In the Beginning

And on the Second Day

Angels can grow extraordinarily fast. A few days can make it seem like it has been months or years. As Gabriel grows into his Archangel powers, Castiel is learning how to walk. God creates more sons and daughters, loving them all. The Darkness and God argue often over the creation of the world. The Darkness has already destroyed so many ones before. Fearful, that she is not enough for her brother, that his children are not enough to satisfy this stranger urge for him to create and fill the void of the universe. On the other hand, God is worried the world will never be created, that the void will remain lonely and empty. He yearns for creation and all the wonders that he could do. He has so much power, why not use it to create and fill this bottomless emptiness. And to be worshipped back by his creation for all the wonders he can do.

Meanwhile, Gabriel and Balthazar are trying to reach Castiel to walk. Joseph and Gadreel are watching over the younger fledglings, some just created. While Michal and Lucifer fly through the garden at the center of Heaven.

"Come on Castiel, come here." Gabriel ushers with open arms.

Balthazar is holding him firmly, controlling his balance. Castiel gurgles as he lets his body drop. Balthazar continues to keep Castiel upright.

"Cassie, come on." Gabriel's wings move in frustration, which catches Castiel's eyes.

"Floof Floof." Castiel murmurs, holding his chubby toddler arms out.

Gabriel stretches his wings out more and Castiel's eyes grow wide in wonder and awe. On stubby legs, Castiel waddles towards Gabriel. Gabriel catches Castiel and lifts him to his chest. Castiel grips tightly onto Gabriel's top feathers.

"Ouch! Hey, you little Brat!" Gabriel hollers and pinches Castiel's check. Castiel grumbles and releases the golden feathers. Balthazar chuckles and crawls over. Gabriel hugs both of his little brothers and surrounds them in his winds protectively.

"Floof! Floof!" Castiel squeals and traces small fingers along Gabriel's wings. Gabriel moves his wings and all three boys watch as Lucifer and Michael glide down on their wings. Castiel squirms and tries to get to them. "Floof, floof!" He cries and eventually gets out of Gabriel's hold.

Castiel stumbles, trying to get to his brother Lucifer and his bright white wings.

"Floof, floof!" Castiel cries again, he trips over his own feet and falls.

They all chuckle at clumsy Castiel. Castiel isn't bothered by it at all. In fact, Castiel has just realized his own set of wings. He snatches the tip of his wings, seeming afraid it might go away, and gnaws on the tip with his toothless mouth. His legs rock him and his feathers wrapping around him. Seeing the movements, Castiel moves to the other wing.

Lucifer creates the images to hold on to these moments and shows them to Michael.

"I made some of those of you when you were younger." Michael snaps his fingers and a book appears, made from the trees of the destroyed planets his father had tried to create. The book is filled with moments and memories of every angel. Some are even moving pictures.

Michael bends down to show all of his brothers the book. Castiel, who giggles and gurgles, slaps the photos he really likes or when he recognizes one of his siblings that he most commonly sees. Raphael soon joins them and so does all the angels in Heaven. Even God and his sister take a break from arguing to look through the book.

It is difficult to think, that only a day later, the Archangels would deceive and fight their Aunt and lock her up, forever.