Summary: Dean meets some more angels…

Summary: Takes place after 4.04. Castiel tries to prepare Dean for his part in the war, not realising that he too has a part in the war, one he wasn't expecting.

Warnings: Christianity(apparently my religion is a warning… ), angry angels, blasphemy(my new favourite word), slash.

Part One

Sighing, the angel of Thursday knelt down beside a lumpy double bed, covered in a filthy (to the angel's standards) sheet. He closed his blue eyes, and prayed, softly in the oldest language, known to angels. The words left his mouth smoothly like silk, as he spoke the Lord's Prayer using the exact words the Lord had used over 2000 years ago.

He slowly stood up as he finished, he took a deep, unnecessary breathe before pulling the sheet of the bed. He slid in slowly, coat still on along with his shoes. He pulled the cover over his vessel and closed his eyes once more.

As the soulless body recuperated, healing and resting by the Will of God, Castiel exited the body to find his other human. His vessel's soul was already in the Heavens, with the family he had once lost. Safe and away from the dangers of the planet Castiel was currently on.

Castiel found his fiery soul standing before a sleeping Dean; for Dean's own protection, invincible to the human eye.

Yet again Dean's brother was out of the hotel, while Dean thrashed and kicked in his bed. While the boy-king for once wasn't with the female demon called Ruby, he wasn't with his brother, and it angered the floating angel. Dean was having another nightmare, one he was struggling against.

The spirit raised a brow, Dean wasn't dreaming of his time spent in hell. He wasn't dreaming of the chains, of the pain, or being gripped by Castiel. He was dreaming of his brother. Castiel tilted his fiery head confused; Dean did not fear his brother turning evil, into a demon. He feared losing his brother; of being alone.

Castiel sighed, Dean, can't you see you are never alone. I'm here. I always have been, and will continue to do so.

"Sammy," Dean whimpered. The pathetic whimper caused Castiel more pain then it should have. Castiel turned around and with one large wave of his wings left the room. He'd return in a few seconds, with his vessel.

"Sammy," another whimper escaped Dean's lips, "don't."

Castiel had returned, he sat next to Dean on his bed, the way he had before he had taken Dean to the past, to learn more about his mother. Castiel arched his head to the side, wishing he could see into Dean's dreams, but with this vessel some of his powers were limited.

"Wake up, Dean," Castiel said, placing his hand on Dean's bare shoulder. Dean shot up like a bullet, grumbling something about pie and cheese. "You were dreaming."

"Guh, what did I tell ya about personal space, Cass?" Dean grumbled, rubbing an eye.

"Do not call me Cass," Castiel growled. He was getting fed up with being called Cass; it was becoming a habit for all of his brothers and sisters.

"Where's Sam?" Dean jumped out of his bed, in a panic, noticing the empty room.

"He went to eat," Castiel replied, "Don't be troubled, should he lie about his powers, I will inform you."

"What are you doing here?" Dean grunted, sitting back down on the bed.

"I'm here to help you sleep," Castiel replied, "With out the nightmares, if you let me."

"How?" Dean asked, sceptically.

"It's difficult to describe, I just touch your forehead and then you sleep," Castiel replied, seriously.

"That wasn't hard to explain," Dean smirked, before sliding back under the sheets. "Okay, do it, but wake me up when Sammy comes."

"Alright," Castiel nodded, smiling inwardly. His human needed rest, so Castiel held his index and middle finger together and smacked Dean across the head. The human fell back against the pillow, unconscious. Castiel grinned slightly; he bet Dean wasn't expecting that.

"That's you're way of putting him to sleep?" Castiel jumped up startled, a soft laughter echoed in the room as a young man stepped out of the shadows. Castiel relaxed and smiled.

"Jophiel," Castiel acknowledged, "What are you doing here, little one?"

"Michael wishes to know how you are going with him," Jophiel replied, the vessel smiled a cheeky smile that lit up his brown eyes.

