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Chapter 7

"Hey, Cas. It's okay. I got you" Concern and worry filled the demon's green eyes. Dean lifted up Castiel's head, disregarding how his blood encrusted hair and face was staining his clothes. It wasn't the first time Dean got Castiel's blood on him. The angel barely had his eyes open, but managed to see him. Dean's eyes were desperately searching for consciousness. He couldn't have the angel falling into a deep sleep on him.

Castiel could barely hold up his eyelids, but was still awake. He murmured Dean's name and slightly moaned for him to let him know he was still there. The angel felt the ropes around him loosen and a strong arm slither around his waist. The angel's arm was slung around Dean's shoulder and his legs were forced to work. Cas was so tired and pain etched his whole body, but he willed himself to use his muscles, for Dean.

Soon, the angel was back in Heaven. He couldn't remember what the other angels said when they saw them, but he assumed it wasn't too pleasant. A minute later, Dean plopped him down in his office chair and began patching him up and tending to his bruises and wounds.

Castiel groggily tried to say, "Dean, I-"

"Don't talk, Cas. Save your energy"

The angel ignored his command, "I apologize about you having to kill those demons. You knew them and I imagine it must have been hard to kill them all"

Dean glanced up to the angel and replied, "Please, they were begging for it even before this. Every demon down there is a little shit, but I gotta run Hell somehow" Dean's words made Cas a little uneasy, but he brushed it off. Dean was probably joking. When he was done and Castiel used some of his barrowed grace, the angel still didn't look too good, but better than he had before.

Right before he left, Dean said, "You might not want to come by Hell for a while. I gotta kill some of these sons of bitches, so they're reminded who's boss"

"Agreed"

"Take it easy. Bye, Cas"

"Good bye, Dean" The demon was soon gone and he was left alone in his white, empty office. After a few moments of silence, there was a light knock at his door.

Castiel cleared his throat and declared, "Come in" One of the many angels crowded around the door came in and gave a signal for the rest to stay outside.

"Um, excuse me, sir" she said, nervously.

"Yes, Amitiel?"

"Well…we saw multiple demons take you from your office and-"

Cas put his hand out and replied, "There is no need to apologize. Staying out of conflict was probably the best decision"

"It is not that, sir…Castiel" Cas tilted his head as she paused. "We didn't try to stop them"

The other angel circled around his desk and asked, "Amitiel, what are you talking about?" She held her hands and took a step closer.

She looked Cas in the eyes and with a clear and stern voice, she continued, "Your relationship with Dean Winchester is disgraceful. He is the king of Hell and for you to let him make it so easy to control you and Heaven is unprofessional…and a threat"

Castiel was a little taken aback at his sister's claim. Sure, their relationship may be unhealthy, but could Dean really manipulate him so easily?

Castiel protested, "Dean does not control me"

She snapped at him, "But you would go to Hell and back, rebel against Heaven, trap Michael and Lucifer, lock all the angels out of Heaven, and go through a seemingly endless supply of grace for him"

Castiel knew in his heart that not only was that true, but that he really would do anything for Dean, cursed or not.

There was a fragile pause.

"The other angels and I believe that you are no longer fit to run Heaven" She stepped to the side, making it clear that Castiel should leave.

He had let down his family all over again. He felt like someone just stabbed him in the stomach. After so many tries of fitting in: obeying orders, showing all his siblings free will, and trusting the wrong man, he thought maybe this time it would work. As fate would have it, he did something wrong…again. If he didn't fit in Heaven, how could he possibly be an angel?

Resigned to his fate Castiel walked past Amitiel and out of his office. The rest of the angels had crowded around his door, but separated and left an empty path. As he walked past his family, he saw the glare each and every one of his brothers and sisters shot his way.

He was being cast out of Heaven; home. Again, but this time was different. It wasn't his decision and he wasn't locked out. It was his family and his family alone who wanted him gone. He became a lost angel with no home and no family. The only thing he left in Heaven was the soft thuds of his steps and an echo of his wings that bounced off the white walls.