For this story I plan on it being in Dean's POV only but that might change in the future, I don't know.

In this story I'm making Cas totally out of character. He's not going to be up tight like we all know and love. I've made him cocky and sassy and just about everything he's not, so brace yourselves.

I would love for you guys to review and tell me what you think or any ideas you have for the story. I love your feedback :)

The Meeting

"How long is this going to take?" Dean said fiddling with the knife in his hands.

"How should I know yeah idjit," Bobby snapped back. He and Bobby had been sitting in this barn for god knows how long just waiting for this thing to show up. The walls were painted with every sign known in the supernatural world. They had every weapon against anything and there they were just waiting for the thing to show up.

"You know if this thing wanted me out of hell so bad, why isn't he coming to say hi?"

Bobby sighed and flipped through more books. "You know maybe if Sam-"

"You know Sam can't be a part of this," Dean snapped.

Just then the wind started raging outside. The flaps on the roof beat against each other. Dean looked towards Bobby who already had a gun in his hand. Dean quickly snatched up his and aimed it at the door.

"Oh that won't do much good against me," said a deep gravely from behind them. Dean and Bobby whorled around and started shooting, not even looking first. Dean stared in bewilderment as the man kept walking forward like the shots were nothing. Seeing how it was useless they dropped their guns back down on the table and Dean picked up Ruby's knife as the man approached them.

He had black hair that looked like he got out of bed with the bluest eyes Dean had ever seen. He wore a tan trench coat with a blue suit underneath.

"Who are you?" Dean asked in a demanding voice.

"I'm the one who grabbed your little ass and pulled it out of perdition," he answered that which sent chills down Dean's spine.

"Yeah thanks for that," he snarled and stabbed him right in the heart. Again Dean was left staring in amazement as the mystery man smirked and pulled it out without as much as a blink. Bobby swung an iron bar but was a failed attempt as this thing quickly blocked it and pulled it out of his hands. He walked up to Bobby and placed two fingers on his forehead. Bobby admittedly dropped to the ground.

"Now that's he out of the way we can talk," he said as he turned to face Dean and flashed him a warm smile.

"Bobby!" Dean said as he rushed down beside him and checked him over. The guy walked over to the pile of weapons and started playing with them.

"He's alive." Dean didn't respond but only continued looking over Bobby. Once he was sure He was okay, Dean approached him.

"Castiel?"

He smiled again and held out his arms, "the one and only."

"Ok what the hell are you?"

Castiel sighed, "it's complicated."

"Well maybe you can uncomplicate it for me."

Castiel smiled, "you'll know in good time Dean."

"You fried that poor girl's eyes out. What the hell kinda thing does that?"

He raised his arms up in surrender, "hey in my defence, I told her not to look at me in my true form but did she listen? It's overwhelming to human in the same way my voice is but I think you remember that ride." He then cracked into a big smile.

"Wait, back at the gas station and the motel, that was you?" Castiel gave a little nod.

"Lower the fucking volume next time will yeah?" Castiel gave a small chuckle. Dean was getting aggravated at all his smiling and laughing. There wasn't anything to laugh at.

"Yeah sorry about that. I thought you were one of the few humans that could handle my true form but I was wrong," he answered with a sigh.

"So how can I see and hear you now?"

"Because of this vessel," Castiel said showing off his body.

"Your possessing someone?" Dean growled out.

Castiel rolled his eyes, "i'll have you know that he wanted this. I'm not allowed to enter someone without them wanting it."

They stayed like that a few moments, staring at each other until Dean spoke up. "Why'd you pull me out?"

Castiel shrugged, "cause I felt like it."

Dean's blood boiled. He acted like this was no big deal. "Cause you felt like it? Cause you fucking felt like it?!" he snarled. "No one just gets someone out of hell cause they feel like it. Now tell me the real reason!"

Castiel stalked into Dean's personal space and did a full body scan of him. Dean started to fidget under his stare.

"Dean Winchester," he slurred out. "You are something special, aren't you?"

Dean only stared in confusion. Castiel stepped back and sighed then cracked back into that mischievous smile. "I'll see you around Dean." He turned around and headed towards the barn doors. He had his hands on the doors and right before he went to open it he stopped. He tilted his head just enough to see the side of his face and that smirk. "Oh and one more thing."

Dean watched as he straightened his back and widened his shoulders out. A flash of lightning came out of nowhere and Dean stared in awe. Two black shadows covered the wall of the barn in the shape of giant wings. Just as fast as it came, it was gone and Castiel opened the doors and strode out. Dean watched him all the way until he was out of sight and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding before running over and back to Bobby.

