Disclaimer: This is an invention of my poor sick mind, I have nothing to do with the production or any other facet of Supernatural or House MD, please don't sew I don't own anything other than a mountain of bills and two dogs anyway.

A/N: Crossover of House/Supernatural. This is a Hameron fic or House/Cameron mostly because it fits best with the story I want to tell, but also it was always my favourite House MD ship, one they could have done more with but then again it probably wouldn't have been so much fun. It's one of those ships I think is better in stories. Possible Destiel later on. This is completely AU to explain me getting things wrong here and there and because of the crossover. This fic is a direct result of reading House fanfiction, between watching Supernatural, not long after reading Diskworld: Going Postal. You have been warned lol

I've made changes to ages of the characters making Dean 29 and Sam Winchester 23, Allison Cameron is 29 because it's more realistic for someone in first year of fellowship than 25 and Cameron is her married name, House is 41 at the start of his 'second life' and 52 at the end of his first. House is OOC because of the cupid, and Cameron is OOC because she's led a very different life but hopefully still recognisable. Anyone willing to help me with medical stuff and grammar PM me.

Chapter 1 - Angels

Wilson was dead. House had ruined his reputation and faked his own death all because he wanted to spend what remaining time Wilson had with his best friend. They had really lived, traveling everywhere on their bikes doing all the stupid stuff you do on road trips like going to see the world's largest ball of twine, the world's largest ketchup bottle, the giant lobster of some place or other, and all that shit. But they also went sky diving, bungie jumping and other crazy stuff. Then when Wilson was no longer fit to do anything he'd stayed with him and looked after him to the end. Now though House just drifted from one crack house to another just wanting release from the pain.

He'd taken too much he knew that, but as he lay dying he found he really didn't care. That's when it happened. A grey eyed man with short dark hair, of average height, wearing a suit and trench coat over it, looking like a tax accountant; appeared in front of him and House had to wonder what's up with his imagination that this is the best he could come up with when dying.

"Dr Gregory House."

It was a statement not a question but House managed a grunt in reply.

"Do you believe in angels?"

"What?!"

"Do you believe in angels?"

"No."

"Well apparently one believes in you. Do you want to know an interesting fact about angels Dr House?"

"What? I have to say though, as far as dying goes this is the worst hallucination ever. I mean a tax accountant talking about angels? Where's all that life flashing before your eyes stuff?"

"That's what happens after death, that's what heaven is. People always get that part mixed up. What is wrong with my vessel? People keep talking about tax accountants; anyway I'm here to talk about angels not what you owe the IRS. Did you know that sometimes on very rare occasions at a point in a man's life when they've made such a mess of things that death seems the only sensible option, an angel appears."

"Isn't this from Diskworld? Going Postal?"

"Yes, well one of my brothers, Balthazar, did pay Sir Terry Pratchett a visit once."

"You have nothing to offer me. My best friend is dead and I pushed away the woman I ever truly loved and she married a wombat to get one me. That didn't work out so she left and eventually married someone else, is living happily ever after and has a child."

"Actually the third husband abused her, and was so violent the last time he shot both her and her child dead, and her husband is now serving a life sentence, and isn't marring marsupials illegal?"

House was too shocked to snark at that remark, and really hoped this wasn't real. His Cameron dead? His gut clenched from the guilt, he should have never pushed her away. He wouldn't be here in this crack house dying, and her dead along with all the hurt he'd caused as a result.

"I can give you another chance, just one. I can take you back in your life to the point in your life that changed everything and you can go down the right path this time."

"What about Wilson? Will he still die of cancer?"

"Maybe not if you get him treated sooner."

"And this life?"

"Is over. It will seem like a very vivid dream but was real. Actually in order to trick fate it will end up as either a TV show in another reality or really bad fan fiction, probably with some facts rearranged to look better to the audience but mostly the same. You'd be surprised how often that happens."

"That would explain a lot actually. Why are you even doing this?"

