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Chapter 1

"Dean you need to listen to me. This hunt is too much for you and Sam at this moment. Please stop, you need your 'human time' to rest. You have not slept in a long time." I hid the concern well. I don't think this young hunter, my hunter, could hear the worry in my voice as I internally pleaded with them to keep from undertaking this hunt. Of course I knew it was a lost cause. Dean was stubborn, more so than anyone else, he truly was an asshat at times but what could I do, he has free will. Obviously I could just whisk him away, I do have wings, and I am an 'Angel of the Lord' after all, but I refused to destroy his free will. I stood still, hands limp at my side, my tan trench coat moving gently with the ghost of a breeze as he turned to me his vibrant green eyes dull with annoyance and spoke.

"Cas, seriously man. We have done cases like this hundreds of times. We are fine. We're not babies or anything. I'll throw a pray your way if we need anything. K?" He arched an eyebrow and I sighed as I hid the shiver his deep voice caused me when he spoke. I shook my head exasperated and felt my wings spread behind me as I let them unfold. The soft feathers swayed with the breeze and it was pleasant. It allowed my vessel to relax infinitesimally but my grace still coiled with worry for my lovely Winchester. I stared at him searching his eyes for any signs of human emotions but found nothing. His resolve was hard, he believed this hunt was necessary. If only he knew just how I wished he would care for himself more. If only my hunter understood just how 'profound' our bond had grown since I had gripped him tight and risen him from hell, but I couldn't tell him. Not until he realized he felt the same way to. I stared at him for one more second. Gaining control of my deep rough voice before speaking.

"Fine." I couldn't help my voice which sounded deeper than usual, a little coarser with emotion. For the slightest moment I swear I saw a shiver travel through his body but I shrugged it off as nothing as I spread my wings wide and flew off. Of course I would never tell him that I didn't really leave. I was not needed in heaven at this moment so I simple dematerialized myself. Staying close to his side watching and waiting for his prays to call me to him.

I shivered from the wind of his wings as Cas vanished from in front of me. Glad he couldn't see the loss that filled my eyes when he left. It was become more and more difficult every day to hide my true emotions from him. If only he knew what those inhumanly blue eyes did to me. I can promise you it wasn't always clean, but he wouldn't know that. I paused and realized I was thinking dirty about Cas, god, I really needed to stop that. I shook my head and moved to walk back into the hotel room to grab Sammy. This was going to be a hard hunt I knew that, just as I knew that Cas was probably right, we weren't up from this now; but if I let him know he was right I might let out some other feelings too. Feelings no one could know I was feeling. Not even Sammy, and he was the most important thing to me. Well, he used to be…but lately my top priorities have been becoming split between my flesh and blood, and my blue-eyed angel. I took a deep breath and moved my mind onto the thoughts of the hunt.

"Sammy, you ready to check out?" I walked into the room and found Sammy ending a phone with the front desk. Well then, apparently we were already checked out. He smiled his 'I'm way ahead of you big bro' smile and got up. He looked at me briefly before speaking.

"Hey where did Cas go? Back to heaven I suppose?" I looked into his brown eyes and shrugged my shoulders. I didn't know if Cas went back to heaven or not, but I sure hoped he didn't. It was always harder to see Cas again when he went to heaven. I would never tell him that of course, but it made my heart ache when he let me see the all too human emotions in his eyes. My angel was having feelings and it was the cutest thing ever. I paused in my mind. Damn, I'm thinking Cas is cute? I really need to get laid. I know somewhere deep inside that it really wasn't a thought, I knew I liked Cas, a lot. But, he's an angel and I'm a hunter. I don't see how it could ever work. So instead I would continue to pretend to feel absolutely nothing. I glanced behind me as Sammy shut the door to the hotel room, breaking me from my strain of thoughts. We climbed into my baby and were off to kill that stupid witch a few towns over.