"Like he can't see," Castiel smiled, gazing up at the ceiling.

"Where's devil boy?" Jophiel asked, flicking his head in the direction of Sam's bed.

"He went out to eat," Castiel replied, "For now any way. He held true to his promise to himself. He isn't using his powers but he is still with the demon."

Jophiel made a disgusted face, "yuck."

"I agree," Castiel nodded.

"You haven't told him," Jophiel said, staring at the sleeping human. "He is beautiful."

"He is, isn't he," Castiel smiled. "But no, I don't want to tell him just yet. He will blame himself yet again. His behaviour is quite predictable. I expect when he does learn of this he will be livid."

"Beautiful but stupid," Jophiel grinned, the grin disappeared when Castiel glared at him, "Sorry. I better go. I was getting bored waiting for Uriel to give me the word. Why couldn't I be in Raphael's or even Gabriel's legion?"

"I don't know," Castiel smiled, Jophiel shrugged before disappearing into thin air. Castiel shook his head as he looked down at Dean, "Children."

After a few hours, Castiel had slithered into the bed with Dean. He found it pointless that he stayed on foot while the human slept, so he decided he may as well rest also. He stayed on his own side of the bed, since he knew if Dean suddenly woke up, he'd erupt. However Dean made his own plans, using Castiel's stomach as a pillow and his leg as a blanket for his own two feet.

The angel grunted, exasperated. Personal space, my wings.

Castiel's eyes widened when the human's bodily fluid began to dribble down onto his white shirt. They narrowed when Dean ran a hand underneath the shirt, and up towards the vessel's soft nipple. Castiel pulled the hand down a whine escaping from Dean's mouth. The hand fought intent on finding its way to the nipple.

"What are you? A kangaroo," Castiel said, before roughly pushing the human off him.

THUD.

"Huh, what?" Dean grumbled as he picked himself up off the ground, disorientated.

"Please refrain yourself," Castiel said, standing up. He shook his coat straightening out.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You were having a dream," Castiel said, before pointing at the damp spot on his chest, "A wet one."

"I WAS NOT!" Dean said, outraged. His cheeks went a flaming red, Castiel stood before him, bewildered at the loud reaction, not that he showed it through his expression.

"I have evidence," Castiel muttered, walking away from Dean.

"Hey! You were the one who groped me!" Dean retorted. "I got the hickey to prove it too! You started all this homoerotic crap!"

Castiel chose to ignore him.

Two weeks later, and Dean was still unaware of the fact his brother was sleuthing around with the enemy. Castiel decided against telling Dean, since the young man was making progress with his faith, in God at least. Not much, but Castiel could have sworn he heard the human pray once before a battle against another werewolf.

The two brothers were getting along, and things were looking brighter for the youngest Winchester. He was progressing well without his powers. Oddly enough the demon he was bedding wasn't pressuring him to use his powers, which surprised the angels, excluding Uriel who claimed it was probably a trick.

Castiel didn't have an opinion on the matter; truthfully he didn't care for Sam. His main concern was Dean. While Dean was beginning to put faith in God, faith in himself was still absent.

Raphael and Gabriel gave him a lecture; there was no other word to describe Gabriel's red painted finger waving at him as she spoke of Dean's part in there war.

"For us to win, Dean had to have faith in our Lord and him self, Cass!" Gabriel said, her wild brown hair bouncing with her finger.

"Don't call me Cass," Castiel grunted.

"He needs to be-"

"-I'll call you whatever I like," Gabriel interrupted the blonde haired Raphael, who rolled his eyes.

"Even on earth she never lets me finish," Raphael grumbled, walking off.

Gabriel cursed in Aramaic, calling Raphael a donkey in a not so nice fashion

Castiel smirked, amused, "Even on Earth you two argue. Where's Michael when you need him?"

Where was Michael indeed? The leader of all angels was yet to join them on Earth, Uriel, Gabriel and Raphael, three of the four arch angels were unsure as to why.

