((This is my first chapter in my Supernatural fanfic between Castiel and a OC character Alex. If you like please R&R))

Chapter 1: Lazarus Rising

It was a miracle. It had to be. Nothing else could explain Dean Winchester rising from the dead his body seemingly untouched by the hellhound or the four months he had spent rotting in a simple pine box. Alex Singer had been there with her uncle when Dean had shown up looking winded and apprehensive but alive. Something by the name of Castiel had dragged Dean out of the pit and back into his body. No matter how much research her and Bobby had done they couldn't find any reference to anything named Castiel. Or anything that would have the power to perform the miracle of pulling a soul straight out of hell and back into their body. She knew these same questions where bothering Dean. That was what had brought the three of them to the abandoned warehouse. To summon what ever it was that had brought Dean back and had burnt out the eyes of Pamela. One of her uncle's favorite physics.

A slender hand slowly reached up brushing back a lock of mousey brown hair behind her ear that had come free from the pony tail. She wasn't a extraordinarily attractive woman. Along with her brown hair her eyes where a common shade of green. Everything about her was common. Even her build was common. Looking around the walls of the warehouse which where now littered with traps and talismans from every culture from around the globe. Bobby wasn't taking any chances on leaving anything out. Most of them she knew there where a few that she couldn't place.

"That's a hell of an art project you've got going there," Dean commented as he continued setting up the equipment they would need for what ever it they where fixing to summon. Alex's finger started idly playing with the selves button of her denim jacket feeling the nervousness starting to well up. She started praying under her breath as she walked around the empty warehouse. It had been a habit of hers since she was a child. She believed there was a god and he was looking after them. She had seen to much too much evil not to believe there was a god out there as well.

"Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How you doin?" Bobby asked watching his niece wandering the almost empty warehouse. This was a bad idea. He was going to kill Dean if anything happened to her. He could see her lips moving as she prayed.

"Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife. I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of," Dean said looking over the collection of hunting supplies.

"Anything you've ever heard of?" Alex asked as her prayers slowly stopped her eyes focusing on Dean. "Anything you've heard of? Dean when was the last time you heard of anything strong enough to pull someone out of hell and put them back in their body that had been rotting for four months?" she spoke anger starting to taint her normally quite soft voice. She didn't stop walking tell she was standing right in front of Dean who was looking like he was in for another one of her lectures. She had grew up with the Winchester boys and she knew Dean was prone to getting himself into trouble. Bobby simply stepped away knowing better then to get in her way. "Dean this isn't anything we've heard of before. We have no idea if there is even anything out there that can kill this. Why can't you just accept that some times miracles happen?" She asked feeling like it wasn't going to do a bit of good.

"Because miracles just don't happen," Dean said as his hand planted itself on the table as he leaned towards her just slightly. "Demon's just don't pull people out of hell out of the goodness of their heart. What ever this 'Thing' is it had a reason for pulling me out and it can't be good,"

"This is still a bad idea," Bobby said hopping to defuse the growing argument between the two.

"Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times. What do you say we ring the dinner bell?" Dean sighed as he turned from Alex. The two of them would argue with him from dawn tell dusk that this was a bad idea but in the end they where there with him and there wasn't anyone else he would rather have. Hell he knew that this was a bad idea but it was the only way they would find out who had sprung him and why.

Bobby nodded reluctantly as he walked over to the only other desk. Taking a pinch of powder from a bowl he sprinkled it into a larger bowl hearing his niece once more starting to pray. As the smoke began to rise he started chanting in Latin. All Alex could hear was her uncle chanting and the her own prayers that they would all live through this.

She had lost track of how much time had passed since Bobby had preformed the summoning ritual. The only thing that had stopped her prayers was the fact the her voice was starting to go horse on her. Now Alex sat beside her uncle on one of the tables her long legs swinging back and forth a bored expression on all their faces. What ever it was seemed to be hard to call when you needed it.

"You sure you did the ritual right?" Dean asked noticing the look Bobby gave him almost insulted that it was implied that he didn't know how to preformed a simple summoning ritual. "Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?" Alex couldn't help but smile seeing how flustered her uncle was becoming. Almost as if on cue a loud rattling shook the roof making her jump as the tin of the roof flapped sounding like a tornado was just outside.

"I guess dinner is served," Alex whispered as she grabbed the only shotgun that was left taking her spot behind Dean and Boddy at the far end of the warehouse. Her hand gripped the shotgun a little tighter watching the door. She fully expected some horrid monster to come bursting through the door drool dripping down from razor sharp fangs. When the door burst open it was anything but that walked in. What came walking in after the door bursts open was far from the monster she had been picturing. A handsome man dressed in a business suit and trench coat stalked in catching her attention from the start. His blue eyes cold and hard as he continued stalking towards them like a creature on the parole. Light bulbs above his head shattered sending down showers of sparks as he passed them a clear display of his power.

