This is rated MA for violence/torture.

This is my first fanfiction. The idea has been jumping around in my head all day. I would love any feedback.

This takes place in season 5 after Sam leaves Dean feeling he should no longer hunt. It has a part that would change future events. Sorry if that bugs anyone! Let me know if I should keep going.

I own neither Sam or Dean or any part of it.

Thanks for the advice, I hope this is better.

Dean laid in his current bed in an old run down hotel, it felt like home. The only difference was he was in a king size bed. Having the empty queen next to him just felt wrong. Though the bed itself was a bit softer, there was plenty of room to spread out. He didn't have to Rock Paper Scissors to see who got the hot shower. Sure, there was a void without Sam but right now he was filling it with small luxuries. The last couple days had been great, he had laughed and had more fun than he could remember in so long. Sure he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. It always did, but till then he would enjoy a moment of peace. As he began to drift off his cell rang, blasting rock music into the silence. Groaning he rolled over grabbing the cell and looking at the screen. It was Sam, he knew he should answer, but not now. That shoe could drop in the morning after a few hours of sleep in his king bed. Dean silenced the phone and drifted off.

The morning came too quickly. Dean woke and stretched his arms wide across the bed. His fingers couldn't reach either side, oh how he loved it. He laughed to himself and sat up, facing a very serious Castiel. Dean jumped and threw himself back into the pillows. "Freaking amazing!" Dean yelled.

"Dean, did Sam call you? He called me. He seemed disturbed, well more than usual." Castiel said looking down at Dean who now had a pillow over his head.

" Yeah Cas, he called I was sleeping, he left a message." Dean said as he reached for his phone. Regret was starting to wash over him. He pressed the voicemail button on the phone and listened.

" Dean, I found a way to right some of my wrongs. I don't have time to explain it all now. I am sorry for so much. I can't fix it all, maybe I can fix something though. If it works I will see you soon if not, I promise I will stay away. I found a redeemer. She promised at least to let Bobby walk. I just want things right. Goodbye Dean." The message ended and Dean looked up at Castiel.

" Now what Cas?! What the hell is a redeemer and what is he doing?! ". Dean yelled as he flung his phone across the room. " What can he fix, he has gotten us so deep we are drowning! I need to get to Bobby, now!"

Moments later Dean and Castiel were in Bobby's cabin. Travel by angel wasn't Deans favorite way to go but he was pretty sure they needed to move fast. Bobby was already elbows deep in books. "Yeah Dean, he called me too. He said he was sorry and he had found a redeemer. He said he would make sure I could walk again. I have found very little about this redeemer. Mostly lore, a angelic like woman who allows people to right a few wrongs by paying penitence." Bobby said as he slammed his book shut.

"Is this cutting deals? Like the crossroads demon?" Dean asked.

"Maybe, but the stories don't seem to tag her as a demon. They mostly say she is pure and all her intentions are good. Says the victim inflicts the pain on himself and she allows him to have what he desires."

Dean absorbed Bobby's information and turned to Castiel. "Ok Cas can you see him? Can you find him?"

Castiel searched his pockets for his phone. He handed it to Dean. "It's in there, he messaged me. He wanted me to know his location. In case something went bad."

Dean stood staring at Castiel. "You couldn't share this information before now? Really Cas! We need to get to him before he goes through with this." Deans rant was cut short by Bobby loudly clearing his throat.

"I am pretty sure he is going through with it now." As Dean and Castiel turned to Bobby as he pushed himself out of his wheelchair. He stood and took a step.