Hello. I know I have things to update! And I swear I will. But I discovered Casifer recently and then this showed up and I am sorry. But I intend to actually finish this one. It is my New Year thing-y. And I plan on it being at least 50,000 words. I love you all! Please read and review. Oh and for those of you who review, you are the most amazing people ever!

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I do not own this and will never own the rights to Supernatural. Do not sue. I only on this story! And my feels

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Lucifer was different from all the other angels. He was louder, more outspoken, more disobedient than any of the other angels. He was a good brother though. He cared for the younger angels, taught them how to fly, how to fight, and how to be proper soldiers. This didn't mean that he enjoy pressing his brothers and sisters into a mold and making them all the same, but he did it anyway.

His father created the humans. Lucifer looked down upon them and their imperfections, resenting them. His father told him to love them. Something he couldn't bring himself to do. He knew that he should listen, allow himself to fit into the mold, but he didn't want that. He wouldn't do that.

He rebelled. Rounding up his favorite brothers and sisters, in the end, causing them to fall. Only one of them didn't follow the others into Hell. Castiel, his favorite brother, the one closest to him. Castiel was capture by Michael's troops and he was reprogrammed, turned into the perfect soldier of Heaven. The last time Lucifer saw his best friend, he was trying to kill him.

Michael won in the end. Without a bit of remorse, he sent Lucifer into the cage, trapping him for eternity. Lucifer spent years, trying to escape his prison. He knew that there was nothing he could do. His followers were dead or demons, and his best friend and confidente was brainwashed. There was nothing he could do, but wait until someone was foolish enough to let him out.

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Castiel remembered the war. He remember Lucifer. Before the war though, he couldn't remember much. He knew that he had been tortured at some point, but he didn't know who had done it. One of the things he would always remember though, was how shocked Lucifer was when Castiel had attacked him. He had looked betrayed.

The dark haired angel sighed and wandered into his favorite heaven, the eternal Tuesday afternoon of an autistic man who had drowned in a bathtub. He sat down and sighed. This was not going how he wanted everything too. He wanted answers, that he wasn't getting. Castiel huffed and placed his head in his hands. He just wanted to know why Lucifer looked so heartbroken when the younger angel had attempted to kill him.

"We have an assignment for you and your garrison," Michael's voice floated to him from a few feet away. Castiel looked up in shock.

"Y-yes?" he asked hesitantly. Michael scared him. Castiel tried not to get in the archangel's way, knowing his elder could and would destroy him in a heartbeat. "What do you need done?" he questioned, voice a bit stronger.

"Dean Winchester, my vessel, is in Hell. I need you to rescue him before he accidentally starts the apocalypse. Can you do that Castiel?" Michael said with a harsh undertone and a glare. The younger angel nodded quickly and swallowed hard.

"Yes-yes, Sir," he stuttered, bowing his head quickly. He looked back up at Michael. "It will be done," he told him.

The archangel nodded and looked at him sharply. "Do not fail me Castiel. It would be ashamed to see you where you deserve to be," he grinned harshly. "Keep Dean safe until I need him." With that, the archangel left.

Castiel bit his lip and sighed. He trudged from the heaven to gather his garrison. The trip to Hell would kill a lot of them, and he already mourned them. He sent up a silent prayer to his absent father before leading his troops into Hell. Dean Winchester, the righteous man, needed saving.

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Lucifer could feel them. The sudden wave of pure angels entering Hell, his domain. He felt their graces, burning out when conquered. Yet, the angels continued their attack. He looked over all the names that he knew. Stopping on one name in particular. Castiel. Of course, he would have been sent on the mission that guaranteed almost imminent death. He sighed and leaned up against the wall of his cage. He wished he could help him, like he had always done.

The archangel curled in on himself. He missed Castiel. He missed the way that he always smiled shyly when he understood what Lucifer was talking about, the way he always stood up for his friend. The memories hurt, but they were all he had, and they would always just be memories. That Castiel was dead.

Lucifer closed his eyes and leaned back, face looking upwards. He bit his lip and wished that things would go back to how they were. He wished he had his Castiel back. His Cassy safe and with him.

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Castiel was the one to raise Dean Winchester. The righteous man had been saved. Dean Winchester is Saved, he yelled as loudly as he could. The angel rebuilt the man's broken and torn body, slowly piecing him back together.

It had been too late. The first seal had been broken. Sixty five seals remained until the rise of Lucifer. Castiel had failed to save Dean in time. Castiel watched the man as he climbed out of his grave in Illinois. The angel attempted to speak with him, but realized Dean couldn't understand.