We were silent in the car. My eyes were firm against the road as I sang quietly to the music wafting from the speakers. I glanced over at Sammy, a small smile crept its way onto my lips when I noticed he was in a deep sleep. His head lulled to the side and his laptop teetering on the edge of his knees. I kept my eyes on him for a lingering moment before turning to the road. I let myself reside into my thoughts as I continued to drive. I couldn't help but think back to Cas. His dark tan trench coat, simmering blue eyes and midnight black hair. I had only become aquatinted with these feelings recently. I never before would have believed that all the care I had for Cas was really my want to simply be with him, and I mean I wanted to be with him, but I was scared to confront him. I can't even begin to imagine what would happen to me if I lost him. My mind wandered aimlessly for the rest of the car ride.

"Sammy," I shook my brothers shoulder gently attempting to rouse him awake. We were parked across the street in front of a dark foreboding looking house slightly beaten down. Sammy's eyes fluttered once before he sat up and looked around gathering his surroundings.

"We here?" He looked at me and I shook my head in affirmation as he exited the shinnying Impala. We moved to the trunk and stocked our bodies with ammo and weapons before we scooped out the house. I moved to the front door and Sammy clung close to my side. We shared a brief look before I lifted my leg and kicked in the front door. We barged in, arms outstretched and guns held firm. I let my eyes scan the room for any dangers quickly. I cursed beneath my breath when I say the women standing in the corner of the living room. A floor length black dress clung viciously to her petite slim body, her breast swelled proudly from her dress and her blonde hair swung in crinkled curls to the top of her waist, her eyes burned a fiery grey and I knew this was going to be bad. The smile that dawned on her lips was wicked, she bared her teeth and emitted a deep restless growl from deep in her chest. She raised her hands and chuckled as Sam and I flew against the wall, feet dangling a foot from the ground. I couldn't grasp a breath as my neck began to strangle itself, I could hear Sammy next to me, gasping for air. My lungs burned as I managed to choke out a few words despite the pain.

"Stupid witch bitch," I gasped again, the burn of my throat igniting into a forceful flame as I gasped more intensely. She smiled at me again and her teeth flashed a gruesome yellow. Her voice was raspy and belonged nowhere near that decent body.

"What do you know, the Winchester boys. I am going to be so honored when I finish this kill." Her sneer turned into an elated chuckled as she began to slowly close her hands. I could feel the blood run cold in my body. My neck tightened and I could feel the crush of bones and tendons as I writhed against the wall. My eyes rolled towards my brain as I fought to suck in another breath but I knew it wouldn't work. I guess it was naturally for me to die by the creature I loathed the most. I let my mind settle as I prepared to lose all sense of feeling and life but before I could the room erupted in a flash of vibrant white light. I had enough strength to force my eyes open to stare at the room for a brief moment. The room was spinning wildly but I still managed to focus on the cause of that blinding light. Standing in the mild of the room clad in a dirty trench coat, hands balled in fury at his sides was Castiel. His blue eyes burned with pure anger as his hands began to shake with the power building beneath them. The last thing I saw before everything went black and I lost consciousness was a white light as he lunged at the ugly bitch.

I sat on a bench in heaven, my heaven, awaiting someone to summon me or request my assistances. The light from the sunset shone vibrantly on my skin, warming it with hope and love. My lovely trench coat was draped on the seat next to me and the close-fitting white button down hung against my toned vessel as I basked in the sun. Even though I was a celestial being it felt nice to be confined within a body, to feel. Given I should never feel as much as I do. Especially like the way I felt around the glamorous righteous hunter that was Dean Winchester. I smiled at the thought of Dean. An image flashed to my mind of this morning. This morning Dean was clad in a very tight black shit, a dark red plaid button down which slung open and clung to his shoulders and of course as always his typically black leather jacket. His dark jeans were a little tighter than most days and I couldn't help but take extra notice of that. A small smile spread across my lips at the thought. I continued to sit in the sun, basking in warmth in the thoughts of my Winchester.

