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Story Summary: Castiel was a good angel, an obedient angel, absolute in his purpose and his faith. Then one human changed it all, causing him to think before obedience, and see beyond blind faith. Castiels world is ripped apart by the truth, and for the first time he is begining to "feel". Will eventually be an angel bound to earth type story. Will eventually see a lot more of Dean and Sam.

Ch.1 Summary: Set during episode 4x20 The Rapture. Castiel gets startled and misses his chance to warn Dean.

Angel Interrupted

Ch. 1 "Angels Startle Too"


Dean and Castiel sat perfectly parallel to each other, each on the edge of a broken down hotel bed. Dean was leaning forward slightly, each hand resting on the corresponding knee. Staring down in front of him, he noticed just how dirty the green carpeting actually was, and briefly wondered about the cleanliness of the sheets he had been sleeping under. He avoided looking at the man, or rather Angel setting across from him.

It was two in the morning, Sam was gone on one of his late night mystery outings he thought Dean was oblivious too. Dean had been laying on his side, arms folded over his chest and half asleep when he heard the soft sound of fluttering wings. He kept his eyes closed and tried to keep his breathing even in hopes Castiel would buy his sleeping act and simply leave. No such luck. Dean could feel Castiel watching him. He could only take the Angels stare for so long before he lost it. In one swift, fluid motion he lunged into a setting position right across from Castiel and growled "WHAT?!"

Castiel knew Dean wasn't asleep. He had watched Dean sleep often in the last few months. Dean rarely slept as quietly or as still as he was.. The first few times Castiel had stood in the Winchester boys darkened hotel room, observing their restless sleep, he had understood his actions were for the benefit of all. A good night of sleep strengthened the forces of good by increasing the humans physical and mental state while awake. One light touch to each mans forehead dissolved the nightmares and sent each into a calmer, more restorative sleep. In the beginning, Castiel had the greater good in mind, but that wasn't why he continued to take the bad dreams away. Castiel thought, disconcertingly that he was quite fond of Dean Winchester.

Over the last few months, he had begun to think Dean less of a charge and more of a fellow soldier. A soldier who he out ranked of course, but who was no less committed to stopping Armageddon then any Angel. Castiels features tightened at his last thought. The truth, still fresh and sharp in his mind. In what world did angels and demons work towards the same goal? Before Castiel could lose himself any deeper, Deans very quiet, very still body became a blurr of motion as he jumped up yelling.

Dean blinked a few times, trying to understand what he had just seen. As fast as he had set up, Castiel had disappeared in bright blue and white light. Dean just sat glaring at the place on his brothers bed where Castiel had been. With an annoyed frown he said "Well that was interesting."

Just then he heard the angels trademark calling card and looked across the room at where the noise of fluttering wings came from, but there was nothing.

"Dean."

Deans whole body jerked as he snapped his head back towards the other bed. There sat Castiel, head down, eyes closed, hands on his knees and breathing a little too deep and a little too fast. Dean pushed his irritation to the side and asked "Cass, whats wrong?"

Castiel opened his eyes, sucked in a breath and flatly stated "You startled me."

A slow grin spread over Deans face. "So you shimmered away?"

Castiel calmed him self in an instant, raising his head to meet Dean eye for eye. "I did not shimmer away Dean. I simply moved this vessel to a different place, very fast. The light was an effect of the movement, not the cause of it."

Dean was amused and laughed through his nose. "Huh. Why don't I see the light show every time you disappear into thin air?"

Castiel resisted the urge to indulge the human gesture of sighing, but his voice did rise a bit as he answered Deans question. "I usually come and go on my own terms Dean. What happened just now was much like the equivalent of a human reflex."

Dean crossed his arms over his chest and expectantly looked at Castiel. "The things you learn about an Angel."

Castiel stared at Dean for a long moment, and in a softer tone said "Dean, we need to talk about Sam."

Dean leaned forward resting his hands on his knees and exhaled, visibly deflating. Sam had been at the table researching their latest case when his cell phone had rang. Dean knew Sam thought he was asleep and so he acted the part and ended up over hearing Sam tell whoever was on the phone that he'd meet them in ten minutes. Dean knew it was Ruby Sam was going to meet. He knew his brother was doing something with Ruby, something bad. But he didn't know how to stop it. So, he just laid there and listened to his brother quietly walk out the door. Just when he had began to relax enough to sleep, Castiel showed up.

Castiel understood Deans pain. He hadn't in the beginning. But events had taken place, truths discovered and Castiel was far from the being he had been in the beginning. Anna had killed Uriel mere moments after Castiel had learned the truth of his brothers betrayal. Castiel watched Deans whole demeanor change at the mention of Sam, and contemplated his own resolve. He had been willing to fight Uriel for his life, for the truth and for father. Had he won the fight, would he have been able to kill his brother?

As if reading Castiels thoughts, Deans body tensed, his eyes narrowed and in a low and threatening voice he said "Don't tell me your here to stop Sam. You know I'll..."

Castiel put his hand up and said "That is not why I am here."

Deans shoulders relaxed and he asked "OK, then why are you here?"

Castiel pressed his lips together for a moment and slowly said "Dean, everything has changed. It's not what we thought. "

Dean could tell that whatever Castiel had to say, it was painful. He prodded gently."What is it Cass? What's goin on?"

Castiel hadn't decided how much to tell Dean. After Uriels death, Castiel had made careful inquiries to his superiors, trying to discern how many Angels Uriel had converted, and how far up the chain of command the conversions had gone. What he found was even more shocking then what he learned from Uriel.

Castiel cocked his head to one side, opened his mouth to say something and closed it again. He then closed hes eyes and began shaking his head in a slow rhythm telling Dean "There are only two seals left unbroken. You must stop Sam. It all depends on Sam. Do whatever is neccessary to prevent him from using his powers."

Had Castiel been acting normal, Dean would have instantly began arguing with him about the method of stopping Sam, Castiel was implying. But something was off, Castiel was acting different, almost spooked. Dean uncrossed his arms and rested his hands in his lap, trying to look more relaxed then he was feeling. "OK. I get that your worried about the seals, hell on earth and all that. Me too. But what is the connection to Sam?"

Castiel looked straight into Deans eyes and half mumbled "Dean, the Angels they want....Sam is..." How was he supposed to tell Dean that both hell and heaven were using Sam to bring about Armageddon, and that it would destroy him in the end?

Dean was becoming more worried with every word the angel couldn't seem to say. He leaned forward and raised his voice. "What do you mean it all depends on Sam? Are the Angels planning to stop Saml?"

Castiel heard the fear and confusion in Deans voice. He quickly shook his head no. "No angel will stop Sam, but you must. When the last seal is broke, Lucifer will rise. The last seal is..." Castiel stopped in mid sentence. He was being ordered back to heaven. They were sending escorts for him. Castiel had no idea what would happen to him if they caught him. He had to move, and fast!

Dean watched Castiels eyes widen and his breathing all but stop. He knew Castiel must have heard something from the other Angels. Castiel looked...scared. Dean began to ask what was happening when he heard the familiar sound of keys sliding into the hotel door handle, Sam was home.

Dean had only given the door a quick glance, but when he turned back to Castiel, the angel had gone.

Dean watched the door open slowly. As Sam stepped into the hotel room, Deans eyes glazed over in deep thought. What the hell had Castiel been trying to tell him?

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