Ok ya'll so I'm gonna try and write some Destiel so sorry if it sucks.

Meg got out of her carriage and walked up to the old opera house. The voice of the sails person and the bang of his hammer on the wood of the podium he stood behind echoed through the charred remains of the opera.

"Sold," yelled the man with a bang of his hammer. The next item to come up was a small monkey with cymbals in his hands. Meg raised her hand as did another elderly lady dressed in black. After a few more bids the lady gave up and the man yelled sold. Meg held the monkey in her hand remembering Castiel. It had been some time since he had passed away but she still felt as though it was merely yesterday.

"Our next piece is the chandelier, restored to its former glory." The curtains pulled back to reveal a large, glass chandelier. The men pulled on the ropes to raise it up as the lights on it lit up and gleamed brightly. Organ music rang through the halls as the opera once again lit up. The cobwebs and dust all disappeared. The lights on the stage once again lit up and the curtains were mended.

The opera was back to its formal glory.

Balthazar and Raphael got out of their carriage and approached the opera house, and what a magnificent sight it was. It gleamed in the night. They walked inside to fine the place very warm and welcoming.

They were quickly approached by Meg Masters.

"Gentlemen," she said smoothly with a tight smile. The tipped their hats to her in respect. They all headed backstage and were greeted by Ellen.

"Gentlemen and Miss Masters, I am Ellen Singer, this is my daughter Joe and this is Castiel Novak." Castiel bowed and shot a glance at Meg. He recognized her from his childhood but she didn't notice him at all. She cast his eyes down in disappointment.

They walked to the back to find Garth, the opera's owner bustling back and forth trying to get everything in order.

"Oh you're here; thank goodness I though you weren't going to come."

"Fear not, for we are here now. The traffic this time of day is very… harsh," Raphael explained smoothly.

"Where is Garth, where is he," yelled a woman's voice from across the floor. Just then Abaddon waltzed across the floor up to the three of them yelling. "I am done, do you understand me, I am done."

"Well what do we do now," Balthazar asked frustratedly.

"Grovel."

"What?"

"Grovel."

"Madame, please," Raphael called chasing after her.

"Most beautiful Abaddon," Balthazar shouted.

"You are the star of our show."

"Indeed, it will not be the same without you my dear."

"And who are you," Abaddon asked with a hand placed on her hip.

"We are the new owners of this opera," Raphael explained quickly.

"Yes, and we would be delighted," Balthazar suggested.

"Just one," Abaddon said sauntering off. The three men let out a collective sigh of relief.

"Well I'm off to Australia. Gentlemen, if you need anything ask someone else." With that Garth scurried off quickly. They joined Meg to watch Miss Abaddon sing; she started off well enough when the backdrop came down suddenly and squashed her underneath it. Castiel got a glimpse of a dark figure up in the rafters.

"That is it I am done," Abaddon announced marching off angrily. Just then Ellen noticed an envelope fluttering down from the rafters. She picked it up and read it carefully.

"Gentlemen, this is for you."

"From who?"

"The Phantom of the Opera. He states that his booth be left empty for him to watch the show, and that 20 thousand franks be placed there monthly."

"20 thousand franks?"

"Mr. Garth paid it, and now so shall you."

"Ghost of the opera, this is robbery."

"Now what are we going to do," Balthazar announced angrily.

"Gentlemen, Mr. Novak can sing the song for you. He has been training with a very good teacher."

"Who is your teacher young man?"

"I know not his name but he has taught me well." The men nodded for him to continue and so he sang. They all stood their completely amazed. That night Castiel sang the lead role. Deep below the opera in the old tunnels used for water drainage a dark figure was making his way thought the tunnels. Dean was walking through the tunnels below the opera when he heard the sound of Castiel's voice through the vents. His heart skipped a beat at the sound of the singing. He made his way thought the tunnels and up to his booth where he watched. He saw Castiel on the center of the stage dressed valiantly in a dark blue suit. He was a very handsome man. Dean wished to have shown himself to the man sooner but he did not want to scare him away. After all how could Castiel possibly love someone like him? Half of his face hidden by a mask so that the world could not see what he really was. His father had done this to him when he was little. Drunk and enraged he came home to find Dean there sitting by the fire. He had started to rant and hit Dean who fought back and ended up getting his face burned by the fire. His father had then sold him to the circus. Dean touched the mask that hid his face from the world. He would show himself to Castiel, but not yet.