Summary: Dean Winchester never let himself fall in love, and he didn't ever think he would. During the Apocalypse, when Castiel brings one of his wounded sisters to the Winchesters, Dean finds himself falling deeply in love with her. Can he keep his love secret? PLEASE R&R!

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A/N: Okay, I'm republishing this one, because I want to give it another try. I hope you enjoy it! xxx

Don't Let Me Fall in Love

Chapter One: Wasted and Wounded

Dean appreciated any time he got the chance to sleep. If either he or Sam got any rest at all during this time, it was a blessing to them. But tonight, their treasured necessity was to be interrupted. A flutter of wings sounded and Dean shot up in bed, turning the lamp by his bed on and waking Sam too.

"Dean, what the fuck?" Sam asked, stirring and wiping his eyes.

Dean looked before him to see Castiel holding the body of a brunette with long wavy hair, pale skin and a small frame, the angel looking really concerned at the face of the woman in his arms.

"Cas?" Dean asked, "Cas what's wrong?"

"Help me," Castiel breathed, looking to the Winchesters with begging eyes, "Please!"

Dean climbed out of bed and let Castiel lay the girl on it, Dean going to have a look.

"Who is she, Cas?" Sam asked as he moved around trying to find the first aid kit.

"My younger sister…" Castiel said, both Winchesters looking up in shock, "This is Sarakiel…"

"Okay, what happened to her?" Dean asked, Castiel sitting by his sister's side and taking her small hand in his own.

"She was fighting demons alone. None of our siblings would answer the call and she was left to fight by herself," Castiel said, "Had I not gotten there when I did…"

He trailed off and Dean put a comforting hand on the angel's back. He understood what it was like to be in Castiel's position right now. He'd been like it with his dad and with Sam, so he knew what the angel was going through. So did Sam.

"She's not healing by herself." Castiel told them, "That's not normal for her; she's usually an incredibly quick healer."

The wounds were pretty gross in places. The vessel she wore was dressed in a pair of jeans and a thin pink sweater, the blood seeping through the fabric of both garments as she bled from various places on her body.

"I'd heal her but it took a lot of my Grace fighting those demons and getting her to you safely…you're the only ones I can trust…" Castiel admitted.

As an attempt to get Castiel thinking of other things, Sam began asking things about Sarakiel while Dean patched her up.

"So what's Sarakiel's job in Heaven, Cas? What is she the angel of?"

"She is in charge of the ministering angels," Castiel replied, not taking his eyes from his sister's ever paling form, "She basically distributes angels of comfort, guidance and wisdom all over Earth and gives their orders."

"So if someone prayed for guidance towards a change in their life, she'd send an angel to answer the call?" Sam asked, Castiel nodding in response.

The questioning was cut off by a gentle groan, the soft, sweet voice of Sarakiel drifting through the room.

"Sarakiel?" Castiel asked, cupping his sister's unmarked cheek tenderly, "It's Castiel…can you open your eyes?"

The angel in Dean's bed stirred, mumbling Castiel's name and trying to open her eyes. She grimaced in pain, turning her head towards her brother's voice and opening her eyes slowly. Dean saw the absolutely beautiful shade of hazel that they were and gasped. He would never forget those eyes, like Castiel's. She looked at her brother, tears forming in those eyes as she felt pain running through her angelic Grace.

"Castiel…" She whispered, "You…you s-saved me…"

"I wouldn't leave you like that, not in a millennia, Sarakiel…" Castiel promised, grimacing as her eyes closed and a tear ran down her face, "Oh, my poor sister…"

As Sarakiel drifted into unconsciousness again, Castiel never let go of her hand. He stayed by her side and stroked her face tenderly, running a hand through her thick, light brown hair and pressing kisses to her forehead every so often.

Dean and Sam kept trying to coax Sarakiel awake but this was taking longer than anticipated. The older Winchester just couldn't stop thinking of those eyes. He'd never seen a shade of hazel like it, but there was something just so beautiful about them. Yeah, he thought they were beautiful.

Sarakiel lay still, and Castiel and the Winchesters could only hope and pray she'd wake up soon.

-TBC-