AN: So here's something that popped into my head, not quite sure where its going yet, but kinda want to see if there's much interest in it before i commit. It's short and kind of like a preview of more if people like where its going.
Also not quite sure what rating is going to end up being...right now its K+ but will probably change in later chapters if there's interest. (Will be DeanXCastiel though)
Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural or it's characters...just my plot :D
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Castiel had not expected to find much of anything when he was sent on his mission to retrieve the Righteous Man's soul from Hell. After all, they had found he was put into the deepest depths of the Pit, right where the oldest and the first sinners were. The surprise Castiel found when he first beheld the tortured soul of Dean Winchester was something he was not expecting. The soul still shone bright with purity, something even some souls in Heaven lacked. It was a beacon to the Angels coming to him and a candle to the worst of the demons in the pit, coming to see if they could taint that purity. Possessiveness flared in Castiel's breast, and he grasped the soul and bore it from the pit, back to the mortal coil it came from.
Dean's first thought upon awakening was the sudden shock. Not from the pain of suddenly finding himself back in his meat suit, but from the sudden lack of the all-consuming pain. A feeling that had become all too familiar over his time in Hell. Once he was able to think again, past the sudden rush of feeling, he realized he was in a coffin somewhere. Mentally Dean berated Sam for not salting and burning his body like he should have, but right now he couldn't find it in himself to be to upset with his little brother.
It took Dean about a half an hour to fully dig himself out of his grave, but he couldn't feel to upset about it, being able to actually feel the pull on his muscles, the dirt on his hands and air in his lungs made everything a little too good. At least until Dean saw what was left of his gravesite. The place looked like a bomb went off, something happened and Dean had a feeling it was something that had to do with him. Immediately Dean was on his guard, searching for the enemy he knew had to be somewhere close by. Dean felt a burning on his shoulder, a soft footstep behind him. "Hello Dean" called a soft, deep voice. Dean spun around, catching a glimpse before two fingers pressed against his forehead and his world faded to black.
Castiel did not like that he was forced to put Dean into sleep. It wasn't what he had planned on doing, but Castiel's sight saw what Dean could not see. His soul had grown while in Hell, and his physical vessel could not accommodate it in its current state. Something would have to be done. Castiel knew that he would have to contact the two that he saw within Dean's mind and from watching over the hunter. Those that he called family. Bobby and Sam. They would be needed if he was to completely save the Righteous man. And Castiel did not plan on failing.