Back to Dean, Castiel knew the human still considered himself worthless. Not worth saving. It baffled the angel; he thought the human was perfect. For a human at least. He was loyal, charming, determined, caring, protective, and handsome. Sure he was rude and obnoxious, and constantly used God's name in vain, but his good side easily override his bad habits.

Castiel had finally met the younger Winchester brother. He had a reaction that Castiel wasn't expecting; the young man looked at him in awe for several minutes until Dean smacked him on the head. For the next few minutes, Sam asked him a few questions about anything.

"How old are you?" Sam first asked. Dean gave a roll of the eyes.

"3000 years old," Castiel replied, "Give or take a century or year."

"Wait? What? You're only 3000?" Dean asked, "My guardian angel is only a cherub?"

"I'm a seraph, thank you very much," Castiel scoffed.

"Dean, shut up," Sam said, "Okay, so what's the true religion."

"Christianity, duh," Dean grunted. Castiel smiled at the human, nodding.
"Which strand?" Sam said, with tilt of the head.

"What?" Dean asked.

"They are all the same," Castiel shrugged, "Its not the Churches that matter, it is the individual. It all depends on what you make of your life."

"What's the meaning of life?"

"How would I know, I'm only an angel," Castiel shrugged. Sam laughed, but Castiel wasn't trying to be funny.

Castiel was surprised he didn't ask anything about the war or of his powers, but he supposed it could have been the fact that the angel was called for battle and had run out of time.

Castiel was now standing beside Dean. The human was resting, sleeping across a book he was reading. The brothers were researching information for a case about a bizarre creature called a chupacabra. For some reason, this case had Dean buying lollypops, every time he saw the human he was sucking on one.

Castiel's head shifted slowly to the left looking directly at Dean's face. His blue eyes scanned Dean's smooth features, down to his perfectly shaped lips where a white stick was sticking out between the two lips. Castiel rolled his eyes; he picked up a few human habits from Dean, which wasn't a smart thing to do around Uriel. He slowly pulled out the lolly from the hunter's mouth, still shaking his head.

"Humans," Castiel smiled as the front door opened. Sam walked in, watching Castiel with surprised eyes. "Samuel."

"Hey Cass,"

"Castiel," Castiel corrected, with a sigh.

"Right, uh, Castiel, what are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

"When do you plan on telling your brother?" Castiel said. Sam stared at the angel through his brown eyes, swallowing. "One day he will work it out. I will not lie to him when does ask me."

"What have you been telling him?" Sam asked.

"That you are going to eat," Castiel replied, which was the truth. Sam would always grab a bite before he visited the demon. "It is not a lie, and Dean never dwells on the subject."

"I can't tell him," Sam muttered, "He'd flip."

"He'd 'flip' more if he learnt it from the wrong person," Castiel said, seriously. "Samuel, most of the demonic population knows of you and Ruby, one of them will tell him."

Sam exhaled his shoulders slumping down. "I don't know what to do."

"The decision is yours, Samuel," Castiel said, looking down at Dean who was beginning to stir awake. "Good bye, Samuel."

"Bye," Sam murmured, Castiel disappeared, his wings carrying him outside only.

"Sammy," Dean gruff voice came.

"Hey Dean,"

"Was that Cass?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"I heard his wings, again," Castiel's eyes widened in surprise. No human had ever heard angel wings before. Castiel smiled as the look of surprise left his face, Dean was special indeed, but what his part in the war was Castiel was yet to learn.

I think this might be about 4-5 parts, depending how much I write in my trusty book. I got bored at work the other day during the kiddies rest time so my brain start thinking(perving) about Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins, and this happened…

I think for now we can safely say Christianity appears to be the religion of SPN, since Holy Water is a Christian thing and 2000 years ago Christ came down. So I'm gonna try and use some of my knowledge of my faith in this ficcy, I just hope I don't sound preachy, cause I always say teach don't preach.

Besides, I'm not like most devout Christians…

Well,

Peace and chicken grease

Afro