Author's note: These fics are based on real episodes from Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you want background on the new character you can read the previous episodes.

On the Head of a Pin

They had driven to the nearest motel after Pamela's funeral. Dean was in a piss poor mood; everything that came out of his mouth was sarcastic and bitter. He was tired of burying good people, he was tired of watching friends put through hell and die. Who the hell cared about saving the world if everyone worth while died in the process?

As they walked into the room he tossed his bag into the darkness. "Home crappy home."

Sam flicked on the lights, they were a little more than surprised to see Uriel and Castiel in the room. Uriel stood facing them, while Castiel stood a few feet behind, staring focused on the wall. His body language was stiff, like a soldier waiting for his commands.

"The three amigos." Uriel raised his head with arrogance when he spoke to them.

Dean stared at him in disgust. "Oh come on." These guys had some nerve showing up right now.

"You are needed."

"Needed? We just got back from needed." He spit out.

"You mind your tone with me."

"No, you mind your damn tone with us."

Sam held his hand in front of him as Dean started to approach the angel. "Look, we just got back from Pamela's funeral."

"Yeah, Pamela, the psychic, you remember her right? Cas," he called. "You remember her right? You burned her eyes out. Remember that? Good times."

He looked at him, trying to cover his confusion with serenity.

"Dean calm down." Kayla touched his arm but he pulled away.

"No, she died saving one of their precious seals." He looked back at them. "So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freaking minutes!"

Uriel didn't even flinch when he yelled. "We raised you out of hell for our purposes."

"Oh and what were those purposes again? Huh? What exactly do you want me for?"

"You can start with gratitude."

"Dean we know this is difficult to understand." Cas offered.

"And we, don't care." Uriel shot him a look and Cas looked at the wall again, closing his mouth. "Now, seven angels have already been murdered, all from our garrison. The last one was tonight."

"Demons?" Dean asked; that would be a unique situation. "How are they doing it?"

"More importantly," Sam added. "What are we supposed to do about it? A demon that ices angels is out of our league."

"We have Alastair." Castiel finally came up beside Uriel.

"Great, he should be able to name your trigger man."

"He won't talk. His will is very strong, we've arrived at an impasse."

Dean shrugged. "Yeah well he's like a black belt in torture, you guys are out of your league."

"That's why we've come to his student." Uriel stated. "You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got."

"Dean you're our best hope."

His heart stopped. When he could breath again he shook his head. "No, no way. You can't ask me to do this Cas, not this." He couldn't do it again, he could barely stand to glimpse back on the memories of what had already happened.

Uriel stepped closer to them with a smirk. "Who said anything about asking?"

"No, wait…" Kayla caught Uriel by the wrist as he raised his hand towards Dean and suddenly they were in a warehouse.

When Uriel saw that Kayla had come with them he grit his teeth and looked at Castiel. "Send her back, or I'll…"

"You'll what?" Dean stepped up to him. "I will kick your ass so hard you're gonna have toes for teeth. Now I wanna talk to Cas, alone."

Uriel grimaced. "I think I'll go seek revelation. We might have some further orders."

"Well get some donuts while you're out."

He chuckled. "This one just won't quit will he? I'm starting to like him." He disappeared.

Kayla heard the wings and turned to Castiel. "Do we ever get to see the wings? Seriously."

Dean shook his head when he just looked at her. "I'm starting to think junkless has a better sense of humor than you do."

"Uriel is the funniest angel in the garrison, ask anyone." Completely deadpan.

"What's going on Cas? Since when does Uriel put a leash on you?"

"My superiors have begun to question my sympathies. I've become too close to the humans in my charge. Namely you and your family. They feel I've begun to express emotions."

Kayla raised an eyebrow. "This is bad?"

"Emotions are the doorway to doubt. It can impair my judgment."

Dean looked at him a moment and walked past him. Apparently he wasn't answering to Cas anymore. "Well you can tell Uriel or whoever, you don't want me doing this. Trust me."

"Want it? No, but I've been told we need it."

"If you open that door and I walk through it, you will not like what walks out."

Kayla heard the struggle in his voice, he was breaking down just thinking about it. She stayed near Castiel. "You can't expect him to do this, it's not right Cas."

"For what it's worth, I'd give anything not to have him do this."

"That's not good enough! You know he shouldn't do this! How can you follow this order?" She tried desperately to reason with him but knew there was no point in it, angels were black and white. Dean bent his head and she went and touched his hand. "You don't have to do this Dean. Tell them no, tell them to go to hell for even suggesting it!"

He searched her expression for an answer. The angels had saved him from hell, but did he really owe them this? Almost everything in her eyes told him not to do it; she knew as much as he did what it would do to him. But then there was the hidden emotion, the one he had to look behind the mask to see. That glint of living terror, the agony burning in the back of her soul.

"I'll do it."

"Dean!"

He slid his hands on either side of her face and kissed her firmly, then rested his forehead against hers. "He's gonna pay for what he did to you."

"You don't have to do that. Alastair's a piece of shit, it's not worth it. You can't."

"I have to." He felt like it was the only thing he could do to start to redeem himself at this point. "It'll be okay."

They watched him take the covered tray through the steel door. Kayla put her hand over her mouth, trying to contain a sob. "Cas."

"Please don't."

"It'll break him, this will ruin him."

"He's strong."

"A man can only take so much! Why would you do this to him?"

"It's God's…"

"Why would God think this is okay?!" He looked at her and she recognized the confusion in his eyes; it was a question he'd already considered. "Why would God think torture is okay, and especially with the cost involved?"

After a brief silence they both flinched when Alistair laughed. "You shouldn't be here for this."

"No. Don't do it Cas."

"I'm sorry." He touched her cheek with the back of his fingers.

She was suddenly sitting back on one of the beds at the hotel. Sam and Ruby were standing over the table looking over some papers. "Son of a bitch."

Sam looked back, not surprised to see her. "You okay?"

"He's going to do it, he's already started."

"Where are they keeping him?"

"It's a warehouse, I didn't get a chance to look around."

Ruby nodded. "I can find it."