Hi everyone! I'll try and keep the author notes minimal in the future but for now just bear with me. So this is my first Supernatural fanfiction and I've never done anything like this before (In other fandoms I usually do chapter stories) but I've just had so many wonderful ideas for one and two shots for supernatural that I thought it would be best to bring them all under one roof (or story as it were).

Prompts, suggestions, ideas, are more then encouraged! Your ideas will help keep this going. You can leave it in a review or PM me, whatever you like, and let me know what you want to see written next.

Before we go any further I should also probably mention (but you would have guessed this) that I own nothing. Not the characters not the show and I'm not making any money off this. The only thing that's mine are my own ideas. I won't say that again, you've all been officially warned XD.

Alright so this first one will be in two parts. I was reading the episode description for 8x14 'Trial and Error' and this just popped into my head.

There's An Angel On My Shoulder Oh No But He's Not Watching Me

Sam was desperate. He knew Dean wasn't going to relent, had seen it in the look in his eyes, and it made him want to scream. They were running out of time and options and he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept. All the stress, all the pressure and worry, was taking it's toll on him.

What he'd been through, what he'd done, what he'd lost. Almost anyone else would have crumpled to pieces with the weight of it all. But Sam was more then just desperate. Sam was also a Winchester, and there was an important fact about Winchesters that couldn't be forgotten. A fact that almost anyone who'd ever known any of them could tell you.

They were stubborn as hell. They were also prone to crazy, suicidal heroics. It was a bad combination. It meant they tended to die young, and violently. It meant they grew old and they grew tired long before they should have.

Sam was tired. He didn't want to be, he wanted to care more about himself, about Garth and Kevin and Cas, about the world, but he couldn't. There was only one person who still managed to make him feel. Feel pain, feel annoyed, feel happy. Feel alive. His brother had done everything for him, never once let him down, and how had Sam repaid him? He'd left him for dead. God and he'd made so many other mistakes along the way he couldn't forget those. Drinking demon blood, killing innocent people. He wouldn't make another one, he refused. There was no way his brother was taking the fall again. Not when he'd just gotten back on his feet after a year in purgatory.

He glanced over at his brother one more time, just to make sure he was really asleep in that godawful nasty hotel bed. Then he bowed his head and prayed to an angel.

"Castiel." He kept his voice quiet. "I could, uh, use your help." He paused not quite sure how to continue. "It's about the tablet. We need to talk-"

There it was. An almost imperceptible rustle behind him and he turned, getting to his feet. There in all his trench-coated, messy haired, glory was Castiel.

"You called?" Sam glanced over at Dean as he stirred.

"Not here." He dragged the angel outside into the hall and shut the door as quietly as he could behind him. Castiel was studying him intently.

"You called me about the tablet, why are we not including Dean in this?" Sam leant against the door and sighed.

"Because he's a stubborn idiot. He doesn't get it he doesn't understand-"

"I'm not sure I do-"

"Cas Kevin said to seal the demons in someone would need to perform three heavenly tests. We know the first one's killing a hellhound which is bad enough but who knows about the other two. I don't exactly think they're going to involve eating pie, do you?" Cas looked as if he was thinking hard.

"I wasn't aware of any heavenly test involving pie-"

"Enough about the pie! Cas I called you here because I need your help."

"You need help finding one of the items for the spell?"

"Already done." Cas cocked his head.

"Help completing the ritual then?" Sam smiled sadly at him. It was a testament to an angel's natural lack of empathy and emotion, even in Cas, that he truly didn't know already.

"Just takes one human and three tests. I think bringing an angel along might be cheating." Cas looked lost and just a little bit wary.

"What do you want, Sam?"

"I want you to stop Dean from following me. Just for a day or two that's all I need. I'll meet up with Garth and Kevin, complete the three tests." He tried to swallow the growing lump in his throat. "And then this will all be over."

Cas took a step toward him. "You want me to detain your brother. Dean Winchester." Sam laughed humorlessly.

"I never said it would be easy." His expression turned serious. "You're an angel, Cas, you can do it."

Cas stiffened. His expression never changed but Sam got the feeling there was rage bubbling there, just underneath the surface.

"No." Sam thought he must be hearing things.

"Excuse me?" In the time it took him to blink Cas had him pinned against the wall.

"You heard me. I said no. You're so prepared to run off, risk your life to keep your brother safe. What about you Sam? This is dangerous!" Sam met his eyes.

"I'll be fine, Cas." Castiel slammed him roughly into the wall again and his vision blurred around the edges.

"And what if you're not? What about Dean? He needs you!"

"Better me then him. He's be alright, he's got you. All I've done from the very start is cause him trouble." Cas pulled away from him turning his back.

"You're my friend too Sam. Despite what you think you do matter to people, your life does mean something." He turned back to the youngest Winchester. "You shouldn't be so eager to throw it away." Sam could feel the familiar taste of iron coating his mouth. He smiled big and channeled as much of his older brother as he could.

"Come on Cas, that gate needs to be closed. You can't protect both of us so man up, who's it gonna be?" Sam's expression softened. "I think we both know."

In that moment Castiel hated the youngest Winchester. Hated him because he was right and he was standing there all smug and patient already knowing Castiel's answer before he gave it and yet he couldn't make himself give a different one.

"Twenty four hours. You have twenty four hours that's all you get. Then I let him come after you." Castiel paused. "Then I help."

"Deal. Hey Cas? I'll see you both soon." Castiel didn't reply, just stood there staring past him toward the hotel door, and Sam walked away.

Let me know what you think! Up next - Morning comes and Dean finally wakes. Sam isn't there, but Cas is.