Hey! Well, heres my new fic. Ive had his idea in my head for a while now. And since Cas is so damn hot I just had to post it! xD

Anyway I dont own + Me having nothing worth wanting other than my HOT supernatural poster (it has sam, dean AND cas) = you not sueing.

Just so you know this is set way after season 5. You will understand. Contains spoilers for season 4 and season 5

Also, I dedicate this fic to my best friend Rachy and my friends Bee and Ellie. Love you!

Pain. Pain consumed him, enveloping his very being. Unable to make the pain stop, Castiel fell to his knees as he was forced to watch the worst of his nightmares come to life in front of his eyes. Powerless to stop the agony, Castiel closed his eyes, wishing with all of his heart that his father would know what was happening and save them. His angels. His soldiers. The ones who followed their orders faithfully, and now they were being left to die at the hands of the demons.

Castiel looked around him; all around him angels were dying. Slowly being ripped apart by their demonic counterparts and in some cases, by old friends who had sided with him. With Lucifer. Blood stained the grounds of heaven and painted the skies of the earth, allowing all to see the coming of the apocalypse.

Castiel was loosing faith, heaven no longer existed; having being over run by demons. Dean Winchester had fallen long ago and with him so had any chance of the angels winning. The other hunters had been among the first to die; Ellen, the mother to those who needed it, had been the first. Followed closely by Jo then Bobby, both who were killed when trying to save innocents from being tortured to death. 357 human lives were destroyed that day. 357 humans and 6 angels were butchered and they barely took down a third of the demons that attacked them.

The battle was fierce, every angel on the battlefield fought bravely, fighting for their fallen brothers and sisters, fighting for those they had loved and lost at the hands of Lucifer. Fighting for their salvation. Fighting for their very lives, god forsaken or not.

Castiel saw a flash of purple out of the corner of his eyes. Unbelieving, he turned and caught sight of a shadowed figure with purple wings chasing away the demons, leaving the forgotten soldiers of god alone with their deceased comrades and enemies.

Lifting his hand to his chest, Castiel touched the amulet that hung there. Next to Deans precious amulet lay a single violet feather, the only piece of his love he had, the only reminder he had of his once happy life. It now only served as a bitter reminder of the torture they had endured at the hands of Zacharia as he was forced to watch as the sword of Michael was used to slay his love.

That was the first time that Castiel had felt anger and hatred. That was the first time he had felt the need for revenge. That was the day that he truly lost his hope for redemption, as he took the sword and used it to disembowel Zacharia.

Silence smothered the battlefield as the angels gathered in mourning for their fallen brothers, trying to distinguish between those dead and those dead and those just gravely injured, those that could still be helped, be healed. Castiel turned away from his brothers, leaving the sorrow he could feel consuming the atmosphere. He left, returning to the ruins which had once been the home of Bobby Singer. Walking through the think layers of dust which covered the rubble, Castiel headed to the backyard where three headstones had been placed.

Stopping in front of the middle cross, Castiel bowed his head in remembrance for his fallen friend. His blue eyes shone with the tears which he had been fighting since he had seen what he believed he had seen. Shutting his eyes, Castiel tried to block the horrific images of his friends falling, from coming back. Castiel's voice, strained from keeping his emotions in check, strained from years in solitude, broke the unearthly silence. 'I'm sorry Dean. I'm sorry I haven't been here in a while. The war, it has gotten complicated. We have lost even more angels, I fear that we have lost.' Castiel stopped, trying desperately to keep his emotions under control. Rouge tears leaked from his eyes as he looked to the skies, wishing in vain for guidance, to see his charge again, to see his friend again. 'I'm sorry that I failed you. I'm sorry that I couldn't save Sam or any of the others. I'm sorry that I broke my promise that I wouldn't change. I'm sorry that we couldn't stop the apocalypse.'

Footsteps echoed from behind Castiel, shocking him into a standing position, his sword drawn out in warning, pressed against the stranger's neck. Raphael stood in front of Castiel, completely unsurprised by his actions. There were living in dangerous times, especially for angels. Ever since heaven had been taken by the demons, angels had been hunted. The once magnificent race was now nearing extinction, the demons being successful in their eradication of their enemies.

Many angels had chosen to side with Lucifer, choosing a life on the side of darkness over a life of fear and death. Raphael stood unmoving in front of Castiel, waiting for his first move. Blood slowly trickled down Raphael's neck as the sword cut into his skin, as Castiel's eyes shone with distain as he watched the traitor stood in front of him. Raphael's blank expression turned into a sneer as he opened his mouth and spoke, his voice cutting through Castiel like daggers. 'Well well, if it isn't little Mr. Soldier boy. What, saying hello to your savior? I would have thought by now you realized there was no hope for you little weaklings. If the Winchester brothers dieing wasn't enough, surely watching Anfiel die because of you would have finished the job. But no, I have to come here to finish the job that Zacharia was too lazy to finish before he died.'

Anger blinded Castiel as he lashed out, years of anger exploding from him as he fought with Raphael. The archangel who had once fought bravely for the armies of heaven, clashed swords with Castiel, only had one aim. To kill the angel known as Castiel.

The two fought equally, millennia's of war evident in their prefect skill of swordsmanship. Castiel, not wanting to fight at the graves of his old friends, evaded the blows from Raphael, trying his best to survive the fight and get back to his family who needed him. To get back to the remnants of his garrison.

So what did you think? Review and let me know?

heres a few fics you should check out:

All We Are by ParaCaerOuVoar - Its a great fic, with some even greater OC's in it

Alone, Patient and Supernatural: Laura xx - Another great fic, relatively new but its realy getting going!

Ambriel: ElzBelz01- I cant describe this fic as anything other than completely frickin awesome!

There'll Be Peace When You Are Done: Bee Winchester David - I do love this fic, even though there have been a few times when i have been tempted to kill her! xD