"For her. For her twin brother Dean, and younger brother Sam. They are like family to me and their sister should never have gone through all that. A Winchester should never die that way. I'm setting things right."

"Who are you?"

"Castiel, I am an angel of the Lord." Shadowy black, frayed, torn wings unfurled from his back, and House decided maybe this delusion wasn't so uncool after all.

"Ok. Take me back."

"See you in your new life. Don't mess up, and let the Cupid touch you both this time. Oh and tell her that her brothers miss her if you ever talk about this." Castiel reached forward and touched his forehead and everything blacked out for a moment and when he came round he found himself dressed up and in a restaurant, Cameron still brunette, and looking beautiful in that dress sitting opposite him. He knew when this was, this was the date he had deliberately sabotaged to keep her at arm's length. Dam Freud for being right about him.

"Sorry no. I only have one evening with you, one chance, and I don't want to waste it talking about what wines you like or movies you hate. I want to know how you feel about me."

A waiter he hadn't noticed before came along with the wine and briefly touched her as he poured then did the same with him. Suddenly all he wanted was the woman in front of him, not that he hadn't before, but all doubts fell silent and he blurted out, "I love you."

"Ok now you're mocking me."

"I'm not. I'm being entirely serious. I love you and it scares the hell out of me, mostly because last time I woke up one day with half my thigh muscle missing. That kind of thing leaves more than physical scars. I know you wouldn't do that to me, you are not Stacey and that's a good thing. It's just hard to get over that, but I want to. I'm fed up of being alone. Just to warn you, I'm going to mess up regularly if we do this. I probably won't treat you any better at work. Can't have Chase and Foreman getting jealous, I'm really not that into guys."

"I love you too, and I wouldn't expect special treatment anyway. I just want you to be you. I don't want to change you. We don't have to do the fancy restaurant thing again if you don't want. Tell the truth I'm more comfortable in jeans than dressed up, never got rid of the Tom boy streak in me. Comes from having two brothers and no mother."

That peeked his interest, if the previous life had been his imagination how did she know she had brothers, it's not in her file, and her next of kin is listed as a Robert Singer who lives in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Of course this could still be a drug induced delusion. "Probably shouldn't have bothered with the flowers then, it's pretty lame."

"Lame can be good sometimes. But if you start spouting poetry, skipping, and picking flowers I think I might need to get you checked into psychiatric."

"If I do, save me the trouble of rehab and just shoot me. What's it like having brothers? I'm an only child."

"I was always close to them. My twin Dean always had my back, and Sammy was always the annoying little brother we had to look out for but we loved him anyway. The three of us did everything together. Dean is in the family business always traveling over the country like when we were kids and Sam is in law school. Don't see them anymore."

"I'm sure they miss you. What's the family business?"

He could see her visibly stiffen up. He's not the only one hiding from a past it seems. "This and that, very boring really. Glad to be out of it and glad Sam is too. I'd rather not talk about it."

"What does he do? Con Artist or something?"

"Or something. My Dad went off the deep end when Mom died and for an ex-marine that's not a good thing. Do you know what it's like to be raised like a good little soldier?-"

"Yea, actually I do. My dad was in the marines too, and wouldn't get father of the year award."

"When I was eight I couldn't join the soccer team because I was supposed to be learning how to shoot straight."

"Thanks to dear old dad I can shoot a dime on the far side of the room with a decent rifle. Made me do hand to hand combat drills from when I turned six."

"I'm pretty good in a fight; love how people underestimate me because of my size. Throwing around big guys is always fun, my brother Sam has two inches on you, same build and I can normally beat him in a fight. I'm decent with knives and swords too."

"My dad was upset I left for collage and didn't join the military."

"Mine told me if I left for collage to never come back." She started to laugh. "Are we really going to play who has the bigger ass for a father right now?"

"I'd say you started it by bring up Freud but its mothers he's obsessed with so never mind." He joined in the laughter, which broke the tension and things actually went well the rest of the night.