AN: Hey guys, so I'm excited to put out my first fic! So some things to know, In the

beginning the story will follow the show a bit, but only the first 3 or 4 chapters before

it starts to take it's own direction. I promise it will go nothing like the show (but I

can't go giving spoilers) xD. I will try to update every week to two weeks depending

on how much school work I have so yeah. Hope you enjoy :)


There is a window in my room. Not a very large window, but big enough for me to crawl out of every night, and sit upon the roof looking up at the stars. It's something I do without fail, almost like a tradition. I look up at the stars, I tell them everything, and I'll watch as they shine and twinkle against the night sky, dancing along with each other. I'm lucky because where I live the stars shine bright, not cast away by any city lights. It's what I loved most about living in South Dakota.

Just like the stars at night, every day I would sit outside, perched on top of one the hundreds of beaten up old cars that sat in my Dad's salvage yard. I would bring a book and sit in the sun; reading for hours until my father would tell me it was time to come inside. And that's exactly what I was doing the day the world changed.

I was lying back against the windshield of an old rusted 1964 ford, rereading one of my favorite books when I heard the sound of an engine pulling up to the house. I looked over my book to see who was paying a visit, but all I could see was the front of an old looking Chrysler car. Part of me wanted to go see who it was, but more than likely, it was just some guy wanting some parts for his car. I started reading my book again, getting lost in their universe when I heard my dad calling my name from the back door. Of course the second I get to one of my favorite chapters he would need me.

I closed my book, jumping off the car and rounding the house. I stopped when I saw my dad's face, looking like he had just seen a ghost. "Dad, you okay?" I asked, looking at him a little concerned. He didn't say anything, only nodded his head for me to go inside. Brushing off the look he had given me, I stomped through the door and into the kitchen. I could have expected a lot of things to be waiting for me inside, but not once would I have ever guessed it to be Dean Winchester.

My feet stopped like they were suddenly made of concrete as my eyes hit his. It wasn't possible, not 4 months ago was this man torn to shreds by hellhounds. "Hey Jen." He said, the smallest of smiles on his face. I looked back at my dad, wondering if what I was seeing was true. There was no way he could have come back from the dead, right? My dad gave me a small nod, and I looked back at Dean in awe.

I set the book I was holding on the counter and ran over to Dean, wrapping my arms around him. "You have no idea how much I missed you." I cried, burying my head into his chest. I wasn't one to cry, it actually takes a lot for me to cry, but holding back tears proved to be harder than expected. It's not every day a loved one comes back from the dead. Dean was a big brother to me, I've known him my whole life, and he's the only other person next to my dad who I look up to.

"Oh come on, no tears." He said pushing me back. He wiped the tears from my eyes and the small smile on his face grew a bit bigger.

"I can't help it." I said, letting out a little laugh. Part of me was starting to wonder if this was some dream. "How are you back? I saw you, you were as dead as they get."

"Don't know. I'm thinking Sam must have done something." He shrugged as he crossed the kitchen, picking up the house phone. I looked over at my dad who also gave me a shrug, and patted me on the back before leaning against the counter next to me.

Wrapping my head around this was so hard. As Dean called some phone company, looking for Sam's location, dad filled me in on everything Dean had told him. Waking up in the ground, the scar on his shoulder, it was all just weird. People don't come back from the dead, it just doesn't happen, but here Dean was standing in front of me like he never left. I was afraid to look away, afraid to even blink in case all of this was some dream. My mind would do something like this to me.

"You find him?" Dad asked as Dean hung up the phone and made his way into the living room, taking a seat in front of the computer.

"Probably." He said, pulling up a search browser and typing in Arch Mobile. I watched over his shoulder as he tracked Sam on the map somewhere in Illinois.

"That's around the place we buried you." I commented, staring at the map.

"Right near where I surfaced. That's one hell of a fucking coincidence don't you think?" Dean mumbled, getting up angrily.

"So you really think Sam made some kind of deal?" Dad asked as Dean poured himself a drink of whiskey. I wasn't sure why my father seemed so surprised I wouldn't put past Sam to do something like that. Dean took a swig of whiskey as he let out a sigh. He knew the answer to that, and I knew he was trying hard to deny it.

"What I think is we need to go find him and figure this shit out."

I pulled out my phone from my pocket and mapped out Pontiac, Illinois. "It's a 9 hour drive." I said, looking over at dad.

"Well, I guess we best get going."

