Ok. So i've been totes obssessed with Dean/Castiel so i made a fic. Couldn't resist.

In this fic, Dean adn Sam saved the world with Castiel's help. Cas helped Sam resist the Devil and then, when the world was safe, he left. He and Dean had it going on. Dean was left heartbroken and alone. Sam went off and got married, leaving Dean to buy a house inthe country and live alone.

Then, an angel turns up and says Cas in trouble. She needs Dean to help her. Dean hops on the crazy train to go save him.

The twist?

The angel is Cas's sister!

Her and Dean don't get along very well, let me tell you.

So read and enjoy. OH! And my character captive for this is:

Eve: Hi guys!

Me: Eve you have got to be the most cooperative captive EVER! I hope you enjoy this!

Eve: *nodnodnods* I love Supernatural! thank you for putting me on this one!

Isn't she a charm?

DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I don't own Supernatural. *SOB* I wish i did, but i don't. I do own the OCs though.

ONWARD!

It was not what he expected. Far from it actually. Her brown hair, down in waves around her face, her smooth soft skin. But that wasn't what captivated him.

It was her eyes.

Yes, her eyes. They were the most piercing blue he had ever seen. They shimmered with power, with kindness, with confusion and…

With tears.

"Hi," he said at a loss for words. "I'm Dean Winchester."

She looked at him then, anger in her eyes. "You're Dean Winchester?" He nodded. "I'm Suriel." And with that, she hit him with a handful of lightning.

Dean flew off and hit a tree where he lay in pain.

"The Angel of Redemption."

Let's Backtrack, Shall We...?

Dean Winchester opened his eyes and felt that shroud of loneliness descend upon him. It had been like this ever since Castiel had left. He had saved Sam, said good-bye and left. Just left. Left without a goodbye, a word.

Not even a kiss.

Dean shook his head as he got up and started to get dressed. So what he had feelings for Cas, maybe even love? He was an angel and Dean was just left over from a battle of the cosmos. He was what Sam now referred to as a 'war veteran'.

And man, was he missing the fight.

No more demons, no more zombies, no more fighting for his life. And it just seemed so boring now. Sam had gone off and gotten married, had a eighteen year old son and baby girl on the way. And here he was, letting his life slip by him.

It was disgusting.

He shuffled his way downstairs and into the kitchen of the little home he now owned, far out in the country, away from everyone and everything.

"I'm turning into Bobby," Dean muttered.

He poured himself some coffee and then sat down at his tiny kitchen table and stared off into space. He was brought around by the sound of rain hitting his window pane. His coffee was cold and his mood was sour.

And now it was raining.

Perfect. Just perfect.

Dean got up, stretching and then idly scratched his scar. He hadn't done that in ages. He froze.

He hadn't done that in ages.

For some reason, he had a feeling that something, he didn't know what, but something, was going to change.

Hopefully for the better.

He walked back upstairs and pulled his boots on. He was going out today. Something was going to happen and he wanted a piece of it. He was finally going out to get the spice his life needed.

And then, his house shook.

Dean was thrown into his dresser as he tried to pull his other boot on. Lightning cracked outside his window and the chandelier in the hall shook. The pictures he had with Sam and his wife Rebecca smacked down onto his floor from where they were on the walls and his dresser top.

Dean got up. There was something definitely happening.

He was going to find out what.

Dean ran for his door, aching not to miss out on whatever supernatural occurrence was coming when he was suddenly blinded. He stumbled and tripped right down his stairs and ended up on the welcome mat by the door.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, getting up and dusting himself off. "Wonder what that was."

There was only one way to find out.

He opened his door and stepped out into the rain. And that was when he saw her.

She was emanating the light that had uncannily blinded him and was lying in a crater of dirt and grass.

"There goes my lawn," he muttered as he walked over to her. "Hey Miss!" he then yelled. "Hey! I'm-"

Dean was cut off.

Because he saw her eyes.

That same arresting blue he swore he had seen before. He tried to place it, but couldn't. She was crying though and looked about eighteen at the most. He tried reaching out to her, but she pulled away.

Clad in a white dress and no shoes she looked around herself at her surroundings, confusion beyond belief in her eyes.

Well, Dean thought, this is definitely not what I was expecting, but I'll take it.

"Hey, I'm Dean Winchester."

She looked at him then, the tears evaporating and anger taking their place. "You're Dean Winchester?" He found that he recognized the way she talk, but again, he couldn't place it. He just nodded. "I'm Suriel."

And then, she lifted her hand and shot a bolt of lightning at him, hitting him straight in the chest and sending him off into a tree.

"The Angel of Redemption."

Dean felt pain explode across his chest as he tried to sit up and failed. Somehow, the bolt had only stung him, not piercing through his heart and killing him. He finally battled the vertigo and nausea and sat up, staring incredulously at his scorched shirt.

"What the hell was that for?" he spat out at her, pain in his voice as he tried to get up.

"For making me come down here!" she yelled back.

He blinked and then shook his head. "Hey, I don't even know you. And why would I make you come here?"

She sobered down a bit and walked over to him. "I need your help."

He laughed as he leaned against the wet tree, catching his breath back. "Yeah, like I'd help you."

She got a cold glare in her eyes. "I demand it of you."

He rolled his. "I don't take orders from teeny boppers."

She looked shocked and then looked down at herself. And groaned. "Of course. I am but a child in your eyes. God, why have you forsaken me for this idiot?"

Dean was taken aback. He was no idiot. At least, not where he was concerned.

"Look kid, Suriel, what do you need?" He just wanted to know.

She took a deep breath and answered, "I need your help. I need to find Castiel."

Dean caught his breath. Cas?

"Sorry," he answered, trying to contain himself. "I can't go running around heaven with you."

She sneered in his direction. "He's not in Heaven. If he was, I would have found him by now. He's somewhere here, on Earth."

Dean visibly blanched. Cas? On Earth? And he hadn't even gone to see him? Hurt and despair filled him up to the brim.

"I fear he's in danger," she continued on, oblivious to his torture.

At the sound of danger, Dean perked up. Cas was in danger? He couldn't lose him. Not like that. And if he could have prevented it? Dean felt his hurt melt into resolve. He was going to help this girl find Cas . he was going to save him.

He just needed to know one thing.

"Are you… um… romantically involved with Angel Castiel?" He felt his face heat up as the words exited his mouth and regretted them.

But the girl, Suriel, looked at him in disgust. "Oh God no. That is purely disgusting. I think the Lord would be very displeased if I were to be romantically involved with Cas."

Dean felt relief and then froze. "What did you just call him?"

Now she looked confused. "Cas. I have every right to call him that. Are you coming or not?"

Dean nodded as he followed her to his car. He was going to save Cas. He was going to win his heart back. And he was going to do it with…

"Why do you have every right?" Dean got into the driver's seat as she slipped into the passenger's side, somehow in normal clothes and eighteen year old would wear. They were also dry.

Angels.

She smiled at his question and he was struck by a similarity he had only just discovered. "Because," she said as he pulled out of his driveway, "I'm his sister."

Dean stopped short. "Oh, fuck."

How bad was it? Horrible? Catastrophic?

Eve: *smile* I thought it was nice.

Don't listen to Eve guys, she's probably just buttering me up so I can let her go. Please oh please tell me what you think!

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