"So what is he exactly?" Sam asked

Dean sighed and took another sip of his beer. "I don't know, all I know is that he has two giant wings." They were in Bobby's living room with books stacked all over the place. They were still trying to figure out what Castiel was.

"How big?"

"They were too big to fit in this room."

"Those books won't do you any good." Dean and Sam both turned around in shock to meet Castiel's blue eyes leaning against a wall. Dean put on a fake smile and met his gaze.

"Well how about you help us then."

"You probably won't believe me."

That's when Sam cut in, "well then make us."

Castiel smiled, "i've already shown Dean."

"That doesn't tell me what you are," Dean snapped.

"I suppose you're right," Castiel said as he looked at all the books around them. His gaze landed on one and he grabbed it. He started to flip through the pages. He silently read them and left Dean and Sam there watching him.

"What's –", Dean started but was cut off by a whooshing sound and papers flying everywhere.

"What did you do this time Castiel?" A voice boomed through the room.

Dean snapped his head to see a black man in a suit who was cleaned shaved, including his head. Dean brought his gun out and held it up to the man's heart. "Who the hell are you?"

"It's ok Dean," Castiel said lowering Dean's arm. "It's just my brother."

"I'm not your brother, you abomination," the man snapped.

"Ow that hurts Uriel."

"How is he here?" Uriel asked Castiel pointing towards Dean.

"He took the elevator."

Uriel actually snarled at Castiel, who only rolled his eyes. "I did what you other angels didn't have the balls to do," he snapped

"You went against heaven and-"

"I didn't do shit to heaven, if anything I helped you out. No angels had to get killed trying to get one man. Plus you need him so you should be thanking me instead of acting like that!" Castiel said ending with a yell.

Dean's head was spinning. Angels? Heaven?

Uriel looked towards Sam and Dean who both had the same confused look on their face. "Looks like Castiel didn't tell you."

Dean looked to Castiel who glared at Uriel. "The angels have work for you Dean."

"Bullshit, there's no such thing," he snapped.

"I'm pretty sure Castiel here proved that it is true."

Dean stayed quiet for a long time. He didn't want to believe it, But he knew deep down that they were telling the truth. "Why the hell do angels want me? Why not some other poor soul in there?"

"Because God commanded it." Uriel said. Dean saw Castiel roll his eyes and sigh. Uriel looked between all of them giving them each a good long stare before disappearing. They stood there for a few moments before Castiel sighed, "real ray of sunshine that one."

"Is that true? The angels want Dean?" Sam asked.

"It's not as much that they want Dean but they need him," Castiel answered.

"Why?" Dean snapped.

"I don't know why yet, but I'm trying to figure that out."

"Great, I'm getting another beer," Dean said as he headed to into the kitchen and left Sam and Castiel standing there.

"So you really have no idea why?" he heard Sam ask.

"No."

Dean came back in, chugging half of his beer. He saw Castiel watching him intently. "What?"

Castiel didn't answer but only continued to stare at him and Dean stared back. He didn't know what it was about the angel but Dean felt like he got lost in the endless blue of his eyes. Castiel looked away first and to the ground. Dean heard snickering from beside him and looked over to Sam who was staring at him trying to hold back a laugh. He glared at Sam who only had more trouble holding it back. Once Sam calmed down his face turned into confusion.

"Castiel."

Castiel seemed to break out of a daze and snapped his head up to him, "what?"

"Why did Uriel call you abomination?"

Castiel looked between Sam and Dean. "That a story to tell at another time," then disappeared with a whoosh before any of them pressed him for more.

Dean sighed and sat down on the couch. He felt Sam's gaze on him. Dean didn't want to bother with him right now; all he wanted was a good hunt to take all this pressure off him. He grabbed the nearby newspaper and began to skim it. "Hey Sammy, looks like we might have a shifter a couple of towns over. What'd you say?"

"You sure you're up for that Dean?"

"It's the only thing I need right now," he mumbled.

Sam nodded, "well then, I'll go tell Bobby and grab my stuff and we're out."

They made it to the town in about 3 and a half hours. Dean unlocked the motel room and threw his stuff down on a bed. He took another look at the newspaper article again. "It says here that there's been a series of murders by once so called perfect husbands. Even though all the evidence points in their direction they still all claim to have been working late the night their wives were brutally murdered."

"How many?"

"Three. The last one was only two days ago."

"Well I'll go take a look at the police cases and you can go look at the house for any clues."