The thought of seeing Sam again made me smile. After Dean died, he started drinking like crazy and took off, telling dad and me to just leave him alone. No matter how many times we called him, or emailed him, he just ignored us. Going down his own road to self-destruction. I never really blamed him, though; Dean's death took a toll on us all. Even dad started drinking like a watering hole.

It took a total of 11 hours to get to Pontiac, if you count the two times we stopped to eat, and the 10 times we stopped to pee. I ended up sleeping most of the way there so luckily for me it went fast. Dean had tracked down Sam to a small motel only a few miles away from where he popped up, a place called the Astoria Motel.

Dad and I waited outside while Dean found out what room he was in, talking about seeing Sam again. I couldn't help but wonder what we might be walking into. Sam was a tough guy, but he really lost himself once Dean died, for all we knew he could be up there drunk as a log, passed out on the floor or something.

As Dean knocked on the door, I started to get antsy as we waited for Sam to answer. Only, as the door opened, we didn't find ourselves looking at the 6'4 tall, muscle man we all had known, but instead a small brunette who looked very irritated.

"Three people to deliver a pizza? And late? What kind of company are you?" The chick asked, crossing her arms. Dean looked back at dad confused, a small awkward smile on his face.

"I think we may have the wrong—"

"We are looking for Sam Winchester." I said cutting Dean off. He shot me a look, but the girl almost instantly changed her attitude once she heard the name. Dean seemed to notice her shift change as I did, and pushed right past her into the room. As we all followed, we found a very surprised looking Sam sitting on the bed.

He stood once he laid his eyes on Dean, surprise, and confusion filling his face. "Dean?"

"Hiya Sammy. Did you miss me?"

Sam looked to dad, almost as if to confirm what he was seeing was true. Once dad gave him a small nod, Sam crossed the room in two strides, pulling Dean into a hug. I could see Sam was finding it hard to hold back tears.

"So are they like… Together?" The woman asked from behind me, looking confused at Sam.

"Uh no, they're brothers." I said, glancing over my shoulder at her. So much for Sam being depressed. He couldn't answer his family's calls, but he could have some hooker up in his room? "Do you have somewhere else you can be?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

I could feel Sam's glare at the back of my head after I had said that, but someone needed to, this chick didn't belong here. "Uh yeah, I probably should get going." She said, walking around everyone to get her clothes.

As she got dressed and said her goodbyes to Sam, Dad and I took a seat on the couch, watching as Dean looked around the room. I had to say it wasn't anything like I expected. This certainly wasn't the broken Sam that had left us months ago.

"So what did you have to give up huh Sam? A soul, or something worse?" Dean asked as Sam came back into the room.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, looking between each of us. "You think I made a deal?"

"Of course we think you made a deal." Dad said.

"Well I didn't. Trust me, I tried. No demon would make a deal with me." Sam said. Dean crossed his arms and eyed Sam as if he didn't believe him. "Dean I tried for months to get you out of hell, I did everything I could think of to get you out, but there was nothing I could do. I'm sorry."

"You don't got to apologize Sammy… I believe you."

"Okay but if Sam didn't somehow bust you out them who did?" I asked. Of course I knew dad hadn't sold his soul, and unless I sold mine without knowing it, neither did I. Who would want to break Dean out of hell though? Who would gain from that?

I got pulled from my thoughts as dad stood, patting me on the back to get up. "I know a good psychic, Pamela, she ain't but a few hours from here. Maybe she's heard something." Dad said.

"Worth a shot." Dean shrugged.

"I'll call her on the way. You boys try to keep up all right." Dad said as he crossed the room and held open the door for me. Dean gave him a small smirk and nodded, like he really needed to try to keep up.

The whole way to Pamela's house I couldn't concentrate on much. Dad tried to talk to me, but I wasn't much company. My mind was just going over the last day and a half. It seemed that in only a second everything was turned upside down. It not that I wasn't happy Dean was back, because I was, but at the same time, I knew everything in our life was about to be chaos. Something dragged Dean out of hell, and since Sam didn't make a deal, that means whoever or what ever raised him from hell, has plans for him.

When we pulled up to Pamela's house, she was already waiting outside, standing on her porch eating an apple. It had been forever since I had seen Pamela and truthfully, I wasn't looking forward to it. It wasn't that I didn't like her, but meeting your dad's old friends is weird.

"Bobby Singer. I can't tell you how glad I was to hear from you." She said with a smile as she pulled him into a hug.

"It's definitely been too long." He joked.