My happiness didn't last very long though. I have come to realize that ever since I gripped dean and raised him from hell we had an utterly powerful bond. One that tended to rear its head even when it was not called, but I was thankful for that. When I grasped Dean's brilliant soul I had managed to connect our emotions, our beings, but only the strongest ones. I could feel his extreme pain, his moments of doubt and worry along with much more. Not only that but with my celestial abilities I worked hard to keep an eye on him. My mind was always open to his prays and signs of his distress which always made me feel slightly at more ease when I left his side. I was resting in my heaven when I felt it though. It was stronger than any feeling I had ever had. I could feel Dean's soul flash a dim slightly, and that wasn't good. That was not ok in any way. I felt the rage burst from my grace as my mind raced to pinpoint his exact location. I quickly fixed my clothes and spread my wings to race to Dean.

It only took a moment for me to materialize in the room and I could feel my control slipping as I glanced around the room. Dean was thrown against the wall, his life flickering and his stunning eyes wavering between the realm of life and death. I couldn't help the rage that rang through my grace and my vessel as I stared at him for a second before I could feel the movement behind me in the corner of the room. I whirled to face the ugly witch and spoke, my voice barely above a whisper but raw and laced with fury.

"You stupid bitch!" I hissed at her, appalling myself at how easy it was for me to curse but I was so infuriated it did not matter anymore. I knew my control was slipping I could feel the white hot power pulse beneath my palms and my hangs quivered with anticipation to smite the evil witch that cowered before me. I couldn't wait any longer my body reacted naturally as it lunged towards her and my hand lashed out to grasp her head as the white light pulsed from my body to hers. Light and grace erupted from her features before she fell limp to the floor. It had only really been a few seconds since my appearance within the room but I still rushed as quickly as possible to catch the Winchesters whom now sat slumped against the wall unconscious and barely breathing. I realized then that I would never have enough grave to heal both of them before they died, I needed help. I sighed slightly before closing my eyes and opening all connections with my mind.

Gabriel, I need your help.

I waited for brief moment and was angered slightly when he seemed to ignore my calls. I shook my head in frustration before I realized I knew what would make him come running. I closed my eyes once more and spoke again.

Gabriel, Sam needs you. He is dying and I don't have the power to heal him and Dean. He needs you now Gabriel.

I didn't have time to even open my eyes before I felt the breeze whirl around the room and my eyes opened to greet the hazel eyes kneeling before Sam. Gabriel's face was hard as he stared at Sam, searching for signs of life. He relaxed gently when he realized that his injuries were healable. He smiled slightly before touching a hand lovingly to his cheek as his healing grace moved through Sam. I turned my attention to Dean and smiled when I saw that he would be ok to. I placed my hands on his face, shivering at the sensations that coursed through me even when he was unconscious and allowed my healing grace to sooth and fix his broken body. I smiled as I felt the pain in his soul ease into relaxation and sleep. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his unconscious body and lifted him into my arms. I smiled once more at my sleeping hunter and spread my ebony wings wide against my back as I flew him to the closest hotel where I rented him and Sam a room. I sat by the bed where Dean was still sleeping peacefully and my brother Gabriel was sitting behind me curled next to Sam on the bed opposite of Dean's. I turned to face him and speak to him.

"Thank you for coming to help them Gabriel." I smiled at him for a moment and he just looked at me before smirking.

"It wasn't really for you brother. I came for him," His head tilted towards the youngest Winchester and something flickered in his eyes. If I didn't know him so well I wouldn't have noticed it but I knew him well and I could see that faint human emotion coarse through his grace. He looked up at me and smiled sheepishly. I didn't let my gaze waver and I waited for him to admit the things which we all knew. He continued to stare at me before sighing heavily and turning his auburn eyes back to Sam. "Ok, gosh…you win. I got the hots for the young Winchester." I smiled bleakly at that and turned to stare at my own hunter and pondered if the hunters felt the same as we felt for them.