"Thank you both… for everything you've done…" and with that, Castiel gathered up Samandriel and teleported. He didn't know where he was going, or why, exactly he was leaving Dean and Sam, but he had to. He knew had to take the other angel away…as if he were on autopilot.

"Very good, Castiel, now hand the traitor over." That voice…The room he was in…he wiped the blood from his eye, he was very confused.

"Naomi?" He frowned, trying to remember Samandriel's last words, as he stood with the dead angel in his arms. "That's…your name right?"

Naomi sighed, but when she spoke, her voice was gentle. "Of course it is Castiel, now hand over the traitor, and we can have a little chat." Cas looked down at the corpse, his eyes were wide with the fear he must have felt in his last moments.

"Why is he dead? Samandriel was…good…wasn't he?" He was so confused and his head hurt, he wasn't supposed to hurt…angels didn't hurt like this. He reached on of his arms up to his face, and wiped away blood.

"Castiel, set Samandriel down." Cas was staring at the blood on his hand, concern was overshadowed by confusion mixed with wonderment. "Castiel. I gave you an order." Naomi's voice snapped him back to the present, and he felt the weight of Samandriel in his arms once again.

An order…yes…she had given him a task to do. Castiel let Samandriel fall to the floor. "Good, Castiel. Very good. Now, I need you to sit. You and I need to have a little…chat." Cas thought there was a slight hesitation before she said chat, but he wasn't sure. He wasn't sure about anything anymore.

He noticed Naomi watching him, scrutinizing something about him. Cas looked down at himself, he was covered in Samandriel's blood, but that wasn't his fault. What was she staring at? He looked at her, and opened his mouth. "Don't speak Castiel. You have nothing to say that I want to hear. Sit. Now."

She was angry. Castiel thought he should sit…and yet, for some reason he was afraid. "Don't make me ask you again, Castiel. Sit."

He moved stiffly over to one of the chairs and sat. "Good, Castiel. Very good." Naomi was suddenly in front of him, Castiel tried not to flinch. She leaned close to him, resting her hands on the arms of his chair. "Now, Castiel I need you to close your eyes for me, okay?"

He was very afraid now, but he didn't want her to be angry…

"Very good Castiel."

Castiel opened his eyes with a groan. He was laying face down on a hard, uncomfortable surface. He turned his head to figure out where he was, and hopefully make sense of how he got there.

"Parking…lot?" He laid his head back down, it was all too confusing. He was lying in an empty parking lot, with no recollection of how he had gotten there, or why his head hurt so much. The last thing he remembered happening was Samandriel…but after that, it was just pain.

He pulled himself up to his feet, a bit unsteady, it felt like he had been laying on that concrete for months, which made no sense. Cas needed help, there was something wrong…something that required professional help. But he felt low on power, as if his…battery was drained.

"Dean, I hope I can find you."

He had a lot less power than he originally thought. He had barely made it to…wherever he was, and his landing left much to be desired. All he knew was that he was on a hard, but stable surface in a room that smelled like books. At least it wasn't more concrete.

There was no one in the room with him, but it didn't take long until he heard yelling and footsteps. Cas hoped they were friendly footsteps, he didn't have a fight in him.

"Cas? What the hell, man why are you on our table? Cas…? Hey, Cas" It was Dean. He found Dean. He tried to stand, tried to say hello, or whatever was customary these days, but he couldn't, it hurt to move. Greeting Dean would have to wait. Getting off the table would definitely have to wait, in fact, everything was getting…fuzzy…Cas was fine with letting everything just…wait.

Cas opened his eyes to an unfamiliar place for the second time in one day. He turned his head slightly, he was in a room, and more importantly he was lying on a bed, a very comfortable bed. It felt like he was laying on a cloud, or something. Cas smiled, maybe Heaven had finally forgiven him, and let him back in…

Then he heard the low, unmistakable voice of Dean Winchester. He was torn between emotions. Obviously he wasn't in Heaven, unless Dean had died again, but Cas didn't want to get into that. But he was back with his friends, he was…

"They won't keep you safe Castiel. Doing what I say will keep you safe. You need to trust me and listen to me. Everything I do, I do for you. I saved you from Purgatory, didn't I? Now, take a seat, I have a new job for you…"

safe. He slid to the edge of the bed, and tested his balance; he was steadier than before, which was good. It was time to talk to Dean. It was time to get answers.

It was time to ask for help.

A/N: I'd very much appreciate any reviews you have for me. I've never done multi-chapter fics before. This was written for my friend after she showed me a Tumblr post. We both wanted catharsis. I'm not sure how many chapters it will be, but we'll see.