"And look at you Jenna, you're so big now. All grown up." She said, pulling me into the same hug she had given my dad. I hated this part. The whole 'how have you been, you're so big, I remember when you were just a little girl'. Luckily, before she was able to get to that part Sam and Dean walked up, taking the spotlight.

"So these are the boys' huh?"

"Sam and Dean." Dad said as he pointed each one out. "Boys this is Pamela Barnes. Best psychic in the damn state."

Dean gave her a flirty smile and a quick hello, and all I could do was roll my eyes. I wanted to see him meet a woman and not attempt any sort of flirtation. After everyone got their hellos in, we followed her into one of her back rooms. I stood next to dad as we waited for her to get everything set up. She laid a black tablecloth covered with white symbols across the large wooden table that sat in the middle of the room.

"So what are you doing?" I asked, watching her set up the table complete with candles and a bowl full of random herbs.

"A seance." She replied, as if I was supposed to have known that.

"Wait a minute, you're going to summon this thing? I don't know about any of you, but that don't sound like a very smart idea." Dean said, getting a bit fidgety.

"I've ouija'd my way through quite a few spirits and no one knows who or why it broke you out of hell. So next best thing." Pamela said as she finished setting the table up.

Dean wasn't alone; I wasn't really on board with just summoning whatever this was. Who is to say it wouldn't just kill us all. "Do we have to summon it here?" I asked, staring at the table.

"Don't worry Jenna, we aren't really summoning it, more like peaking at it. Just see what it is that pulled him out, maybe get a few answers." Pamela said as she took a seat. She waved for the rest of us to take a seat as she began mixing all the ingredients for whatever spell she was about to perform and my stomach started to churn as I watched her. This is such a stupid idea.

"Okay, I'm going to need to touch something that the monster touched." Pamela said as she looked at Dean. He seemed hesitant, but proceeded to remove his outer shirt and pull up his sleeve, showing off the hand-print scar that covered his upper arm. When dad said it was something I didn't think he meant like that. Sam seemed just as surprised as I was as Pamela laid her hand on it. She instructed us to take each other's hands and we did so willingly.

I looked over at Dean and even though he held a straight face, I could see he was a bit worried about whatever this thing could be. Pamela closed her eyes and began to chant, telling the creature to show itself to her. Not a few seconds passed when the TV behind Sam turned itself on, nothing played on it but white noise.

One by one, all the radios, and TVs turned on, showing white noise and playing a high pitched static noise that after a minute began to hurt my ears. I gripped dad and Dean's hands tighter, praying that whatever this was wouldn't hurt us. Finally Pamela stopped chanting, looking a bit confused before finally speaking a name. Castiel.

"Castiel?" Dean repeated.

"Do you know it?" I asked, confused. Dean proceeded to shake his head no but his face told me he had heard that name before. Pamela continued to chant and tell Castiel to show itself to her, but whatever it was, it was fighting. The static that was filling the room started to get louder and after a minute, we were all fighting now to cover our ears.

"Don't worry I almost have him." Pamela said, sensing our disconfort. She continued on to command the thing to show itself and as she asked one last time the flames on the candles grew larger until they were almost a foot or two tall.

I freaked out once I felt the heat of the flame, letting go of everyone's hands and scooting back. Once I let go the flames died down, and the static stopped almost instantly. "Sorry." I shrugged, looking at Pamela, who seemed a little irritated.

"Well I'm going to need a minute before I can perform the seance again." She said, eyeing me angrily.

"You want to do it again?" I asked unbelieving. Whatever this thing was warned her to turn back, and here she was ready to face it again. Why not piss off some powerful being, because that would be the smart thing to do, right?

I got up before she could answer me and went into Pamela's living room, trying to clear my head. I didn't want to sit through that again, but what would that say about me if I didn't, that I couldn't handle it.

"You okay?" I heard dad's voice say from behind me.

I turned around with a small smile on my face, giving him a nod. "Yeah, I'm good, it's just really stuffy in there is all." I lied.

"Well, she's ready. We gotta figure out what this thing is. You sittin' in or out?" He asked.

I wanted to say out. Go sit on the porch where it was safe, but I bit back my tongue and followed dad back in the room, taking my former seat between dad and Dean. As Pamela placed her hand back on deans scar, we all took each other's hands once again. Dad gave my hand a little squeeze as if to tell me it was going to be okay, and oh how I wish I could have believed him.

