Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or it's characters. The only things that are mine are the plot and any OC's that may appear.


Chapter 1.

"I feel as though you are fit for the job, Castiel."

Castiel cocked his head some and a frown was faint on his face. "Job?" He asked, voice clearly showing his confusion.

Naomi rolled her eyes. "Yes. Job."

Castiel's eyes flickered down to the floor as he thought. His eyes trailed back up, expression flattening and his head straightened to a normal position as he realised what she was implying. He looked at Naomi, her expression inpatient and angered. "I can't. Not a big one. Not after-"

Naomi sighed softly, her expression softening along with it, and leant forward, resting her elbow on her desk and her head on her hand. "I understand that it's a big ask from us. And I also understand that last time you had a job like this," She sighed, as though contemplating how to address it. "there were a few," She sighed again. "mistakes and wr-"

Castiel cut her off. "Innocent people died."

Naomi's expression hardened again as she sat straight, folding her arms across her chest as she did so. "I understand people died, Castiel."

Castiel's eyes flickered to look to the left of Naomi for a split second, then looked back at her. "No." He whispered, tone troubled. "You don't. They died because of my actions. They shouldn't have died, I shouldn't have killed them." He spoke, louder than the whispered no.

"You did what you had to do." Naomi 'assured'.

"Is that supposed to comfort me?" Castiel questioned.

Naomi sighed, slacking her shoulders, and shook her head some, closing her eyes. She opened them, meeting Castiel's narrowed ones. "No. But Castiel, you have to understand, we wouldn't have called you back unless this was urgent."

Castiel's eyes un-narrowed, and he cocked his head some to the side again, exhaling through his nose in a sigh. "Yes. I understand that this isn't an average job."

Naomi seemed to relax at Castiel's response. "We are sorry to bring you back here."

Castiel's mouth thinned in annoyance. "I doubt you can speak on behalf of everyone. I'm hardly surprised you called me." He said, tone almost bitter.

"Well," Naomi's voice wavered with a laugh. "we do pride ourselves in having one of the best assassins in the country."

Castiel kept his face straight.

Naomi smiled 'sweetly' and continued. "Anyway. You're probably curious about what, or who, is so important, yes?"

Castiel nodded, expression relaxing from the hard one he currently had.

"You've been focused on little jobs. The little jobs Metatron has been setting?"

Castiel looked up at the ceiling for a second, until his eyes dragged down to Naomi's again as he recognised the name. "I've heard that name before. I wasn't aware he was the one setting the tasks, though."

Naomi smiled again. "Ah, yes. His organization has been working with us for some time now. In fact, he's one of the deputy bosses."

Castiel nodded, silently hoping she would hurry up and give him the job.

"You can be annoyed at this, but the tasks have been to merely keep you in shape, so to speak."

Castiel didn't allow himself to get annoyed, and raised an eyebrow, asking a question that didn't need to be spoken.

Naomi sighed, as though the answer was hard for her to say, and leant forward again. "You never filed your leave, so you still worked here. We needed to keep you in shape, so that if ever the occurrence rose that we needed you, we could call you with confidence knowing you would still be able to fulfil the task, without needing to train again. You would still have the skills you had originally."

Castiel frowned. "I was told I couldn't file a leave."

Naomi's eyes darted around the room as she smiled nervously. "Hah, I don't know who told you that, but that is not the case. Should you ever want to leave after this job, you can. Of course, after filing a leave."

"I have to do this job?" Castiel questioned, frown not leaving his face.

Naomi nodded. "Only you can."

Castiel grimaced.

"Now," She began, standing and going into the files behind her. She took a folder out, with a name Castiel couldn't quite read on the front. Opening it, she carried on. "you don't need to know all the details about this man, and you don't need to know why he is being killed."

Castiel frowned harder. That was new.

"He's very important in regards to something Metatron wants. That's why he needs to go, and that is all the detail you may have." Naomi slid a picture, attached to an information sheet to Castiel. He skimmed through the information. Name was scribbled out, as was the age.

"There's no-" Castiel began.

"We are aware. Anything you need to know, you ask."

Castiel nodded, and looked at the picture. Typical Ken doll look. Easy to pick out from a crowd. He looked up from the picture, meeting Naomi's almost eager face. "Okay. I'll do it." Castiel heard Naomi let out a sigh of relief. "But one thing."

Naomi frowned, nodding slowly.

"What is his name?"

Naomi smiled in even more relief. "His name is Dean Winchester."


Chapter 2 teaser:

Castiel had that name in passing before. 'Dean Winchester.'


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