There was darkness all around him. Castiel felt light, weightless. Silence surrounded him except for the soft buzz in his ears. The angel was content. So this was death, Castiel never thought how peaceful it could be. Gone was the aching emptiness he felt when he thought about his brothers and sisters, his home, his friends. He could now escape from those piercing green eyes that had looked down at him with such anger, those earnest brown eyes that were filled with betrayal and pain. The guilt, loneliness and hurt, were all slowly drifting away from him and Castiel let the darkness envelope him.

Then, the hum in his ears increased to a painful pressure. His arms and legs felt so heavy. His chest, oh his lungs, felt like they were on fire. Castiel began shaking moving his limbs but there was something pressing onto him, from all sides.

Suddenly, Castiel felt himself being pulled up. His head burst out from the surface of the water and air rushed in as he frantically gasped. Using the little energy he had, Castiel pulled himself to the shore. Sitting at the edge with his legs still inn the water, his chest heaved as Castiel tried to gather his thoughts. He was alive and once again, the Angel of Thursday had managed to escape death. The cold was slowly getting to him as he sat there, shivering in his wet pants and white dress shirt. His blue rumpled tie had still managed to cling on to his neck but his trench coat was nowhere to be seen.

Dean stared down, his fists clenching around the tattered coat. Cas, you child! How could you be so stupid? It was bad enough that Castiel had decided to work with Crowley, the king of hell for Christ's Sake, and now he had released those damn Leviathons on earth, just when Dean thought that everything was alright too! But really, Dean had lost all compassion he felt for Castiel when the bastard refused to fix the wall back up in Sam's head. Holding the fabric in his arms only made the disgust he felt grow. He quickly stuffed the last reminder of the angel into the far corner of the trunk and climbed into the Impala. Sam was sitting in the passenger seat, brooding and unusually quiet.

"You okay?" Dean asked slightly worried.

"Yeah, just drive," replied Sam, without much emotion.

Dean knew that Sam was lying, heck, even Sam didn't bother to reply with much conviction. How could he be okay? How could any of them be alright? Both brothers were now broken beyond repair and yet, now was definitely not the time to talk about their feelings, or nurse their wound, they had a world to save. The Impala sped off towards Booby's place.

It was getting dark and Castiel knew he needed to get help soon. It was evident that even though Castiel was now very much alive, he did not escape unharmed. There were huge gaping wounds all over his body, spotting his clothes red with blood. Castiel's breath grew shallower and the pain was everywhere, overwhelming him. Castiel couldn't heal himself like he could in the past, his grace was now so weak. It had dimmed from a blazing hot fire to a small glimmer of light, barely there. He couldn't sit there any longer, the cuts needed patching up. But where was he to go? Who would take him in a fallen angel? Maybe… With a small ball of hope shining faintly beside his grace, Castiel trudged slowly towards Bobby's place.

Sam sighed in frustration, rubbing his bleary eyes with his palms. The house was filled with the snores of two men. Bobby had fallen asleep researching at the table which was now strewn with papers about the different lore of Leviathons. They were however, nowhere near knowing how to destroy those bastards anymore than they had when Bobby and him had started in the afternoon. Dean, on the other hand, had gone straight to the bar and only had returned an hour ago, smelling so strongly of liquor and barely steady on his feet. He collapsed immediately upon reaching the couch and hadn't stirred since. Even though neither man looked comfortable, Sam couldn't help but feel slightly jealous of them. While it was true that Sam had drifted off for some time, he was rudely awakened by the hallucination of Lucifer screaming loudly in his ear. Though the devil was gone for now, Sam still felt uneasy.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Sam frowned, who could that be? Neither Bobby nor the brothers had many friends, especially not the kind that would decide to visit them so late at night. Sam made his way to the front room, frowning as he did so. When he did open the door, his lips wide as shock registered on his face.

"C-castiel?"

Note: So I know this is like a really short chapter but no worries, the next will be up in a few days time! I just got this idea suddenly and decided to quickly jot it down before I forgot. Please review, i dont mind criticisms! :) This is my first ever fanfiction so I hope its good!
And yes, there will be some Destiel, but after the angst.

Reading fanfiction is currently helping me while waiting for the new season to air! Recommend some if you know any!