Despite contrary belief, he was not so insane, so lost to his own wits.

The screams those took as the screams of insanity were screams of his rage, after all that he had done for those brats, they would leave him down here. They think taking the seat of Heaven is so easy, then let them try their hand at it, he had no doubts they'd be running to him by the years end.

Taking over after Father left is something he was sure he should be angered about but he couldn't find it within himself, honestly, he was ready to be done. Done trying to please a father he couldn't please, done ruining a family he cherished so much, much has happened since in his imprisonment.

He knows of the angels falling.

Of Metatron's deceit.

He knows of Fathers return and His departure.

He knows of Lucifer's anger, finding some of it to be justified, his brother had every right to be angry at this point. He had fought along side the Winchesters and Castiel, joined them in fighting the Darkness, and then had himself banished, thrown away whilst injured, and not once did any of them go in search of the younger archangel.

In respect to his aiding them, they only placed more blame on him, they blamed him for what happened with Castiel, despite it being the seraph who agreed to Lucifer using him as his vessel. They still treated him as a common criminal, and though he had done some heinous things in the past, he had done some good in the present.

He had seen what that witch had done to his brother, found himself rolling his eyes in exasperation and turning away from the sight of his brother making love, and then the nephilim was born.

For the first time in the longest time he smiled.

It was so pure, so bright, it reminded him of his brother before he'd taken that cursed mark for their Father. Just a small thing, a fledgling, barely even that, and he chuckled at the tiny things first moments on earth.

Using his gifts to get himself sweets reminded him so much of his youngest brother, Gabriel would adore this boy, his grace twisted at the thought of the messenger. A loss that need not be suffered, an innocent victim who's only fault was wanting his family to be unbroken once again, Gabriel did not need the fate that had come to him.

He stayed quiet when that pesky prince came to take the throne, minding his own place, Asmodeus left him alone and he made no movements.

Happy to stay in this forsaken place, watching over the little nephilim from afar, critiquing the three's parenting skills silently, to himself. He felt his grace boil in rage when Lucifer was thrust into the other world by the hunters mother. Leaving the boy in the care of the Winchesters. He screamed his rage when Dean Winchester dared threaten him, terrifying the demons posted around his cage.

Even still the prince was smart enough to stay away, when every demon he sent to investigate the welfare of the eldest archangel did not return, Asmodues did not get to where he was without having some wits about him.

And then he made his mistake.

The biggest of many.

The eldest in creation stiffened, the familiarity of the grace making him freeze in his shock, and then rage seized him.

From within the cage came a loud thundering boom, a mountain shifting, an island taking form, a volcano releasing its violent rage into the surroundings. The ground quaked and the demons backed away in terror when the construct began to glow a bright molten red.

There had been no movement from within the confines for almost an eternity, and then the master had brought his new pet, the scrambled, running over each other. Anything to get away from the being's relentless wrath.

No one was left to alert the others.

Hell was in full chaos, the cage was opened, from within, and its only prisoner had walked out unscathed. Even the prince was uneasy, locking himself, his human comrade, and their prisoner within the throne room.

As if that was even close to enough to keep him out.

Asmodeus did not fear much, and with the power of the messenger running through him that list became even smaller, but even the messenger himself feared one being. Lucifer talked a big game but when it came down to it, even he stalled in having to face this one, and so his fear was justified.

He was not known for his mercy.

Facing the wrath and rage of the eldest Archangel was enough to frighten anyone.

Hell shook, the rage of the ancient being like a static in the air around them, at his side, huddled on the floor, the messenger whined softly behind the stitches keeping his mouth closed. He gave the angel a sharp look and he cowered away falling silent once more. A well trained puppy.

There was no stopping him. He who had been there at the universes birth. He who had named the angels. He who could destroy this universe they called home with a mere flick of his finger. Asmodeus sucked in a breath with the throne room doors turned a bright orange, burning into a darker red, the cast iron steaming from the heat against its surface, but he didn't move. He would not cower away from the other, never, he gave the messengers side a sharp kick when he crawled forward, enjoying the moment of him falling to the side with a pained gagged cry.

Ketch was behind him, undoubtedly preparing himself for an attack, he resisted the urge to throw an insult. This human thought he was smart enough, good enough, to take on the eldest archangel.