Once again Pamela began chanting, going through the same things as she did once again, and whatever it was fought her once more. "I command you, show me your face." She said. Just as before the flames and the static grew, but I held on this time, not breaking the circle. Suddenly Pamela started to scream and let go of Sam and Dean, using her hands to cover her eyes. The flames and static died as she fell out of her chair and on to the floor.

Dean was at her side in a second, as she began to scream that she couldn't see. Dad told Sam to call an ambulance, and I took a spot behind Dean, looking at Pamela as she moved her hands away. I had to cover my mouth from not screaming at the sight of her. Two black holes sat where her eyes should have been, almost like someone had burnt them out. I had to walk out of the room after a minute; I couldn't look at her anymore. Whatever this Castiel was, it wasn't a creature to be messed with.

It only took 5 minutes for the ambulance to get to Pamela's house and carry her off to the ER. Dad decided to go with her so she wouldn't be alone, and he could be here for her when she woke up. After saying goodbye, he said he would meet us at the motel in a few hours before climbing in his van and following the ambulance.

"You okay kid?" Dean asked as we climbed into his impala.

To say I was okay would have been a lie, how could I be okay after that? The image of Pamela's eyes was forever burnt into my head. I knew she shouldn't have tried to see this guy again, he warned us and we did it anyway.

"Yeah I'm fine. Kind of hungry." I shrugged.

Dean gave me a look that told me he didn't buy it but thankfully, he didn't get into it. "Well we will get something when we get back into town." He said, starting the car, and pulling out of the driveway.

On the way back to Pontiac, I spent the entire time on my phone, looking up everything I could about this Castiel guy. Everything I found I couldn't believe. No matter what website I went to they all had almost the same information. Castiel was an angel. How could he be an angel though? Sure I believed in them, and even prayed to them every night but no one has ever seen one, and on the off chance this was real, what would an angel want with Dean?

When we pulled up to some diner a few miles from the motel, I was so lost into researching Castiel I wouldn't had noticed we even stopped if Dean hadn't knocked on the window. "Don't tell me your busy texting that douche bag." Dean said as he held the door open for me.

"His name is Blake, and he's my boyfriend Dean." I said, rolling my eyes. Dean never liked my boyfriends; he always found something wrong with them, just like dad did. "And I wasn't talking to him anyway. I was researching."

"Researching what?" He asked as we all took a seat at a small table for four that sat in the middle of the restaurant.

"This Castiel guy. Apparently... He's an angel." I said.

Both Sam and Dean looked at me like I was having a mental break down, like it was impossible that I just said the word angel. "Angel? Like halo, wings, the whole nine?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. According to some websites, he's known as the angel of Thursday? He doesn't seem like an important angel or anything, truthfully there's not much on him, if he is an angel, I don't think he is a very big one." I said.

"Well obviously he is if he can burn Pamela's eyes out like its nothing." Sam said.

"We don't know what angels are capable of. If some random angel can do that, imagine what Michael or Gabriel could do. Two big, well known angels." I replied.

"Whoa, you guys don't actually believe this could be an angel do you? I mean come on... That's... That's not possible." Dean said.

Just as I was about to speak, the waitress came and set our food in front of us, seeming to eye Dean up and down before she took a seat at the fourth chair across from me, a smirk forming on her face. "What the hell? You trying to get a better tip sweetheart cause that don't work here." Dean said, getting a bit irritated.

"Oh Dean come on," she said as her eyes flicked to black and back to normal. "I just want to talk."

I looked around the restaurant to see if there were any other demons and two men behind the counter were staring at us, their eyes also changing to black. My heart started to beat faster as I stared into their black eyes. I knew the chance of us fighting off three demons with no weapons and winning wasn't very high.

"Hearts racing a bit there sweetheart. You excited to see us?" The waitress asked looking over at me with a wicked smile. If only I had a gun right about now, I would have loved nothing more than to blow her head right off.

"Hey bitch, you're talking to me." Dean said, getting the demons attention.

"Watch your mouth boy. I can drag you right back into hell, don't test me." She said. "Why don't you just answer a few questions for me. For starters who broke you out?"

"Don't know." Dean shrugged, keeping his face emotionless. I looked at Sam out of the corner of my eye and I could tell he was fighting not to jump out of his seat and rip the demon's head clean off. Dean could obviously sense it as well, raising his hand towards Sam, motioning for him to stay calm. It was surprising these demons didn't know who busted Dean out. If the internet was right, and this Castiel was an angel, did that mean even demons had never seen an angel before?

