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AN: Children are always the first to suffer because of the sins of their parents.

I beg all of you to listen to this song: www.youtube.com/watch. It's "My Secret Friend" by IAMX featuring Imogen Heap and it really helped me write this chapter. I suffered through a major writer block and got so frustrated that I was about to start writing something else. This song came on and this came together like magic.

Chapter Nineteen: Sins of the Fathers

It was just a dream.

There was no fire, blood or brimstone.

ScreamingbloodterrorfearpainpleasurepainSammysosorrysorry.

Light.

And Heaven came down.

LightloveforgivenesslovepeacemercyloveyouunderstandingfreedoomDean.

Gentle fingers stole the tension from his muscles and screams faded into whispered words.

"Sleep."

Heaven was a dreamless sleep.

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Of all things, of all God's creations, Abel liked the sun the most.

He tipped his head back then stretched like a cat and grinned as gravel dug into his skin.

His charge continue to sleep and that was something that Abel did not require, so he went to the roof of the building.

Fashionable clothes were neatly folded and set by equally fashionable shoes.

Abel laid there for what felt like hours even when the sound of shuffling feet reached him.

Hesitant steps like a mouse trying not to wake a sleeping cat.

The sun was briefly hidden by clouds and Abel dressed without hurry.

The empty desolation in the eyes watching him seared more than the heat of the sun ever could.

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"Rise and shine, princess!"

Two set of eyes glared at him and Dean could honestly say that he wasn't shocked that Sam and Uriel had a sleepover.

"Are the clouds not soft enough up there," he asked her with a raised eyebrow.

She only stared blankly then stretched when Sam stood then muttered something about taking a shower.

Uriel snorted but still tipped her head up for a kiss.

"I have morning breath," Sam said as he made a face.

The eyebrow went up and he caved.

Dean rolled his eyes and Sam shrugged.

"If it were you and Castiel-"

"Go shower, you freak," Dean said as he shook his head in disbelief. "And could you put on some pants," he asked as he glanced at Uriel.

She half heartedly sneered at Dean then stretched again.

"If you just-"

"No."

"All I'm trying to do is inform you that-"

"No," Dean repeated with feeling. "I don't want any of you giving me advice because that's just... It's just creepy! I don't need my little brother's girl friend telling me how to put the moves on my..."

Uriel grinned then leaned forward.

"...Shut up."

She snickered and Dean almost got whiplash turning away so fast as Uriel wiggled into her jeans.

"I said nothing," she sang with laughter in her eyes.

"I don't need help."

"Of course..."

"Seriously, I don't," Dean said. "You just do... whatever it is that you do with Sam, but if you hurt him-"

"Your mother and father have already spoken to me."

That knocked all the air out of Dean.

Uriel stretched one more time then sat Indian style with her elbows resting on her knees.

"They are both at peace and they are both very proud of you and Sam, Dean," she gently said. "They have each paid the price for their sins and now they may rest together for all eternity."

This was one of the few times he could actually see that Uriel was an angel.

In some ways, she was more human than Castiel, but right now?

It was easy to look past the hair and the piercings and the clothes because all Dean had to do was look into her eyes.

He finally saw what Uriel truly was and it left him shaking.

What he was seeing was a vessel made of flesh and bone that housed an ageless, eternal, alien being that walked among men and knew the voice of God.

Sam stepped out of the bathroom in a towel and Uriel whistled at him like a frat boy at a strip club.

Dean had never felt so disoriented in his life.

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God always showed mercy to children.

They were selfless, innocent, and ignorant of all evil until they were old enough to understand the horrors of the world.

Parents could mold a child into whatever they wished, but the child already had a destiny.

Whether they chose to fulfill it or not was entirely up to them.

However...

However, some children never got that chance.

Some were forced to live a life that they never should have.

These were the children that Castiel wept for.

Not for the toys that they would never have or the friends that they would never play with, but for their own uniqueness that would never be able to bloom and take growth under careful direction and love.

He wept for those children that were destined to change they world but never would.

These were the children that had their innocence ripped form them then violated as thoroughly as possible.

These were the children that could rarely be saved.

A creature that has lived in darkness and dust could never fully adapt to a world full of sunshine and laughter.

He did not even feel the tears falling from his face though he felt so hollow.

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The sudden rain puzzled meteorologists that could track a cloud before it even formed, but Abel knew that the rain had nothing to do with humidity.

A heavy sadness that was not his filled his heart and he sighed then pressed his forehead against the cool glass of the window.

Castiel was far from soft-hearted or weak and all of their kind treasured children, but the pain of any child ate at his soul like a cancer.

The TV in the room was on but none of its inhabitants were watching it.

Abel like the noises and colors.

Adam watched Abel.

"Why didn't he tell her?"

Adam Milligan sat sat on the one bed that occupied the room and he had the air of a lost child.

His hair looked as if a flock of birds had recently nested in it and his eyes were wide and sad.

"You said he loved her... If he loved her, why didn't he protect her," he asked with bitterness and anger sharpening his words.

"Despite whatever you think," Abel lazily said as he turned to face him, "John Winchester did more than he ever could to protect you and your mother. If he ever settled down and attempted to have a life with her, any other child born from that union would have suffered. You are far from a mistake and your birth was foreseen, it was just... unexpected."

Adam narrowed his eyes and Abel fought the urge to pull at his hair.

"Most of us-"

"Us?"

Abel pointed to himself then fluttered his fingers and Adam smiled despite his mood.

"Most of us never thought that John Winchester would never love another woman after the death of his wife at the hands of Azazel, but they were obviously wrong," the cherub snorted. "While John really and truly loved her, no man is expected to be without any form of companionship. Mankind was crated to commune with God so it's only natural that you are social creatures."

Adam nodded so Abel continued.

"You already know of how your parents met, but what you do not realize is how important you are because of your father," he said. "Your brothers have been given a monumental task and you are to be kept safe. And before you ask why," Adam's mouth snapped shut, "I will explain. If you were left out in the world in what is to be the most crucial point of your history, you could be used as a tool. Your brothers do not even know of your existence," Abel revealed.

"Your father kept his life from you and your mother because he knew he wouldn't be able to protect both of you," he sighed. "If anyone else was told that there was a third Winchester brother, demons would've descended upon you like vultures on a carcass," Abel flatly said as Adam flinched. "You would have been a weakness that John could not have afforded. The fact that you were even able to have a normal life shows how much your father loved you," Abel gently said as he sat down beside Adam.

"You did not have to learn how to shoot and reload a shotgun in less than five seconds when you were 11 years old and you never had to learn how to kill something that looked like a man, but was actually a monster when you were 12. These hands," Abel murmured as his fingers caressed Adam's, "were the hands of child and these fingers only held crayons and never knew the sharp edge of a knife. These fingers know books and how to heal sickness. They never had to take the life of another living creature and for that, you can only thank your father," he said as he looked the boy in the eye.

The only sound in the room was rain and the gentle rising and falling volume of the TV.

"I understand," Adam quietly said.

Abel released his hands then returned to stand by the window.