliced into Cas' body. Bloody golden feathers protruded from Castiel's body, cutting him open like a fish. Dean's angel spread out his shivering black wings in agony as Everglee twisted and pulled out the bloodied wings. The damaged angel screamed, collapsing to the ground as Everglee stepped away, blood soaked. The golden angel licked the blood from his fingers, grinning at his work. Sammy pulled the angel blade from Dean's shaking fingers and charged at Everglee, stabbing him right in the heart.

Nothing happened.

Everglee only laughed, flicking his wrist and sending the two brothers into the wall. Dean watched beyond his blurred vision as Everglee kneeled down to Castiel's broken body, brushing his red lips against his brother's forehead. Then, in a bright flash of white Everglee was gone.

. "Cas!" Dean shouted, yanking himself on his feet and tripping groggily towards the body of his dying angel. Castiel was covered in blood and his trench coat was torn to shreds by the golden feathers that had cut into him. "Oh god, Cas…" Dean trailed off as he pulled the agonized angel tightly into his shaking arms. He called out for Sam, but his brother was knocked out cold. He was alone; alone with a dying angel and he had no idea what he could do. He brushed a now blood coated hand over Castiel's face to reveal the now closed eyes of his friend. "Cas? Castiel, can you hear me?" Dean cried out, shaking the angel until those eyes opened up. Dean instantly regretted it. Those once vibrant sapphire blue eyes were now merely grey shadowy skeletons of their former glory. Blood gurgled from Castiel's lips and Dean felt his heart rip. "Shit, Cas, I…I don't know what to do." He could feel the salty tears begin to burn around his eyes now, but he summoned them away. He had to stay strong. He needed to be strong for Cas.

"S…sorry, D…Dean. I…I t…tried," Castiel finally croaked. Dean quickly shushed the angel, holding him closer.

"Don't you dare, Cas." He took in a deep breath, hoping that what he was about to say was true and not just a lie. "It's going to be ok, Cas, I'm here now," Dean whispered. A small smile spread across Cas' face, but it looked more like a grimace from how much pain the angel was in. Cas choked on the blood traveling up his throat, coughing roughly. Dean tilted his head to keep the angel from choking from the upcoming blood. Cas convulsed violently in Dean's arms and the human realized how impossible survival was now for his dying friend. Cas seemed to realize it too. Tears were building up in his eyes and now Dean was finding it hard to keep his own away.

"I…I'm not g…going to m…make it," Cas croaked. Dean shook his head frantically, running his hand through Cas' hair as gently as he could, but Cas only smiled at him. "Th..Thank you, D…Dean. For everything." The angel's eyes began to roll back into his head, but Dean slapped him awake, not holding back the tears this time as they slowly fell from his lashes. He didn't care that he was bawling like a baby. This wasn't fare. It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

"Please…Cas, just hold on a little longer Buddy," he pleaded. Cas tried to smile again, but he couldn't find the strength. Dean knew why too. Blue light shimmered from the wounds, making it look like Cas was glowing. No, he was glowing. It was his Grace.

"It's too late, Dean. Please…you must go." Dean frowned. How can he just leave his friend to die? What was Cas thinking? It's not going to happen! When Cas realized Dean wasn't making like he was going to leave Cas lifted a hand up. Dean grabbed it, pressing Cas' cold fingers against his hot tear stained cheeks. Cas swallowed hard, blinking the water from his eyes. "Please, I don't want you to see-"

"What, Cas? See you die?!" Dean snapped. "Well, I'm not leaving you to die alone!" Cas looked like he wanted to argue, but he couldn't find the strength to do so. Cas only nodded, letting out a soft thank you before a wave of pain hit him again. Cas screamed, arching his back and digging his finger nails into Dean's coat for comfort. Dean held him, calling out, but Cas was screaming too loud to hear and light shot from his body, waking Sam from his slumber.

"Dean!" Cas cried out with the last of his strength, tears falling from his eyes. Dean felt his own tears fall faster down his cheeks. He cried out to Cas to just hang on a little longer, but it was too late. More light erupted from Castiel's agonized body and as screams leaving the angel's lips turned into high pitched wailing. Dean watched as the wings burst into flames, burning against Dean's body as he held Cas. Every single feather burned against his skin. That wasn't enough to make him let go however and it didn't make him cry out in pain. He only cried out for his slowly dying friend.

One heart shattering moment later Cas was limp and Dean was crying horrifically.

"Dean, Cas!" Sam called, running to his their side. He stopped short, starring at the immense burns on Dean's skin and Castiel's cold body. He covered his mouth and closed his eyes, unable to look at the forever dead grey color in Cas' once life filled blue eyes. Dean dropped his head onto Cas', letting his tears wash away the blood soaking Cas' pale face. Sam reached out for him, but Dean pulled away, letting out a soft sob. His angel was gone. Gone forever.

Here's your new Supernatural fic. Just as a warning this one is going to have a LOT of character deaths. This is AU just to let you know so if you see characters jumping out of nowhere now you know. It will be updated twice weekly on Mondays and Fridays. (Central Standard Time) There are around 20 chapters. Sorry if Dean is too OOC! Like I said in my last fic- His character's not as easy as it seems.