This story has been turning in my head for awhile so I thought why not have this be my first story. Enjoy!!!

*Set sometime after Family Remains, so spoilers through that. I don't own Supernatural or any of their characters, but my birthday is coming up, so that's what I'm wishing for. I'm claiming Andy, but not is heritage as it will become apparent in further chapters.

*Italics means thoughts (if not in quotes)

Andy Masters falls to his knees; blood spewing from his lips as he tries to catch his breath. He hears faintly in the background a woman's desperate cry 'Stop, Please!!!' along with other frantic pleads, but all he can focus on is the pain searing through his body.

Looking up, Andy glares up into a set of white eyes smirking down at him. "You can end this at any time Andy or…", as the voice grows threatening, "I'll carve through the people you care about most." The unholy white orbs look past him and the demon's lips turn up into a sadistic smile.

"No!!" Andy gasps; knowing exacting who the demon was talking about. "Please, leave her out of-Agh!!" Blood continues pouring out his mouth, draining him, but he ignores it. "I'll do…what you want…, just don't hurt…them."

The demon shakes his head. "You had to make this difficult for yourself, didn't you? Doesn't really matter now, though, because once you get started-". A loud blast shakes the room; cutting off the demon's words. He looks up; eyes flaring with outrage, before he gets thrown backwards.

Resonance of a fierce battle flicker around Andy, but his strength fails as he collapses on the floor. His eyes refuse to stay open, but before the darkness reaches him, strong arms pull him off the ground. "Please…no more…" as he weakly swings at his oppressor.

"You're safe, Andúril". The familiar voice causes Andy to slowly open his eyes and be met by intense blue eyes.

"Castiel…" Andy slurs out the name as his head rest against the angel's forearm. "Dad?"

Castiel lowers his head. "I could not save him." Looking up, Castiel watches Andy's eyes fill with tears. "Or your uncle."

Andy lets out a small laugh. "Well I guess…we can call it…a day 'cause I'm not…going to last…much longer either." Seeing Castiel about to argue, he cuts him off. "I can't…do it Cas. What I've become…I can't go back."

Castiel looks down at him intently. "Maybe you can't change who you've become…but you can offer hope to those you need it. And perhaps find the strength you need." As Andy's face creases in confusion, Castiel places his hand over his faces as everything goes white.

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Andy lets out a low groan as he blinks his eyes open. He slowly pushes himself up; stopping halfway when he realizes that he's not being held by an angel, but rather lying on a park bench. Andy looks around in bewilderment; not recognizing anything around him or anyone. He stands up and starts walking across the field; occasionally glancing at people to see a familiar face. Andy reaches the road and spots a diner across the street. Jogging to the door; he opens it and is greeted with the sound of a bell. Patrons look up for a second then continue on with their meals.

"You okay sweetie?" Andy turns to see a woman in her 50ies looking at him with concern. After seeing his confusion, she gestures to his shirt. "Looks like you had a bit of an accident."

Andy looks down and sees a mist of dried blood on his shirt. "Oohhh…yeah I had a nosebleed earlier. Didn't get a chance to clean." He looks back up at her and flashes an embarrass smile. "You have a bathroom by chance?"

The waitress smiles back and nods her head to the left. "Straight back on the left."

"Thanks." He walks past her and strides to the back; turning left when he see the sign. Andy walks into the bathroom, and after checking all the stalls are empty, leans his head against the wall. "What the hell are you playing at Castiel? I have no frickin' idea where I am and that cryptic message made no…" Andy looks up at the mirror and notices his eyes, fiercely green, staring back at him. He raises his hand to touch them gently, a shocked expression coming over his face. "How the hell did you…" Taking a deep breath, he just shakes his head in awe. "Thank you, Cas." Andy takes off his jacket and hangs it on the door knob, then pulls his over shirt off; leaving his wife beater on. He keeps glancing at the mirror; still checking to see that his eyes are still green. Grabbing his jacket; Andy tosses the bloody shirt in the garage and walks out of the bathroom.

The waitress is waiting for him when he gets back to the front of the diner. "You look like you could use a break." She gestures to a booth. "I'll get you some coffee. On the house."

Andy gives her a grateful smile as he sits down and rests his head against the back cushion; still trying to figure out what is going on. When the waitress brings the coffee over to him, he opens his eyes and mouths "Thanks again" as he takes a sip. She smiles back at him and looks up at the door as the bell jingles.

"Just the two of you? Right this way." She leads to men past Andy, who has closed his eyes again, and puts them in the booth right behind him. "Here are the menus. What can I get you boys to drink?"

"We'll take two coffees, please." At the sound of the man's voice, Andy's eyes shot open in shock. No way, that's not possible.

"Alright, I'll have those out for you in a jiff." After the waitress walks off, the man starts speaking again. "I figure we'll get to Illinois by tomorrow; look into that haunting in Chester."

"Dude, we can't keep going on like this." Oh my God, it can't be!

"What are talking about you, Sam? This is what we do, hunting down every evil sons of b!tches we can find; Apocalypse or not."

"I know that Dean, I just wish you would admit that you told me about hell and stop running from case to case.

Silence filled the table behind Andy. He brings his hand down from his face as tears start to glisten in his eyes. Castiel you son of a b!tch! "Dad?" He whispers. "Uncle Sammy?"