Dean gave him a little nod. In 10 minutes they were in the Impala on the way to the police station.

"So what was with you and Castiel earlier?" Sam asked.

"What?"

"The way you guys were staring at each other like nothing else mattered."

Dean got goosebumps just thinking about the way the angel looked at him. "How the hell should I know? Cas is just fuckin weird."

"You gave him a nickname already?"

"Shut up," he grumbled as they drove up to the station. "Get out."

Sam gave him a bitch face and stepped out of the Impala. He watched as he headed up the stairs to the door then drove off. He played AC/DC the whole way to the crime scene. He walked up to the yellow taped door and stepped under it.

It stank of death in there. He walked into the living room to see blood stains still splattered on the walls and floor. Dean could easily see where she was robbed of her life. He checked all over the house for shredded pieces of skin, but he didn't find any. He was by the window when something yellow on the window seal caught his eye.

Dean didn't need to touch or smell it to know it was sulfur. Dean took out his phone and dialed Sam's number.

"So the police files aren't going to help up at all with this case." Sam said answering.

"What'd you find?"

"Well I don't think we're dealing with a shifter anymore."

"Why?"

"I'm here at the house and I'm finding no traces of dead skin; nothin, but guess what little yellow powder was waitin on the window seal for me."

"What? Why the hell would a demon want to kill housewives?"

"For fun I guess," Dean said with a sigh, "I'll be there to pick you up in a few. See ya Sammy."

Once Dean picked Sam up he smiled as they passed their motel, "Let's hit a bar."

"We're in the middle of a case Dean. You getting laid can wait."

"We know what did it now so let's call it doing research. We ask around see who's been acting off and we'll have our guy."

Sam gave him a bitch face and shook his head. "There's no way I can talk you into turning around is there?"

"Nope," Dean said with a smirk.

Dean stopped at the first bar he saw. It wasn't the nicest looking but it'll do the job. He sat down at the bar as Sam went to an empty table. He had finished 2 beers before a woman with black hair pulled back in a ponytail came and sat next to him. She had dark brown eyes with full red lips.

"Why are you sitting by yourself handsome?"

He gave her his best smile, "Doesn't look like I am anymore."

She gave a small laugh a scooted a little closer, "want to buy me a drink?"

"There wasn't another thought in my mind," he said with a smirk.

A couple of hours later he knew he had this girl. She laughed at all the right times and couldn't keep her hands off him. "Want to get out of here?" he asked her.

"I wouldn't want anything else," she purred.

He gave a quick look over to Sam who currently had a girl on his arm. He'll call Dean in the morning ask him to pick him up. Dean snapped his head back to the women whom he had learned her name was Beth. He locked his arm with her and led her out into the parking lot. They had reached the Impala when he was spun around had crashed with lips.

He didn't mind a girl who took charge but damn she was practical pinning him down so he couldn't do anything but work his mouth. Suddenly she pulled back and smiled, "I like you Dean."

He smirked, "you haven't seen half of what I can do."

Suddenly he heard a whooshing sound to his right. He met blazing blue eyes. "C-Cas?" He stumbled. He looked towards Beth to see her face with horror or confusion but she only looked amused. Suddenly he was thrown across the parking lot by nothing. He landed on the back of a car and couldn't move.

He saw Beth's eyes all black she started walking towards him, Cas closely behind her. "You're in a heap of trouble now Dean," she said with a wicked smile. She looked towards Cas and her smile grew. "Want the first pick at him?"

"You son of a bitch!" Dean growled. Cas smiled but still had his blazing eyes and stepped into his personal space. He whispered in his ear, "looks like you get to see what I actually am now."

He suddenly disappeared and reappeared behind Beth. With one quick moment of his hand, she fell to her knees. Her face filled up with fear. "Castiel!? Castiel, what the hell are you doing!?"

He pulled her head back by the ponytail. "Didn't I say not to mess with him? You secretly went against me and do you remember what I said would happen if anybody did?"

"Castiel I was just messing around! Come on, don't do this," she shouted.

Dean stared in horror as Cas's eyes flicked completely white as he looked down at her. He brought his free hand and covered her face. He watched as she screamed as what looked light black light poured out of his hand. Her eyes turned completely red and seemed to melt down the front of her face. Her body fell to the ground and Dean quickly followed. He had just gotten to his feet when he saw Cas staring at him with full white eyes and a tilted his head.

Dean straightened his back and held his head up high. "What the hell are you?"

Castiel took a few steps forward and tilted his head more. "Theres nothing in the world like me, Dean. I'm the only one. I'm half demon, half angel."