It was always about the cases. Hunting things, saving people, the family business…that was practically their motto. Never had they really knew how many times they'd die and come back to learn about the severe cost it would bring upon them. Time and time again, the Winchesters and Castiel would fight evil and occasionally team up with lesser evils to do a greater good.
There was one angel that was considered the most beloved out of them all that the brothers would ever encounter, but also the most loved by Castiel as well.
Her name is Cassiel, the archangel of God, guardian of the seventh heaven, ruler over Saturday and the planet Saturn, the north, and the moon. Cassiel is the angel of temperance, tears, and solitude, the only angel that seemed to be the only other good one left…
After the fall that Metatron bestowed upon all of the angels, Cassiel wandered the earth in her own form, not that of a possessed body. Being that powerful, she wandered aimlessly letting her siblings fight their fights since their demise and embracing the unholiness of the earth.
One day she heard a call of a prayer, a voice of a desperate man. "Oh God, please let this work…" The voice was male, white, mid-twenties early thirties, in pain. "C'mon Crowley where the hell are you?" The voice continued in its desperation, this gave Cassiel the impression that the rumors in the angel radio were true: Metatron was imprisoned, heaven was trying to regain structure, and Dean Winchester was dead.
This gave Cassiel the wisdom to comfort the broken brother, and in doing so, immediately she teleported to Kansas, where she now stood outside an old looking bunker, with a hidden black Chevy Impala parked by it. Cassiel wandered over to the large door, and simply knocked. For some reason, she couldn't enter, meaning that the humans-who were supposed to trust their protectors, the angels-but alas, they blocked her out.
The resounding knock made the door open to a tall desperate man who simply prayed in his head, but she heard it, though he thought she was like him.
"Who are you?" He inquired suspiciously. This was unorthodox, according to the stories she'd listen to in her head from the various angels, he was supposed to be suspicious. Cassiel guessed that he was that desperate to have his brother back.
"I am Cassiel, an Angel of the Lord. I heard your prayer…" Cassiel said quietly.
There was a pause and slight confusion on his face, "Your name is Cassiel?" He repeated disbelieving it.
"I'm not allowed to lie." She said standing there awkwardly. Sam Winchester looked at her curiously, "You're sure that's your name?"
"I came to offer you peace of mind, but you are suspicious of me? The rumors are true then." Cassiel mused to herself.
Sam looked at her now standing outside with her in the forest surroundings of the hidden and secluded safe place. He closed the door locking it.
"What rumors?" He interrogated. Clearly he didn't trust her.
"The rumor that your brother let Gadreel in in the guise of Ezekiel." Cassiel looked plainly at him, curious of his attitude towards her. So, she continued to try and comfort him in his loss, "I know you don't trust me-"
"You're right I don't." Sam said quickly.
"But you can do your tests that you hunters do. I know that will bring you some sanity, but I honestly did come to tell you comfort in your loss. I have nothing to gain, so I will help you and then leave." Cassiel offered. She stuck out her arm, bare and palm up.
Sam gave her a strange look, which she simply said, "There's no point in wasting my time with a human who'd rather trust a demon than an angel." Turning to walk, she mumbled to herself, "The older days were simpler…"
Sighing and walking off, Sam realized when he overheard her he knew exactly what she was talking about. Curiosity though got the better of him in spite of his lack of trust. Clearly she was willing to help him, but he was cautious.
"Wait! I'll test your arm." Sam blurted to the figure of a woman who stood about five feet away now.
"All right Sam. I trust you." Cassiel said, barely blinking her dark brown eyes.
That caught him off guard, "You trust me, though I don't return it?"
"Yes. Even if you were to try and hurt me-which you can't-I know it's because you know not what you do. How can I blame that? I can't hurt you or I break father's heart. I love him too much to do that. I want him to love me, not be angry with me hurting one of his children." Cassiel summed up her pseudo-pacifism laced with a fighter/warrior spirit.
Sam was initially surprised, either she was great at lying, or she was different from the other angels. "Ok, just give me your arm. It'll hurt a little."
