Title: Everytime

Beta: None. All mistakes are my own.

Pairing: Cas/Dean

Time: S4:E1: Lazarus Rising

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, its characters or its angels. If i did, Castiel wouldn't have died and would have instead ran into Dean's arms at the end of Season Six, begging for forgiveness. The Dialogue is taken verbatim from the episode and so no copyright infringement intended. All rights go to Erik Kripke.

"Notice me

Take my hand

Why are we

Strangers when...

Our love was strong

Why carry on without me"

It was a difficult thing, getting Dean Winchester out of hell. Going into hell without being found out while searching its endless abyss for a single soul among hundreds of thousands of billions of souls was hard enough but getting out without as much as alerting a single demon was harder. To raise him from perdition the fastest, I had to use my Grace, which instinctively reaches out towards Dean's soul – it being the purest thing in hell - and leaves a handprint on his delicate human skin.

It was simple to grow back the skin and tissue from his rotting body, but difficult to watch as the raised skin in the shape of my hand forms on his pale flesh. I feel shame at having hurt the very thing I had been sent to save. But there is nothing to do but flee as Dean, body and soul restored, begins to regain consciousness.

Later on, as I follow him into a small gas station, where he see the mark I've left him in the bathroom mirror, I try to speak to him. Foolishly believing he is one of the chosen few who could see my true form, I begin my arrival as he loots the cash register. The television behind him turns on, then the radio and soon the entire building is shaking. I continue to descend as he puts salt lines along the windowsills. But then he clutches his head in pain dropping the salt a moment later to crouch on the floor in agony and I knew he could not take in my true form. It saddened me as I retreat, the window shattering signaling my leaving.

I follow him for a while after that to make sure he hadn't been injured during my failed attempt at speaking with him. When he get to Robert Singer's place and is attacked by the man, I almost interfere. But pretty soon, he has the situation under control and I stay back, hidden in the shadows. As they speak - incorrectly assuming Dean's brother, Sam, had made a deal with a demon and gotten him out - I make plans to try, once more, to speak with him. Surely, one failed attempt was all right for someone who had just risen from hell.

I follow them as they go to the Astoria Motel, arriving there late at night, to see Sam. Once again, Dean is attacked but Robert Singer holds off the tall man from killing Dean. Eventually, they talk and Sam admits to having tried and failed to resurrect Dean. I leave after Singer told them about knowing a psychic who could help, to which both men agree to try. I no longer need to follow Dean to know that he would be safe, with his brother – as changed as he was – he is, for the most part, safe.

Retreating back to heaven, I find myself searching for alternative ways of communicating with Dean. I search for a vessel fitting for my Grace and find one only a few blocks from the motel the Winchester's are in. Jimmy Novak, a devout and astute man who, almost nightly, prayed to be someone. I travel back in time to few weeks earlier and gain my way into his life, asking only for signs of loyalty and trust. Soon enough, I have alienated him from his family, something I had not meant to do, and he accepts me into his life completely.

Going back in time to before Dean was made Hellhound meat, I - wearing Jimmy - make a few stops and check in on him. Certainly, he must have changed after what he must have suffered in hell and so, by getting a look at his past, I could accurately gauge how much he'd changed. Or at least that what I told myself as I peek in on him during a fight with his brother, Sam. A rather pitiful sight, green eyes hard and lips set in a line except for when he spoke to his little brother on the phone. His eyes immediately softened, his voice- although still deep- was less heavy and less sad.

I find myself smiling at the sight of him beaming into the phone and then shaking his head to stop himself from apologizing. He wouldn't have apologized if he knew who Sam had been hanging around with at the time. Before I can warn him, revealing myself now instead of in the future, I am called away by a summoning spell.

My Grace is being pulled from my vessel, pulled by the attraction of the remaining Grace that Dean's skin contains. I try to resist, telling the psychic to retreat because seeing me, without my vessel in my true form, might kill her. But she, in a snarky voice, replies that she didn't scare easily. My Grace continues to be pulled, revealing parts of me slowly until finally, asking to see my face, I let her see me fully. I look in on the room where Robert Singer, the Winchester's and the psychic are in, sitting around a circular table with candles.

When my face, my angel form, is revealed the candles flare up and the psychic screams as her eyeballs burn in their socket. Dean's panicked face and the woman's screaming, ending her chant, allow me to retreat back into Jimmy. Sighing at the destruction I have unfortunately caused.

I return in my human vessel and follow Sam and Dean as they enter a dinner that is full of demons. I sit back and watch as they interact with one another and then the demons that infest the establishment. I find myself disliking the demon in the body of a waitress as she speaks to Dean in a mocking voice.

"Dean. To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck," the demon says, leaning forward on the table with her elbows supporting her head. "So you just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me. What makes you so special?"

"I like to think it's because of my perky nipples!" Dean replies with a wide grin but then admits at not knowing who or what pulled him out. Its not for the lack of trying he seems to add with a look towards Sam.

"Mind your tone with me, boy. I'll drag you back to hell myself," The demon says darkly as I prepare to interfere but Dean leans forward, a challenge in his green eyes. He challenges her, making it clear that whoever, whatever, got him out wanted him out for a reason and would gladly come looking for her if he went back. He wasn't incorrect; I would be back to have a chat with her later on. He then punches her twice, making the demon stir in her seat looking more nervous by the second. It is then that I decide to try harder next to contact him.

