A/N: Role Reversal Fic. I've done it before just not very well and not in huge detail.

AU Season 4.

Some Canon points in the Series are mentioned but most of them are changed.

Human / Hunters Castiel and Gabriel.

Angel Dean.

Archangel Sam.


To clarify for later purpose:

Gabriel is John's (Lucifer) Vessel.

Castiel is Adam's (Michael) Vessel.

Crowley is technically Gabriel's and Castiel's 'Bobby' in this story.


I'm The One Who Gripped You Tight:

Flashes, that all Cas could see, it was another nightware while strung up on the rack, awaiting Alastair's next gruelling 24 hours of torture all to 'Yes' to the offer of being the torturer instead of the the tortured.

Thirty punishing years and finally Castiel could no longer take it, his body shattered thousands of times over, only to be pieced back together and the cycle continued endlessly.

Alastair enjoyed his personal time with Castiel, he even claimed The Righteous Man was his new favourite toy and once the words 'I'll do it' left Castiel's lips the spears and hooks pulling apart skin, muscle and tissue were released Castiel finally began to use his knowledge and raw experience to murder and rip apart the freshest and purest of all the souls he could lay his hands onin ways he'd never imagine himself doing. Only to be hung back on the rack to start his own torture again the next day.

Ten years after the 'Yes' had passed. Castiel despised himself more and more everyday, he had lost all concept of his own humainty and sanity, thinking it was all for his Brother, Gabriel couldn't be dead so Castiel was ripped down to Hell in order for the deal to be served and Gabriel could live.

Heaven had other ideas, they had sent Dean down with a handful from his garrison to save Castiel Novak from Hell.

Only Dean remained as he plunged into the deepest parts of Hell, nearing the pit his Fallen Angel of a Brohter, Adam resided for all eternity, he found his target, sinking his hand onto Castiel's left shoulder the two raced out of Hell before any Demon or Hell Hound or Vengeful Spirit could think of taking back the man who needed to be preserved for Heaven's plans.

Castiel awoke from his nightmares of Hell only to be laying in a dark cold place. He roamed about as much he could, his aching body thumping against a wooden texture, the sound of his trenchcoat brushed against him and the coffin. Cas fumbled to retrieve the lighter he carried in his blazer pocket, without wanting to waste any little oxygen left Castiel booted the coffin's lid hard causing it to give way, dirt, maggots and worms all nestled on top of Castiel but he wasn't going to linger, crawling his way out of what he'd hoped was upwards the dirt became lighter and finally his hand breeched through.

Crisp, cold air brushed his fingertips, he clawed for harder ground to pull the rest of his body through. Gasping for air greedily he comando crawled a few feet away and rolled onto his back, having to shield his eyes from the enslaught of light.

Regaining himself Castiel sat up noticed he was in a field, one he recognised was outside of Lawrence, Kansas. Standing and brushing off the excess dirt he noticed the wodden cross that he has scurried away from, the areas around him appeared to have been hit with some kind of nucular bomb. Spotting his exit Castiel sped walked away from his grave, not wanting to be anywhere near this place again.


Extra Note:

No proper dialogue this time, will be next Chapter.

Please let me know what you all think. Please R & R.