Cassiel came close to Sam, with her palms up, he grabbed her arms gently, taking an angel blade and running it across the forearm. Cassiel winced at this, "Does it have to be deep?" Tears brimmed her eyes from the physical pain she's never known before.
"I'm sorry. I sometimes cut too deep." She looked at him as if saying that's all? But the momentary glow assured Sam that she was definitely an angel, but if she was a benevolent one and honest of her namesake, he didn't know. She looked at him though.
"You still don't trust me?" She curiously cocked her head at him. He looked at this twenty-something lady with clothes of a homeless person, and the hair of a raven's wing.
"I'm sorry; I don't have the luxury of that." Sam said. Disappointed she replied, "Then I will be on my way, clearly I can't give liberties to those who don't want it. You have my blessings." Cassiel was clutching her right arm, close to her waist, and walking off. Sam was intrigued but cautious still, "You can stay here if you need to."
"Why? Metatron's caged. I'm the only archangel left; I should probably do my duty." Cassiel said reluctantly.
Sam raised an eyebrow, "Archangel? I thought that they were all dead."
"No. Sometimes when I'm here in this plane it feels it." Cassiel said, wandering off. Sam caught up with her, "At least stay the night, so you can me Cass."
Cassiel raised her eyebrow, "So that story is also true, my brother is here with you? Can I see him?" Sam said, "I'll take you to him, but can I ask you something?"
"Yes."
"Can you bring my brother back?" Sam said his eyes red with pain.
"I'm not allowed."
"Michael brought people back before." Sam argued.
Cassiel then suddenly went passionate getting up in Sam's face, "He has been twisted by our other brother. You DARE compare me to him?! He brought back an innocent boy from heaven for his own gain and then YOU allowed YOUR brother to be POSSESSED by MY BROTHER and get left to REMAIN in the PIT with both of my brothers' true forms and your brother's soul!" Cassiel got up to him close and personal, clutching her arm, but she was only able to look at his chest since she wasn't that tall.
Sam kept the blade close to her waist which allowed her side to be pricked by the tip of the blade; she didn't care, but that unnerved Sam to see an angel not threatened by death of the angel blade.
"I meant no offense." Sam said breathlessly.
Cassiel calmed down, "My apologies. My siblings have not acted angelically. Forgive the outburst, I've never been in human form this long before. Father usually doesn't allow us to remain in your home for too long."
Sam looked at her, "Come inside, we'll talk." Cassiel nodded tiredly, "Very well."
The two went inside the bunker and remained in the safe walls. The air was quiet, still. Sam then asked her about her physical form, her archangel status, and her name; all she explained to him.
"I haven't seen Cass in a while. I've tried calling him, but instead you showed up. Did you hear him?" Sam looked at this intelligent angel with interest. Cassiel shook her head, "I haven't heard from him. We both are without him."
Suddenly to the pair's surprise, Castiel popped in the room. Immediately eyed Cassiel, "Who are you?"
Cassiel looked to him, "Brother do you not know me? How can in this visage not recognize the sister of your namesake?"
The strangest occurrence happened that Sam witnessed. Castiel rushed over and embraced his sister. She stood there robotically awkward and said, "What is this motion?"
"It's called a hug, you put your arms around me and we hold each other for at least thirty seconds until we let go." Castiel explained. Cassiel looked surprised, but did the courtesy.
Cassiel looked curiously at the two men before her, while Castiel said to Sam, "This is Cassiel, my older sister…though she looks younger than I." Sam learned that she told that truth, but didn't trust her though the two angels trusted each other and Sam.
Breaking the awkward silence of the three, Sam then said, "Ok, so you both have similar names, we call Castiel Cass for short, but what do we call you to prevent confusion?" Sam and Castiel looked at her. She returned the stare replying, "I suppose Saraphina could work to your need of ease."
Castiel shrugged with an ok, but Sam said, "That's a start but let's try something shorter, like Sara."
Cassiel bowed her head to Sam, "Then you have dubbed me as such." Together the three went with Sam heading wordlessly to Dean's room for the angels followed the mourning brother, where they all knew that Dean is dead, they knew they had to comfort him, but it was thought to be pointless, but necessary. What happened next though shocked the three from what they had originally expected.