When he drew close enough both Dean and Bobby opened fire the sounds and smells of gun shoots filling the warehouse. Even though her gun was fully loaded Alex couldn't find the will to pull the trigger. There was something about those eyes of his that kept her finger from squeezing the trigger. From the way he didn't even slow from the shots it wouldn't have done any good if she had fired.

"Who are you?" Dean asked as Alex slowly backed away her gun lowering slightly. Now that he was closer she could see a glow about his body. It was as though he where bathed in light. He was no demon. She could see demon's even when they where in human form. Her and Bobby had never been able to fully figure out why but they had their guesses. Most of it doing when she was a child. She had been close to death most of her childhood. Bobby had guessed it was because of that she could see a little beyond the vale. He was far from being a demon. Demons where always bathed in blackness. So dark that it seemed to darken everything about them. He was anything but dark. He seemed to be bathed in light. Her mind raced as it followed its own path of though. If demons where always dark and this guy was pure light then he had to be…..an angel? An angel. Could it really be? Everything seemed to fit. The light, bringing Dean back from the depths of hell, everything. He was a Angel. Alex's eyes seemed to light up as she relised just what this new comer really was.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition," The stranger spoke his voice low and calm much like the expression on his face.

"Yeah. Thanks for that," Alex watched in horror as Dean reared back plunging the magic knife deep into the new comers chest.

"Dean that's not going to work," she whispered her voice barely above a whisper. "He's not a demon," Her words seemed to be proven as the man looked down at the blade jutting out of his chest. Unconcerned he pulled it out dropping it to the floor. The sound of metal hitting concrete resonated through the room driving home the fact that this was a totally new creature.

"BOBBY DON'T" she screamed as Bobby attacked the new comer from behind. Without looking the new comers hand shot up grabbing Bobby's weapon using it to swing him around almost effortlessly. Which was not a easy task considering the size of her uncle. Alex watched in horror as Bobby crumpled to the ground almost lifelessly from a single touch of the strangers fingertips. What the hell where they dealing with? Even though he had dropped her uncle with almost as much effort as someone would swat away a fly Alex still couldn't bring herself to raise her gun.

"We need to talk, Dean. Alone," The new comer said, seemingly for now, ignoring the fact she was in the same room as them. Dean ignored the man crouching down over Bobby his fingers pressing into his neck to check if he was indeed alive. The glare Dean was giving the new comer was harsh.

"Dean is he still alive?" Alex whispered her eyes never leaving the stranger even though he might have just killed the last family she had.

"Your friend's alive," The man spoke his blue eyes finally coming to focus fully on her. The insensitive of his glare made her wish she could have shrunk away from him. Under the cold glaze of his eyes Alex couldn't find any words. His eyes where so different then anything she had never seen before.

"Who are you?" Dean asked standing nodding to her that the stranger was telling the truth and that her uncle was alive. Alex finally managed to pull her eyes away from the stranger to look at her uncle laying unconscious on the floor.

"Castiel," He responded his voice as cold and level as it had been before. So this was the powerful Castiel that had gripped Dean and pulled him up from hell.

"Yeah, I figured that much. I mean what are you?" Dean asked the million dollar question as Alex back a little further away from the being Castiel thankful that he had over looked her presence at least for now.

"I'm an Angel of the Lord," Castiel revealed the news shooting through her like a bolt of electricity. Angels where real. She almost couldn't believe it. Still even though it would mean taking him at his word it would explain the strange glow around him.

"Angel's are real?" Alex whispered almost in shock. The revelation that angels where real resounded deep with in her. Her faith in a higher holy power now seemingly justified.

"Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing," Dean said seemingly not as enthused or believing about the news as she was.

"This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith," Lightning flashed seemingly out of no where flooding Castiel's form with light. Alex couldn't help but gasp as great shadowy wings appeared behind him in spectral form. Stretching off into the distance. It was beautiful to her. He was a angel. A true blue living angel. The image of his form in a hint of his glory was almost so overwhelming she wanted to sink to her knees but she forced herself to remain standing.

"Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes," Dean growled out as he glared at Castiel who simply raised his hand to silence him. At once Castiel's eyes where on her and she could feel the heaviness of his gaze.

Alex slowly backed away from the approaching angel tell the cold wood of the warehouse stopped her movements. Castiel continued walking towards her his cold blue eyes never leaving her. She was different than other humans. She could perceive his true visage. She was a work of art. As was all of his fathers creations.

