So...this is my second story posted anywhere...I hope I did alright. Please do judge. I find that even though I do not enjoy critisizim, it comes in handy a lot. It is how I know if the story truly sucks and what needs changing for later chapters:) So please do review after reading...everything is grately appriciated...even if you aren't really telling me anything too important.

Porro!

"Cass...c'mon Cass, I didn't mean it. Please...Sam and me really need your help on this case...everything is really weird, and nothing is adding up. We could really use some of your angelic genius...so, could you come down here?" Dean was the only one in the ratty motel room that they had rented for this hunt, which was located in Amboy, Indiana.

And Dean wasn't lying when he said that this hunt was weird. Every bit of information and research that he and Sam had didn't point to anything that they or Bobby could think of. People were dying, sure, but then they would come back...and not in the zombie way either...They were completely...normal. No plants whithering when they walk by, no 'I want your brains and entestines!' after the first week or so of being out of the grave. Nothing but ordinary. And what was worse...everyone that Dean and Sam had interviwed claimed to remember their deaths. So yeah, they needed the angel's help on this one...

But it didn't seem like the angel cared very much, because five minutes after Dean prayed, the angel hadn't shown up. Of course, it could be because of what had went down between the two about a week ago...

Why do I justify what you did wrong to me? You're love drunk, you're blinded, you've lost the ones who loved you most. This liar is on fire melted like wax, a mess it grows. And you're the one who chose, that's just the way karma goes.

"Goddamnit, Cass...you couldn't've shown up a few minutes sooner! Ah...shit...NO! Leave it alone...I'll get it myself. But you know, if you had gotten there sooner, maybe that damn witch wouldn't have just about blown me and Sam to peices!"

Dean was sitting on one of the grungy motel beds with his shirt off and an already bloody rag pressed to his side. It was a grusome sight, and Castiel, no matter how much he knew it wasn't his fault, felt like it was. And Dean's words weren't helping that feeling very much. It was just fuelingthe fire even more. Making the angel more and more angry with himself for not being there when Dean had needed him.

"Dean, I apologize for not being there exactly when you prayed. I was trying to get through my duties in Hevean completed, and as fast as I could so I could get to you and Sam. I really was."

Dean grunted to show that he had heard what Cass had just said.

"Well, you should have been there. Now Sam and I are both hurt. Sam I think needs a hospital, but he refuses to go...Jesus Christ...this hurts like a bitch!"

Cass shuffled closer to the hurting hunter to try and heal him, but like before, Dean made him back off. "Cass...I swear to god, if you take one more step towards me, I will deep-fry myself an angel in holy oil." Dean glared at the angel with as much venom as he could with how much he was hurting at the moment.

Castiel let out an annoyed sigh, "Dean, you are clearly in intense pain, and are in need of some kind of attention, whether it be from me or a doctor...stop acting like an immature child and let me help you."

Dean shot up from the bed and stalked over to where Cass was, and got right into his face, "No...you weren't there to help me and Sam when I called for you, so what makes you think that I want your help now. Me and Sam are doing fine by oursleves!"

This was the final straw for Castiel. He had had enough of Dean's inflated sense of importance. Cass stepped right back into Dean's personal space and was mere inches from his mouth and nose when he finally talked.

"Llisten to me, Dean Winchester. I am not a dog that you can simply call on and expect to drop everything to go rush to your every need. I am not some pet...I do not answer to you, nor do I serve you...and yet you act like I am supposed to drop everything and come rushing in because you send me a prayer...well, that's not how it works. I come because I choose to come...not because I am forced. And if you do not start treating me with respect...you will find that you will have lost a vey loyal ally."

Castiel's voice slowly became higher and higher with each sentence he spoke. Dean took a couple steps away from the angry angel and blinked rapidly. He had never seen the angel so mad. It was not something he wanted to see very often. It was almost as scary as seeing him in a fight.

"Jeez, Cass...calm the fuck down, man. What's got your panties in a twist?"

Dean was trying to lighten the mood, but by the enraged look that contorted Cass' face, he guessed he had said the wrong thing. God, that angel could not take a joke very well...

Castiel got righ back in Dean's face and shoved him...and not softly either. It was so hard and unexpected on Dean's part that he fell over, causing his still bleeding would to begin throbing again, except this time with much more vigor.

"You ignorant, immature, insufferable fool! Who do you think you are, that you can tell me to calm down? You are just an igsagnificant, little man. You are nothing! And yet here you are, thinking every day that you are some high and mighty person whose wishes should always be everyones number one priority, and to hell with anyone who cannot comply to that. You just use people, Dean Winchester. You use them, and then throw them and their emotions to the side and don't bother to see if they need any help in return. I have done everything you have asked of me without so much as a complaint. I have gone beyond your wishes and the duties of having a Charge...I have fallen for you...I have gone against my brothers and sisters for you, I've killed for you, and I have died for you...and yet you still refuse to treat me with any respect. You act like I am your slave and should wait on your every need. Well, I am sorry to tell you that I am not your slave, and I will not wait on you, hand and foot...and I will not help you until I see that you have changed your ways...Goodbye, Dean."

And with that, and a flutter of wings, Castiel was gone. Leaving Dean standing there with a look of total shock and hurt plastered on his face.

Well...the end of the first chapter...oooooh!

Anywho...the song that I used for the line break was A Mess It Grows, by he is we...they are amazing and I love just about all of their songs...

however some can become annoying after a while:)