Interlinked

Chapter 1:

Castiel's P.O.V. ~

Dean and I have always shared a more profound bond. I'm pretty sure we still do. But now, not so much. Everything's changed. Everything's different. Michael was right. As a fallen angel, humans and others would hold me in different regards. Dean included. I loved that hunter, he showed me things about myself that I never knew. I thank him for that, but as his trust and respect faltered, so did our positive connection. We call ourselves friends, but really, it's just a term to make ourselves feel better since our depart. I still-

"Cassie, you ok?"

Michael. I smile softly. He's one of the best brothers I could have. He hasn't always been there for me, but now he is. And that's better than nothing since he's doing a great job of it. "Mm, yeah?"

"Is that a question?" He asks. I could hear the slightest hint of amusement in his voice.

"Yes. I'm fine..." I answer distractedly.

Michael slipped through the door and sat at the edge of my bed. "Lost in your thoughts, little one? Don't dwell on them. You're still an angel. You always will be. You don't need wings to be classified like me."

That's what I love about Mikey. He always seems to know what's going on, and if he doesn't, he just follows along and gives the best advice. To me, at least.

"Right. I'm your angel. Your'e my wings." I nod my head remembering the things he'd said to me before.

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Michael's P.O.V. ~

I wrap my arm around Castiel, keeping him there for a while. It was peaceful. But that's when I got lost in my own thoughts, something I feared.

Why did I fear it? After you die it's believed that you have seven minutes of brain activity left inside you, and in the seven minutes you experience your entire life over, in a kind of dreamlike state...because in a dream, time feels stretched. So if that was the case, what if right then, I was in that seven minutes. How would I know if I were alive or just reliving old memories?

The grassy field. The soft kisses. The warm hugs. My brothers. Safe. Happy. I glanced over at Gabriel, where alongside him was Lucifer. Smiling softly, I watched as Gabe prepared to catch a bee. He'd learn, bees sting. Save the arguments, treasure the moments. I watch as the fledgling with the golden brown locks leaps forward and enfolds the little insect in his hands. He looked at it calmly. Why hasn't he been stung? My father appears behind me, a hand on my shoulder to be felt. God. Chuck.

"Daddy, why doesn't he hurt?" I looked at my father with a confused expression.

"Because he is your brother, my son, and will not get hurt in heaven. Our heaven." That was what he answered.

"He'll never learn. You spoil him too much..."

"Have I not done the same with you? With knowledge?"

"That was your choice, you said it was a gift!" I retort. Twelve, I was back then. But I was not stupid, nor ignorant. My traits I earned myself, they were no gift from anyone.

My response only got myself a smack on the back of my head. "And my gift to your brother is safety."

I stumble forwards and my father speaks again,"Watch."

I lift my head and I see Lucifer again. His arms were draped over Gabriel's shoulder in a hug. "Give me it...share, Gabriel. Didn't Father say it's the nice thing to do?"

The youngest archangel nods his head and holds out his hand. Lucifer took the bee. That's when it stung. Everything went by quickly, an angry Lucifer clenching his fist to kill the insect, Gabriel gasping in shock, then laughing, then Castiel. I saw his eyes widen. His mouth open. I heard his scream. That was my youngest sibling. How could I not go to him. It was always up to me to comfort the little ones. I sprint ahead, but my father reaches out and grabs the back of my white cloak.

"Do not struggle with me, Michael. Obey me like the good son you're supposed to be, the good son I made for you to be!"

Gabriel was the only one who noticed what was happening to me, the only one who heard what was said. He stopped laughing and stared at us, his gaze becoming blank.. Our eyes met before my gaze flickered back to a panicking Cas.

"No! Stop, Luci! Don't kill it!" Castiel screams, his young innocent voice ringing throughout the fields. He runs towards the two, in attempt to save the soon to be dead bee. "Move, Gabriel!" Castiel tries to push his sibling away only to be shoved back.

"Did - no, you just pushed me. Are you trying to fight?! You can't fight, brother, you've always had more feelings than us archangels, even angels of your...lower rank..."

"That's what you call a minority!" Lucifer snaps angrily to nobody in particular.

Cas lies on the soil, the soft grass. But even that was no comfort. It seemed like betrayal. His clothes were torn, body scratched and bleeding. The blood especially. The once white outfit he had was now stained with green, brown, red...black.

That was the beginning of the small angel's fall. I never knew it would progress further...

His small figure lay almost limp if you didn't count the shivers of pain and the trembling of his fear. Cas whimpers, almost pathetically, as he uses the last bit of energy to reach an arm towards Lucifer's hand.

Gabriel lashes out again, pushing him back onto dirt,"Don't even try, Cas, you aren't strong enough. So stop fighting. . ."

As I was thinking, I realised that back then, Cas and I were the only ones who gave each other aliases. Gabriel just mocked Castiel and I. He mocked us.

Now it was Lucifer again, and this time he spoke directly towards Castiel,"You don't fight. You watch the bees." And with a quick movement, the bee was dead, and Castiel had been kicked again towards unconsciousness.

To this day he doesn't remember a thing about that incident except for one thing in particular which he says till today,'I don't fight, I watch the bees...'

"Michael! Mikey! Say something!!" His small hands are placed on my shoulders, trying to shake me from my daze, I feel them. But I don't react yet. "Michael! Do something with me! Do something! Anything?!"

Castiel. He was the angel that showed more emotion than any of us In heaven. Something that led to his downfall.

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3rd Person P.O.V. ~

Of course Gabriel was God's favourite. He had every visible reason to be. Adorable, strong, golden locks, big eyes, what was not to love? His smile was mischievous, though his eyes sincere, and despite all the innocence he portrayed, the youngest archangel managed to pull off the look of a nonchalant and cool individual.

It. Wasn't. Fair.

Michael was the one who worked the hardest, cared the most, but despite what he felt, he did what Father said so. He was made to be the perfect son.

But little did they all know that Gabriel would be entangling himself into a new mess, one that escalated quickly, and was near to come. One that wouldn't be dealt with so easily by the word of God, by the power of God.

This problem was for Archangels and the other sort to figure out.