My..My my how I wish I owned Supernatural. But I don't, the lovely and wonderful Kripke does, (Wish he would come back and save the show). Nor do I own the characters, by boy do I wish I could get my hands on them..hmm.

Dean had seen his fair share of terrifying things. Ghouls, ghosts, demons you name It he'd seen It and probably killed it. Evil things were kind of his specialty. The family business. His fears were limited flying, hell, hell-hounds, Sam going "dark side".

This on however topped them all. Castiel. There was nothing scarier than an Angel of the Lord that could hurl him back to damnation. He was currently slammed up against a brick wall staring into Castiel's blue eyes.

This emotion from Castiel was new. Hell any emotion from the angel was new. But this truly terrified him. The darkness in Castiel's eyes could mean only two things. And since he was getting the living shit beat out of him, he highly doubted it was the latter emotion of lust. No, Castiel was pissed, but their behind the anger was something else entirely, Dean wasn't sure what.

The emotion was something that Castiel was having and increasingly hard time hiding from Dean, his charge. Castiel had fallen, he was loosing his grace quickly, and being cut off from heaven was not treating him well. But he did it for Dean. Everything he did was for Dean.

Dean knew so little about who he truly was and It was hard for Castiel to not blurt out everything. Sam knew his true self, Dean did not. That was how It was though, Angels were much better at keeping secrets, and keeping out of sight, unlike demons.

The Winchesters did not even know that angels truly exited till he had shown himself. It was ironic, the Winchesters were surrounded by angels, and they had met many. God commanded the raising of Dean Winchester and the duty fell upon his guardian angel Castiel.

Mary Winchester had never been more correct when telling Dean that angels were watching over him, that always had, and always would. Dean was different, and God had made sure of that.

Castiel had watched over Dean his whole life. Every moment he was in danger Castiel was watching from heaven, making sure that everything was going as planned. He watched as Dean fought to understand Sam's place in things, his destiny. He had watched Dean walk out on Sam and Sam walk out on Dean, back and forth all their lives. It was pretty much the Winchester way.

He had also watched Dean coming to terms with the demon blood that coursed through his little brothers blood. Dean would never be able to handle the truth about his destiny. Castiel was sure of this after watching the brothers struggle to stick together, when things went bad, and they often did.

Castiel wanted to tell Dean everything but he knew that would not be wise. Dean would be irate and he would go off and do something completely erratic, because that was what Dean always did. So Castiel fought the urge, and let things come to pass. Dean was a very strong man, but Castiel had learned long before, that Dean would not be able to take on the task of killing his little brother. Even if it was what was written, and even if Dean was just riding shot gun to the show.

So Castiel decided he would fight, fight for what was right, and fight for Team Free Will, because if Sam could detox and stay off demon blood, then Castiel could get off his high horse, and try to live with being cut off from heaven.