Dean stood, pulling me from my thoughts as Sam followed his motion. Whatever conversation they were having I guess was done. I stood up after them and waited for someone to make a move, but dean only set some money on the table and took off for the door. I followed behind him, surprised when the demons merely watched as we left.

"Are we just going to let them live?" I asked once we got far enough from the restaurant.

"Three against three with nothing but a knife? Yeah, for now we're going to let them live." Dean replied, stopping next to his car.

I looked over at Sam who seemed like he was doing everything in his power not to charge back into the restaurant and kill those demons. I couldn't blame him, I didn't much like the thought of leaving a bunch of demons walking around.

On the way back to the motel, dad called to tell us he was almost there himself, and Pamela was in stable condition. I could puke just remembering the sight of Pamela's eyes burnt out, and starving to death wasn't helping. Luckily Dean decided to get take out from another burger joint on the way home, so my stomach could stop eating itself. Dad met us at the motel and had already gotten another room by the time we got there. After saying our goodnights, I followed dad to our room next-door, ready to pass out.

"This ain't as easy as you thought it would be, is it?" Dad laughed as I collapsed back on the bed. "And to think, we didn't even hunt anything."

I could tell my dad was enjoying this. "I'm just tired, not dying. I'm always ready for a hunt."

"Ready to get yourself killed is more like it." He snapped back. I propped myself up on my elbows and glared at him as he sat down at the small table in front of the window, pulling my laptop up in front of him.

Dad never let me hunt, he always told me he never wanted that life for me. Always saying that once I got in there was no way out. No real life, no safe place, and no happy endings. Every time I would try to go with Sam and Dean, he would stop me, even if it were something as stupid as a ghost. I would try logic on him, like 'what if I ever need to defend myself' or something along those lines, but he would always tell me that's why he taught me how to shoot, and why he makes learn about all the creatures. It was stupid really, but he was against the hunting life for me.

What he didn't know though, was that I had actually been hunting before. Quite a few times actually. My boyfriend Blake was a hunter, and every time he would get wind of a creature, I would say I was spending the night at a friend's house and go off hunting with him. I knew if he ever found out he would kill me, but how does he expect me to grow up in a hunter family and not be a hunter?

"I can hunt dad. You just never give me the chance." I said, sitting up.

He gave me a look over his shoulder, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Eventually he would have to accept hunting is what I want. "We ain't having this conversation Jenna. When I'm dead, you can hunt."

"I don't get why you're so against it. It's not fair."

"Not fair? Me protecting you ain't fair? Sorry if I don't want to send my daughter down a road of nothing but bloodshed and pain."

"Well it's not your decision," I snapped. "I'm 18 years old, I think I can decide for myself if I want to become a hunter or not."

"I don't care how old you are. You live under my roof, you ain't hunting. End of story."

Just as I was about to say something, I could faintly hear the same static noise as the ones I heard in Pamela's house. I stared at dad and judging by the confused look on his face, he could hear it too. Dad was to his feet in seconds, running out the door and to Dean's room, with me hot on his trail. As dad opened up the door, glass began to shatter down from the ceiling as the mirror that sat up there shattered.

Dad ran into the room, grabbing dean and pulling him out before he could get cut up any worse. Dad yelled at me to get to the van as they came out, and I led the way to the parking lot. After we all climbed in, dad sped off down the road not even looking back.

"Why is this thing so honed on killing you if it took the time to drag your ass out of hell?" Dad asked, looking over at dean who was pulling shards of glass out of his hair.

"Beats the hell out of me."

It was a good question, but maybe we were looking at it all wrong. Why would this guy want to kill dean if he saved him? Most likely, he wouldn't. "Maybe this guy, this thing is just trying to get your attention, maybe he's trying to tell you something." I said.

"Then why doesn't he just do it instead of playing stupid ass games." Dean said.

"He's an angel, who knows. Maybe he can't. Pamela took one look at the guy and her eyes got burned out. Maybe he's talking to you the only way he knows how."

"Wait a minute this thing's an angel?" Dad asked, looking between Dean and I.

"She thinks it is, but I think we all know angels don't exist." Dean said. "Hold on, I gotta figure out where the hell Sam went."

We all fell silent as Dean called his brother. I couldn't help but wonder why everyone was so against the thought of this being an angel, just because they don't believe in them. There are people out there that don't believe in vampires or ghosts, but that doesn't make them any less real.

Once Dean hung up the phone, my dad was quick to ask why he lied to Sam about what had happened, and his answer wasn't that surprising. Sam had seemed very off since we showed up, and now he was out in the middle of the night without so much as a note.

