Any and all mistakes are my own, this is unbeta'd so any errors I apologize for.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, I'm only borrowing the characters for a bit for my own amusement, love to know what you think, and the title is only 'cause I couldn't think of one, therefore its subject to change sometime in the future.

Warnings: References to torture, M/M pairing, possible future mpreg.

Chapter One - Nothing's Set In Stone

"What are you gonna do now?"

It was when he was talking to the hunter. His hunter. About what the future would be like now for him, what he'd be doing upon his return to heaven. He seemed shocked about it, started speaking against His name. His father's name. He started calling him God's bitch, but he's a celestial being after all. A soldier, an Angel of the Lord. What does he expect him to do now its all over?

He's still angry though, and on the surface Castiel believed it only to be anger at the turn of events that have taken Sam away from him permanently, but its more than that. Dean can feel it, even if he doesn't realize the reasoning behind it yet, which if anything only aided in making him even angrier than he already was, which was saying a lot in itself. He was shouting his fury, making it known towards Castiel that he was less than satisfied with the turn of events and what they had led to.

"What about me huh? Where's my grand prize? All I've got is my brother... IN A HOLE!"

Things changed in then in the moment after that last outburst. That's when the car suddenly swerved into the middle of the road before coming to an abrupt, jarring halt that would have usurped anyone sitting in the passenger seat without a seat-belt. Anyone but an angel perhaps. And it was when this angel turned his gaze upon the driver that he suddenly let out a startled gasp. With a quick rush of breath being released from his slack jawed mouth, he didn't even have to think twice before touching his hunter lightly on the forehead to transport him. He then positioned him to be lying flat on the grass beside the road in a moment. The Impala, the receiver of this angel induced transports precious 'baby' remained idling securely beside them, blocking their view of others and others views of them... for the most part at least.

Castiel was beside himself with worry - something uncommon to his senses in the vessel now he had been returned to his full angelic status, and something which almost overtook his mind completely. He'd always been resigned to his fate before, and he'd trusted Dean Winchester, whatever happened, that everything would be worth it somehow. And it was. They managed to avert the apocalypse, and when Castiel had been brought back by whom he could only presume was God, his father himself, he'd tried to do the best he could in that situation. The best to help him, help Dean.

Seeing him kneeling there, alone and so broken in more ways than one, at the sight of where Sam must have jumped into the pit, taking Lucifer, Michael and Adam with him, taking away the remains of all his family, Castiel did the only thing that was in his power. He walked towards the hunter slowly, seeing the tears that left his eyes freely, only one green eye visible to him - for the other was swollen shut, and just stared down at him, until he was noticed and Dean spoke the words,

"Cas, you're alive?"

There was only one way I could reply in the face of what had happened.

"I'm better than that."

Before lightly tapping him on the forehead, and healing the hunter of all physical wounds, so that his face, that beautifully sculpted face, would be as good as new again. And staring into those two green eyes, I was pleased to have been at least a small help to him, to Dean... to my friend, the friend I had grown fond of, ever since the first moment I set my eyes on him after I'd raised him from perdition.

Castiel was looking into those eyes now, or at least what he could of those eyes, the memories swirling around quickly in his brain while Castiel desperately repeated calling Dean's name over and over again, the tone becoming more desperate and confused before,

"Dean please listen to me, if you can hear me send me some sort of sign, tap my arm, flutter your eyelids, make a noise... anything, just to let me know you're alive in there, please Dean!"

The angel's voice was becoming sharp in his worry, sharp as he touched Dean's forehead again with two fingers pressed lightly to his brow, trying to feel that pulse of energy leave himself to travel over Dean, that pulse which he used to heal him earlier, that should heal him now, that should have maintained itself from earlier.

Nothing happened. Dean wasn't healed like he should have been, and Cas didn't understand it, he should be healed right now, but if anything to Castiel he looked worse. His breathing was audible to him, but only slightly over Castiel's own. His own breathing was rickety, unsure and that was surely a part of the adrenaline he could feel pulsing in his veins right at this moment, but Dean's breathing was labored, sounding more painful as the time passed and catching every now and again if he breathed that bit too deeply.

Castiel placed one hand lightly on Dean's cheek as one single, solitary tear slipped from his eye. He had no idea what to do, he couldn't help, and what if transporting caused Dean more harm than good? He couldn't bear to put him to even more harm than was necessary, not after everything that had already happened to him today. He wanted to help Dean, not harm him, more than anything right now though he wished to heal him.

Running his bloody fingers through his messy hair, Castiel was practically beside himself. Every bruise to his body, every cut to his skin, everything was back and Dean wasn't running on adrenaline now, when his injuries returned in the car he had instantly been overcome with the severe pain and it would seem he'd either passed out, or fallen into some kind of coma. Castiel couldn't be sure which, he wasn't naturally of this planet, he wasn't a doctor, there were many things he didn't know about vessels, and that he had never needed to know. Now he was wishing he'd paid attention to Sam and Dean when they had returned from a hunt injured, so he'd at least know something about what to do for his friend. But he had never needed to know, as an angel healing was a part of his power, until now it would seem.

He settled for holding Dean's hand instead, whispering to him that he'd be ok, that he would heal him and that it would be permanent this time, all the while doubt started to creep slowly up into the edge of his spine... if he tried again, what if he made it worse? That was when he heard the noise behind him, it almost sounded like... a scrunched wrapper?

"Well, well, well, looky who we have here, I'd be almost shocked if it wasn't for the fact I'd planned this whole thing myself!" The voice muttered in an almost gleeful tone.

And when Cas turned around and his eyes, which resembled the frozen ices of the sea, saw the person walking towards them who matched that very individual voice, he was frozen in place, with only one thing on his mind, and escaping his lips...

"This isn't possible, you can't be here, you were dead..."

So there is Chapter one my dears! Yes I know not the most exciting start, but its all setting the basis for the storyline to come. Any idea's who this mysterious person could be then? If so, tell me in your review! Thanks for reading, and reviews would be loved, hope you liked the start of this!