Whether or not it's a stroke of bad luck for the both of them that Michael happens to be part of the majority who've lost their memories as well as their adult bodies to the playground remains to be seen. It makes him docile and easy to handle at the moment, but archangels have egos like black holes. He may not be pleasant in the aftermath.

(Then again, when was the last time the eldest had been pleasant?)

For the moment, Michael is all open excitement and fluttering wings as he hops his way over to Castiel.

If he had ever thought to ask their Father for siblings, Michael would have stopped at one. It wasn't his place to make demands of God in the first place. One more angel in Heaven would have been plenty of company for him. Three in one day is more than he ever would have imagined or hoped for.

"Hi."

He beams up at his now-older sibling, massive wings still twitching behind him. They're not much smaller or weaker than they are normally; he hadn't been built helpless, after all. For everything else that's off about his Grace, at least this remains the same.