As night hits and the patrons of the diner leave, I walk inside. Still trying to adjust to this vessel, I make my way through the diner and kill the demons one by one. One touch of my palm against their foreheads and they are killed inside their 'meat suits', as they so passionately call them. I miss one, burning her slightly so that she can deliver a message to the rest of her kin: Dean Winchester is not to be messed with.

I leave, preparing to make contact with Dean once more, waiting until Sam sneaks out of their room and drives away in the Impala. I try again to appear before him as soon as Sam is far away. Dean is sleeping and as I make my decent making the television turn on, he is startled awake. By the time the mirror above him shatters and he is on the floor clutching his ears, I know that, once again, I've failed. This early on, having just gotten my vessel, I guess it would be a miracle that that would have worked at the diner.

But I get another chance a few hours later when, now fully embedded in my vessel, I let myself be pulled into the empty building. The building, both inside and out, is covered with demon repelling sigils and various charms spread about by Bobby Singer and Dean. But that won't cage me. The weapons on a table won't stop me from speaking with Dean and warning him about what is to come nor apologizing for the brand on his skin.

I slammed the doors open. They stand together, armed with shotguns full of salt rounds at the end of the warehouse. I walk as casually as I can even though Jimmy's heart was speeding up. The light bulb above me shatters and breaks as I pass under it, showering me in sparks of light. I approach, already prepared to heal myself before they even begin to shoot at me. Of course, they have no affect on me and so, as a final act of desperation, Dean grabs ahold of the demon killing knife.

"Who are you?" Dean asked, his hand gripping the knife, preparing to attack.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition," I reply in a voice that is unfamiliar to me, that of my vessel.

"Yeah, thanks for that," he says before plunging the knife into my chest. I look down at it, feeling the cool metal slicing through my vessel's skin and, pulling it out, I drop it to the floor whilst repairing the damage it caused to this body. Bobby is next to attack. But I quickly overpower him and - touching two fingertips to his forehead - he collapses on the floor.

"We need to talk, Dean. Alone."

Dean rushes to check on the unconscious human all the while glaring at me. I flip through a ritual book that lies on the table, taking note of several errors and the lack of Enochian spells.

"Your friend is alive," I tell him after a moment.

"Who are you?" He asks getting up and looking at me. I am unsure of what he thinks I am, perhaps a demon.

"Castiel," I reply roughly. Jimmy's voice seems to be deepening as time progresses and I find myself preferring a deep baritone to his natural soft tone.

"Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?"

"I'm an Angel of the Lord." I look at him, gauging his reaction and see his face tilt in disbelief.

"Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing," he replies shaking his head. I hold in a sigh, walking to stand in the middle of the warehouse.

"That is your problem, Dean. You have no faith."

Without even thinking about it, I extend my wings behind me. Lightning flashes and my wings are shadowed in the background, stretching further than the distance between walls in the warehouse. When the lightning stops, so does the shadow of my wings. My hands clench at having just laid myself bare for a human who doesn't even believe.

"Some angel you are," he says after a moment, his eyes hard. "You burned out that poor woman's eyes."

"I warned her no to spy on my true form," I tell him, approaching him slowly. He doesn't back away, a good sign, but his body tenses slightly. "It can be... overwhelming to humans, so can my real voice. But you already knew that."

"You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?" I nod and look down for misjudging the situation. I was too hasty to get in contact that I didn't stop and think of what could have happened. "Buddy, next time, lower the volume."

"That was my mistake," I reply. "Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought that you would be one of them. I was wrong."

He looks at my vessel from head to tow, my eyes following the movement of his eyes. His lips pull up in a smirk as her replies sarcastically, "and what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?"

I chuckle, looking down at my body. I smile to myself at having picked such a strong, mindful vessel. I look back at Dean, and say, "This? This is... a vessel."

"You're possessing some poor bastard?" he asks horrified.

"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."

I can see he doesn't believe I am speaking the truth by the way his eyes narrow as I move around him. His eyes snap to Bobby and then to me as if wondering what would he do were he in Dean's situation. Surely, Bobby would have fought a while longer. But soon, as we get down to the reason why I saved him, Dean's body relaxes as I reveal the truth.

"What's the matter?" I ask confused edging closer to him. My Grace lights up inside of me, pulling me towards him, towards the little bit of it that was left on Dean's skin. "You don't think you deserve to be saved?"

"Why'd you do it?" his eyes narrow at me, as I get closer.

"Because God commanded it," I say sternly. "Because we have work for you."

Note: Okay so i was listening to Britney Spears' Everytime and watching a youtube video of Cas looking at Dean with those SEX eyes and my mind just joined the two together. I was at a laundramat and I think I might have scared a few patrons by my excited squeeling as I began to jot this part down. There will be five Castiel pieces, from season four to season six, and two Dean pieces from season seven. Seven Seven broke my heart but there was so much angst! i might do Three Dean pieces instead of two but... no promises.

Also, if anyone is interested i am looking for a beta.