The righteous man headed for Bobby Singer's house first. The old hunter hadn't trusted him, but once Dean proved who he was, the man helped him find Sam, Dean's brother. Sam was holed up in the same town that Dean had been buried in. Castiel was surprised to find the younger Winchester in the company of a demon.

Castiel made another attempt to contact Dean Winchester. The glass in the room shattered as he attempted to explain what had happened. A few days later, they met with a pyschic. He warned her to give up. She refused and she lost her eyes when she saw him. The angel sighed and went in search of a vessel. He needed to speak to Dean.

The man's name was James "Jimmy" Novak. He was a tax accountant from Pontaic, Illinois. Castiel told him that he needed to let him in, and he did. The man said yes and Castiel had a way of connecting to Dean. Now, he just had to wait.

Dean summoned him to a barn and Castiel came. Doors flying open, he strood past all the sigils with a blank expression. Even when bullets hit him, he didn't flinch. When he reached the hunter, Dean stabbed a knife through his chest. The dark haired angel glanced down at it and then back up at Dean, pulling it slowly from his heart. Bobby, Dean's friend made to hit him in the head with a crowbar. Castiel reached a hand up and grabbed it, pulling it from the man's grasp and knocking him out with a quick touch. "We need to talk," he told Dean. "Alone."

Dean rushed to check Bobby's pulse and then looked up at the angel, who was admiring the sigils. "You're friend is alive," he told him.

"Who are you?" Dean asked him, standing up slowly. The man kept an angry gaze on the angel. Castiel looked at him evenly, unperturbed by Dean's anger.

"Castiel."

"I mean what are you?"

"I'm an angel of the Lord."

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Castiel helped the Winchester, but not really. His orders were to watch, not to really interfer. He began disobeying though. He helped Dean get rid of Lilith and other things. He was recalled to Heaven and was tortured. The pain was awful, elicting screams from the young angel.

Castiel laid for a while in a cell, curled in a ball. He closed his eyes and flashback of torture during the war came back to haunt him. Memories from before floated by, Castiel unable to tell which where real and which weren't. Flashes of Lucifer smiling, huggung him, giving him advice. Castiel tried to shake the images off, telling himself they weren't real. Lucifer had tortured him, Lucifer was the bad guy, wasn't he?

When the torture ended, Castiel returned to Earth. He distanced himself from the Winchesters and the other angels. The angel spent hours trying to decode what he had seen when he had been tortured. Memories of Lucifer haunted him at almost every moment. He kicked a rock in front of him and closed his eyes.

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"How do you expect to be a warrior if you can't catch me?" Lucifer taunted in front of him, smile on his face. Castiel laughed and ran faster. They were suppose to be flying, but it was more fun for the two of them to run.

"Luce! Come on!" Castiel whined a few minutes later. Lucifer turned and ran towards him instead of away. He tackled the younger angel and pinned him to the struggled for a moment before giving up and smiling. "Hello," he grinned.

Lucifer smirked and leaned closer to brush his lips to Castiel's. "I think you need punished for giving up," he chuckled. "But, I like you too much to punish you." Castiel grinned and flipped them over. He straddled Lucifer and grinned wider.

"Really? Okay," he said softly. The younger angel leaned close and rested his head on Lucifer's chest. "Is it true?" he asked in a small voice.

"Is what real?" Lucifer asked, looking down at the brunette softly. He ran a hand down his back and ruffled his hair.

"There's a rumor that you going to challenge Father about the humans? And loving them more than anything," Castiel looked up to meet his gaze and bit his lip softly. "Is it?"

"Castiel...You don't need to worry about it," Lucifer told him quietly. "I will always take care of you."

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They couldn't prevent the apocalypse from starting. The final seal was Lilith and when Sam killed her, Lucifer rose. Castiel wasn't there to see it though.

"I'll hold him off, Dean."

Raphael had been disappointed in him. Castiel stood his ground and glared at him. The older angel grinned and held his chin firmly. "So much like your boyfriend. So eager to disobey," he taunted, before killing him.

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Lucifer was ecstastic. He was free from the cage and he was ready to work on his goals. The first being to find Castiel. The archangel scanned the angel radio for news. He found none and then he collapsed. He had found what he needed and never wanted to hear.

Lucifer bit his lip and stood up, faking courage. He had an apocalypse to plan. He found a vessel and flexed his hands, acquainting himself with the body. A grin spread across his borrowed face. He had things to do. He froze when he reminded himself of what his search for Castiel had found.

Castiel was dead.

Heaven was going to pay and pay dearly.

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Thanks you so much for actually reading this, at least I am assuming that if you are reading this note, you read the chapter. Thank you so much. I love you for reading this. Oh and have a virtual pie, from myself and my best friend Dean. Who really did not want to give away his pie.