The only thing I cared about was finding my brother. The angels have fallen. They're my family too, but Castiel is my real family. And he needs me. I've been on earth for a long time. After our father left, so did I. I should have helped him, my little angel of Thursday. He's always broken the mold. This is why he's my favorite. I know in families you're not supposed to pick favorites, but my family isn't like normal families.

I packed a bag and hopped in my car. I've been working as a clothing salesperson to pay bills; landlords don't care if you're an angel. Even if you were to tell them. I drove to the last place I'd checked on him. I drove because it's safer, in times like these. Could I have flown, yes. My grace is still fully intact. I didn't fall like the rest. I should be worried about them, but I can't find my brother, no matter how hard I focus. I needed to find the Winchester brothers; maybe they could give me some answers.

It took me a few days to get there, to Kansas. It took me even longer to find the bunker they called home. Day after day of searching in back woods for a black impala. Finally, a week after I left my home, I found them.

I placed my car in park and walked up to the door. I knocked swiftly three times. I heard them shuffling behind the door, I heard the hammer of a colt click back, the barrel press against the door. Dean Winchester peered from behind the door, opened a crack.

"Can I help you?" He gruffly asked.

"We need to talk." I placed my hand against the door and pushed it open, he stumbled a bit before righting himself and placing the barrel of the colt against my chest.

"Who are you?" He shouted.

I rolled my eyes and looked up at him."My name is Sariel; I'm the archangel of Eternity and Trembling. I need to find my brother, Castiel, the angel of Thursday, and I need your help." I added the last bit because everyone knows the Winchesters are suckers for people that need help.

"Haven't seen him. There's the door." He gestured with the gun.

I sighed and quickly took the gun from him, removed the clip and dismantled it completely, and handed him back the pieces. "I don't take kindly to being threatened."

"Well I don't take kindly to people busting in to my house in the middle of the day demanding my help."
"That's just the kind of thing you love, Dean."

"How do you know my name?" He frowned.

"Archangel." I pointed at my self. "Look, I need to find him." I closed my eyes. "Please."

"Look, last I heard, him and Metatron had some big scheme cooked up to close the gates of heaven and then all the angels fell." I stared at him, I felt my anger rising, my grace was starting to shine through my vessel.

"Metatron?" I narrowed my eyes. "That bottom feeding dickhead, was working with my brother?"

"Hey, Metatron is your brother too." I guess Dean finally gave up on me leaving; he walked and poured himself a glass of bourbon. "I guess you don't like him to awful much."

"I'll kill him." I needed to reign my grace back in before I started to shatter glass, I don't think he would like that too much.

"Whoa," He put his hands up. "Why don't you sit down, have a drink, and explain to me what's going on."

I sighed heavily. "Fine." I dumped myself in a chair and accepted the drink. "Listen, I'm the first female my Father ever created. In the beginning it was just Me, Lucifer, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, and Zachariah. I was the first and only female. I was always too rash, or too forgiving, too this or too that. As is the way with women. After my father created the other angels, they all saw it that way as well. Even the other female angels, but not Castiel. He saw things differently. He never cared for what everyone else thought of me. He's my only real family. He's my little brother, and I need to find him. You know what that's like, Dean." I said, pleadingly.

"Yeah, okay." He said, sighing heavily. "I know a little about you. You're an angel of healing." He leaned across the table. "Castiel said Sammy was screwed up on an atomic level, so bad not even he could fix it. If you can, even if it's just a little, I'll help you."

"I'll do what I can." I said, "I promise." I reached my hand across the table in a hand shake. Dean raised his to meet mine. "Understand this, Son of Man. You're entering an accord with an Archangel. If you do not hold up your end, I will undo all of what I've done, and pull your brother to me, and raise him from this Earth. I am a messenger of death, one of many. I will with absolute certainty bring him to your favorite horseman, and I will not hesitate for one moment. It is known?"

"Yes." He said, clasping my hand. "It is known." We shook once and stood from the table. "This way." He led me through the bunker to Sam's room. He opened the door and I could smell the pestilence. Sam Winchester is dying.

I stepped inside the room and turned back to Dean, "You might want to close your eyes. I don't want to have to heal you, too."

He nodded sternly. I looked down at Sam, his skin was pale, and stretched tight over his bones, paper thin, blue veins clearly visible. Muscular atrophy took its course, his skin sagged from gravity. All of this, in one week.
I let go. I let my grace course out through my vessel's pores. I let it wash over Sam. My wings stretched out across the room, encompassing Sam in my protection. I pushed my grace to him, pushing it in his body, letting it fill his undernourished, malignant body. It circled all around him. I healed his liver, ripe from years of drinking. I healed his lungs, scarred from coughing up blood. I healed him as completely as I could. It was over in a few moments.

I opened my eyes and looked at Dean. "It's done." He opened his eyes and rushed over to Sam. He looked better, but not as he should.

"When will he wake up?" Dean looked at me.

"In about a week. His body and his mind both need to recharge." I clasped my hands together. "I will place this entire area over my protection, no malevolence will be able to enter with out my knowing, and if it happens, I will immediately fly us both here and we will address the threat. Are you ready?"

"Uh, yeah." He walked out of the room after me and closed the door. "Oh, one thing." He looked at me. "I'm driving."