It was bravery or foolishness.

Perhaps both.

'Gav'riel.'

He knew that voice, knew the rage, knew the endless bounds of rolling grace that seeped from him. He hasn't been called that name in eons, and there is only one who would still call him such a thing, and he craves for his touch. His warmth. His safety.

Slowly, despite his mind telling him not to, he crawls closer to the door. Not even a foot away and the demon kicks him. It hurts. And he gives a strangled cry.

It only enrages him more, and Gabriel turns to look at the doors, tears welling in his eyes when they seem to melt away.

'Gav'riel.'

Ketch never see's whats coming, only ever has he heard rumors of what it is like to stand before the eldest archangel, one moment he's preparing himself to attack and the next he's dazed, head ringing, pressed up against the wall behind him. He doesn't know when he was thrown back and can't focus on that enough to try and remember.

In front of him stands a giant, and he has to tilt his head almost all the way back to see it's face, blue eyes glow in the dim lighting, Asmodues kicks at the air from where he's being dangled. The Archangel Gabriel is still whimpering, but not so much of his whimpers of fear, but of pain. He's cradled in a palm, a large palm, rings glisten in the flickering light.

He has never seen an angel's true-form before, and his mind doubts he is now, but even this is enough to send fear shivering down his spine.

Not a feeling he's used to mind you.

Blue eyes flicker down to him and his body shivers on its own will, involuntarily, he swallows.

'Human. I have defended your kind for eons on eons. I am your protector. But I can also be your destroyer on the same breath. Mind yourself.'

The demon prince hisses and spits, sputtering out something that he can't make out, those eyes leave him for the other, Asmodeus falls silent.

'Asmodues, Asmodeus, Asmodeus. I have watched you from afar. You amuse me I admit.', He peers down at the messenger, to those golden eyes that are filled with a fear he should not know, a shadow that should not darken their light, and he utters something in the guttural musical language of the angels, 'Come after my flock again and I will ensure you know what true agony is.'

Hell's Prince nods against the hold on his neck, 'And the boy is included in that Asmodeus. I admire what you've done in Hell, so I will spare you, do not make me regret my decision.'

Asmodeus is dropped then, and he crashes with a series of snaps and cracks, screaming out a strangled cry as the archangels power still smolders his skin.

Blue eyes spare them one last glance and then he turns, making his leave, and the ground still shakes even after he is long out of sight.

has only ever met the Archangel Michael once.

And he never wants to meet him again.

'My little Gav'riel, what has he done to you?'

Gabriel struggles to get his point across, tears still gushing down his cheeks, stinging his shredded lips. A fingers presses to the side of his face, the pad calloused but gently, warm to the touch, and he leans into it.

'You are alright now my little one. I will heal you as new.'

Michael examines the vessel closely, eyeing the runes carved into the skin, the sigils in the bones, a prison for pain. He touches the pad of a finger to the messengers back, and he arches, a silent cry of burning agony as his grace washes away the warding keeping him locked with in.

Gabriel sags in his palm, harsh ragged sobs shaking his frame, and Michael holds him closer.

'Come to me my little one, come to me, out of this vessel you hold so dear. Come out now little Gav'riel.'

The body in his palm surges, it spasms, and slowly but surely a trail of golden grace seeps from his mouth. He frowns at the lack of swirling golden grace, the true essence and form of an angel, but guides it closer with his free hand. Scooping it up in his fingers.

'Come now, just like when you were young, come close my little one and I will take the pain away.'

The messenger swirls closer, around his fingers, up his arm, and curls against his chest. Michael pauses in his stride, pressing a hand to the glowing mass for a moment, letting his own grace wash over him. Gav'riel glows bright for a brief moment and then falls dull again.

He stashes the vessel away for the moment, he will fix that as well, he knows how much his youngest brother adores this vessel. But first he has more to attend to. Perhaps he shouldn't have waited as long as he did to come back and clean up all this mess that was left in the wake of his Father's leaving once more.

But one of the powers he does not have is turning back time itself.

So they must move forward instead.

Okay guys! SO I couldn't not after seeing last nights episode! I'm sorry! Big bro Michael to the rescue! He's got some work to do and he's not letting Gabe go anytime soon. Should I continue it? Have Jack and Luce and everyone else make an appearance? Leave it as it is?