"I need to talk to Dean alone. I have overlooked your presence as long as I could," Castiel said as he stopped a mere foot from her. He watched her eyes move from him to her uncle laying on the floor and back to him. Putting together what he was going to do to her.

"It won't hurt will it?" Alex asked looking into those blue eyes feeling her heart pounding in her chest. She was standing a foot away from a angel.

"No more then falling asleep," He watched the relief washing over her face. He had done this before and knew that for humans it was the same as falling into a deep sleep. She would wake a hour later feeling rested. "I can sense your faith," he spoke looking into her eyes. She was a devout woman. And pure. More pure than he had though possible any more. He knew her. He had been down on Earth for a while and he knew the woman. He had watched her grow from a child. He knew the faith she had. The fact that she prayed each night. Always for Sam, Dean and Bobby. "I will not hurt you," He reassured her though his face still lacked the emotional expression of the words.

Kneeling down Alex slowly laid her gun on the ground not wanting it to go off on accident. She had faith. Faith that he was a angel. That there was a god and that what ever he was about to do to her it wasn't going to kill her. "Please don't let me hit my head too hard," she whispered as she slowly stood up looking into his eyes. He only nodded to her words as he steeped in even closer smelling the sweet scent of her perfume. Roses. How fitting. Slowly his fingers rose touching her forehead watching as her eyes rolled back in her head as her body started to crumple. Snaking his arm around her waist Castiel pulled her close keeping her from falling as she fully slid under to a deep sleep. Kneeling slightly his other hand slid under her knees as he picked her up almost effortlessly.

"I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be… overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that," Castiel's eyes turned to Dean before he finished the small distance between him and the table that had held the summoning bowl.

"You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?" Dean watched Castiel nodding as he gently lay Alex out on the table resting her hands on her stomach. The deep frown of his features only reflected the fact he didn't like watching Alex being handled by something that though it was a angel. "Buddy, next time, lower the volume,"

"That was my mistake," Castiel said standing up looking down at the sleeping woman who lay on the table before him. She was different he could feel it. She would have just as much of a part of play as Sam and Dean. He could feel it. "Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong," he said turning to face Dean. "She is one of them. She knew what I was before I even said," he had seen it in her eyes.

"And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?" Dean spat out.

"This?" Castiel asked pulling on the collar of the trench coat. "This is….a vessel," There really was no better way of putting it.

"You're possessing some poor bastard?" This Castiel was starting to sound more and more like a demon and Dean didn't like it.

"He's a devout man, much like your friend, he actually prayed for this," The prays of the devout where always a treat in heaven. Their sweet scent filling every corner of heaven. Each person having their own scent.

"Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really? She may buy into the whole heaven and angel's crap but I don't,"

"I told you," Castiel's normally unexpressive features turned to a frown seeing that he still didn't believe her.

"Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?" That was the real million dollar question. He had never seen anything good happen to people just for the sake of something good happening to them. Everything had a price.

"Good things do happen, Dean," Castiel said as he looked up to Dean from his slightly shorter height. This one was going to be hard to convince.

"Not in my experience,"

"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?" That was it. The man didn't think he deserved to be saved. How could self loathing be that bad that he didn't think he deserved to be saved? It didn't make any sense to him that someone would hate themselves that bad.

"Why'd you do it?" Dean asked returning the cold gaze Castiel was giving him.

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

An hour had passed since Castiel left leaving Dean with more questions than answers. Bobby had woke about half an hour later leaving only Alex still under the angels touch. The sleep he had put her under had been a deep one but restful. Slowly Alex started to stir her body feeling stiff from lying in one position for so long. As her eyes fluttered open as she felt the rough hard surface of the table under her body. Her mind was flooded with a thousand different most of them focusing on one figure. When her eyes full focused she could see Bobby and Dean standing over her a look of relief on their faces. It took only a few seconds before she was awake enough to start.

"Is it really true? I mean did it really happen?" she asked bolting up feeling her head going fuzzy from the sudden movement. "We really met an angel?" she asked as she brought her hand up in a feeble attempt to stop the dizziness that was flooding her scenes. "An honest to god real life angel isn't this so cool?" she asked looking up to her uncle then to Dean who looked far less enthused over the whole situation.

"That's what it seems like," Bobby finally answered her seeing how excited she seemed to be over the whole thing.

"Hey, why am I on this table?" Alex asked looking over to where she had laid down the shotgun. It was a good five to ten feet from there to where she currently sat.

"Because this so called Angel of yours seems to have a soft spot for you," Dean almost growled the words out still remembering Castiel touching the woman he saw as his baby sister.