"I hate lying to him alright, stop giving me that look," Dean said as he looked at dad. "Besides, he would just try to stop us."

"Stop us from what?" I asked confused.

"Summoning this thing."

"You're joking." Dad said, glancing at Dean like he was a mad man..

"This thing wants to talk to us right? Well let's do some talking." Dead said.

Dad gave Dean a very disapproving look and shook his head. "I don't know Dean."

"Come on Bobby, this thing is after me right? No matter where I go, it shows up. I've got no place to hide, so it's time we just faced this thing head on."

Dad let out a sigh and shook his head once more. He wasn't for summoning this thing but he also knew it was the only choice we had. So we drove to an abandoned warehouse we found off the highway, and began to prepare for whatever might come. We filled the walls of the small building with every sigil we could find, even a few angel ones. Dean prepared the spell to summon Castiel as dad and I finished up the last of the sigils.

"You got everything?" Dad asked Dean as he walked over to the two tables that sat at the far end of the room.

"Iron, knives, salt, silver. Everything we might need." He replied.

"I doubt you can kill an angel with those." I said.

"We don't know it's an angel," Dean snapped.

"I still think this is a bad idea." Dad sighed.

Dean rolled his eyes, grabbing a shotgun, and gripping it tight in his hands. "I heard you the first fifty times Bobby, just summon this thing okay?"

Dad looked over at me as I picked up a shotgun off the table, giving me a disapproving look. He didn't want me to be here, I knew that, but he didn't have much of a choice now. He lit the match and dropped it into the bowl, chanting the summoning spell.

As if on cue, the wind started to pick up tremendously, almost pulling the metal roof off the building. Dad picked up his shotgun and took a stand in front of me, pushing me back with his hand.

The doors to the warehouse flung open and one by one, the lights began to flicker before they all blew out sending sparks flying everywhere. As my eyes began to adjust to the light change, I could make out a figure walking towards us. Both dad and dean began to open fire, shooting the man until they had no more bullets left, but he kept walking like nothing was even happening.

The man stopped next the table and Dad took a step back as the man looked over at Dean. This must have been Castiel. Whatever this thing was, he looked just like any other human. Dark brown messy hair, bright blue eyes, and a jawline that could have could have cut concrete. He wore a dirty trench coat over a suit and looked like an accountant that just crawled out of a hole. If he was an angel, they looked a lot different than I ever imagined.

"Who are you?" Dean asked, as he pulled out a knife. His knuckles began to turn white from gripping the knife so tight as we all waited for the answer.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."

"Thanks for that." Dean replied as he plunged the knife into Castiel's heart. Without looking down, he grabbed the knife and pulled it out of his chest, dropping it to the floor. Dad took that as his cue to swing his gun, trying to hit the man on the head, but he caught the gun and raised his fingers to dad's head, and dad fell like dumbbell.

I caught dad before he fell, and lowered him the ground in my arms. "Don't you dare touch her." I heard Dean yell. I looked up from dad and Castiel's hand was stopped two inches from my head.

"I need to speak with you. Alone," He said, removing his hand and standing up straight.

"Whatever you have to say to me you can say to her."

"What the hell did you do to my dad?" I asked..

He looked down at me and tilted his head, looking my dad up down. "He's fine. He's only asleep."

"So you're Castiel huh?" Dean asked, "What the hell are you?"

"I'm an angel of the lord." He said simply.

Dean looked over at me and I couldn't help the 'I told you so' look that splashed across my face. As I looked back over at Castiel, I couldn't help but wonder how an angel could look so much like a human.

"If you're an angel, where are your wings?" I asked. He squinted his eyes at me as lightning began to flash and on the wall behind Castiel, large shadowy wings appeared, stretching almost the full length of the wall. I couldn't help but gape at the sight of them, they almost seemed too big to fit his body. After another flash, the lightning stopped, and the wings disappeared along with them.

"Yeah well what kind of angel are you, burning out Pamela's eyes. Why did she deserve that?" I asked, getting angry. It wasn't a joke anymore, this really was an angel, and last time I checked angels didn't go around hurting people.

"I advised her not to look at my true form," He said, "It can be overwhelming for some humans, so can my real voice but you already know that."

"So all that static... that was you talking?" Dean asked.

"Yes, I thought maybe you would be able to hear my true voice, but I was mistaken."

"So why did you do it huh? Why'd you drag me out of hell?" Dean asked.

"Because we have work for you Dean. Because you are far more important than I think you realize."