Chapter 2

As the revelation came to pass, Dean's eyes widened as he instantly recalled that first terrifying and exhilarating experience he felt when he first picked up Alistair's blade. Not only did he torture a young innocent woman – who to him was bad enough, he tortured an Angel...


Spine chilling screams could be heard through every blood covered wall of the chamber; echoing amongst the hollowness when torturers would go that little bit deeper into their work. The chamber was small, dark and horrifying in every way, there were no windows just dim lights that flickered on and off permanently. The smell of death and blood lurked in every area of the chamber - There wasn't a cleaning team in hell so the remains of torture victims weren't cleaned up, they were left there to rot and give off an ever so frightening and disgusting essence for the next victim.

Dean remained deadly still in his newly allocated chamber watching as the rigid wooden rack just in front of him gradually turned, carrying an endless supply of petrified souls; all ready and prepared to be tortured. The screeching sound of the wood grinding against each other, raising all of the hairs on his arm.

He reflected for a moment on the day before where it was him who was suspended on the rack, being held by two thick hooks that were attached to a solid metal chain; each hook piercing through his left and right shoulder only to return to reality and realise that his weakness had caused him to stand on the opposite side to stare at the blood covered, sweaty and terrified souls that hung helplessly where he once did.

The door to the chamber opened and an eagerly smug Alistair walked in rubbing his hands together.

"Why good morning Dean, how are we?" Alistair asked; an evil smirk crossing his face.

"Peachy" Dean replied sarcastically; his stomach twisting inside of him as his conscience screamed for him to stop – to just refuse whatever Alistair has planned for him.

"Excellent...I have a special gift for your first day, Shall we get started?" Alistair asked as he walked towards the rack.

"I suppose we better" Dean responded knowing if he refused anything he would just be thrown back on it himself.

"This Dean is how you get the rack to stop..." Alistair demonstrated as Dean watched him pull a rusty old leaver.

As the leaver was pulled down; the rack shuddered causing many people to cry out as the hooks holding them tugged on the bare muscle and bone they were tightened to. Coming to a halt the rack stopped, Dean couldn't help but look away at the soul that was suspended centrally to him from the rack, hearing her whimper pulled harshly on his heart strings.

"Dean..." Alistair said sternly watching as Dean slowly turned back to face him. His expression showing a number of emotions: anger and hatred for Alistair personally and regret for breaking so soon.

"This is how you remove a piece of meat from the rack..." Dean focused more on Alistair pushing a small red button rather than the woman that hung helplessly. As the button was pushed; the hooks that held the woman instantly released causing blood to spray across the room; her cries from the feeling of them being ripped roughly out of her frame instantly echoing through his mind.

No longer having any support the body fell floppily forward onto a metal table that was positioned suitably distanced in front of the rack, even the sound of her body impacting against the hard metal made Dean cringe inside. Pushing a small black button, Alistair restarted the rack so that it would continue to turn the many souls it held into the different chambers where many of his blooming torturers would be waiting for them.

"Don't be shy Dean, we all have to learn sometime" Alistair smirked as he casually walked up to the table.

Dean remained still, his legs stiff - not wanting to move from the spot he was standing in. He watched as Alistair roughly grabbed and turned the woman over, laying her across the table so all of her body parts were spread evenly before using the wrist and ankle metal chains to restrain her.

"Ready?" Alistair asked glancing up at Dean.

Dean was silent but nodded hesitantly; beginning to curse at himself over and over for agreeing to Alistair's terms.

"You aren't going to cut deep enough from over there Dean..."

Taking the sarcastic hint; Dean slowly found the strength to step forward – each step closer to the table intensifying the shakes he could feel emerge in his legs. Stopping at the table Dean had positioned himself next to a smaller table that was covered in a darkened sheet – it didn't take a genius for him to work out what was hidden beneath...

"Much better" Alistair started as he pointed at the smaller table "You will begin with these..."

Warily Dean turned his head and raised his shaking hand to pull the sheet from the table to find a tray filled with multiple tools and blades sorted by their size and intense-pain rating. As he glanced and analysed each one; he began to feel his insides start to churn. Little by little he could feel the apprehension increase as sweat started to drip from his forehead.

Hearing the woman moan slightly; Dean turned his head to find that she was slowly coming out of her unconscious state that she had fallen into when her head impacted against the metal. He watched as she gradually opened her eyes to feel herself tightened against something different to the rack she normally was positioned against. A worried expression appeared on her face as she tried to forcefully pull her arms and legs from the constraints.

"My dear, I don't think you will be going anywhere anytime soon...so...you might as well stop straining yourself too early on..." Alistair advised quietly as she rested uncomfortably against the cold metal behind her.

As her vision cleared and she looked up at the man that stood above her; their eyes met and Dean noticed her eyes widen as he looked quickly away. He didn't know if he could do this? Inflict pain on another soul – He was a hunter, sworn to hunt the Supernatural and save people – not become the one thing they would end up being petrified of.

"No..." Dean heard her whisper but decided to ignore her; to him it was easier to block all that he could out of his already conflicted mind.

"To get you grasshopper used to the tools, we will start with a basic practice session" Alistair counselled.

Dean nodded as his eyes continued to stare at the tools to the side of him. How could he possibly do this?

"Dean..." He heard her say softly; his eyes widened - he didn't understand how anyone could possibly know him in the depths of hell – down here he was alone and without any alliances.

"That's what we want her to scream later" Alistair smirked as he glanced evilly down at her.

Dean watched as she lifted her eyes to meet Alistair's only to return the glare that he was giving.

"Shall we begin Dean?" Alistair asked eagerly as he walked round to where Dean was standing, obviously wanting to get this show on the road.

Dean barely nodded his head as he observed Alistair pick the first blade up; it was small, with a jagged cutting edge design.

"This is one of the easier tools to use..." Alistair explained as he balanced the blade just above her arm "We call this the skin peeler...but you know all too well of how this feels" Curving his hand; he dipped the blade forcefully into her arm.

Watching as Alistair inflicted pain on another only reminded Dean of what he had to endure over and over for thirty years; he remembered everything, every poke and prod - every scream... As his own memories consumed him and he had no choice but to watch the sight in front of him; he could feel the uncontrollable sweat on his palms and the sickness emerge in the pit of his stomach. Over and over he argued with himself; shouting inside that he chose to do this and he can do it, he has to do it.

Slowly and maliciously Alistair removed the top layer of skin with the peeler causing blood to ooze and drip from the wound. Tears fell from her eyes as she moaned through her tightly clenched jaw. Dean watched as she clenched her fists underneath the restraints as she turned her head away, trying to desperately escape looking at what was being inflicted upon her.

"Here, you try it..." Alistair said forcefully holding the blade out for him to take; he could see that Dean was hesitant and he continued to push through those unwanted and unhelpful human feelings.

In that moment, Dean's eyes flickered to the quivering woman that lay beneath him, his stomach turning violently as her teary pleading eyes had instantly turned back and looked up at him.

"Dean, don't..." She pleaded as she watched Dean slowly take the blade from Alistair; his puzzled eyes still looking into her bright blue ones trying to figure out how and where she could possibly know him from.

"Dean please you will regret this, your actions will have consequences" She said as she continued to fight for his attention.

Trying to block her words from his mind, Dean slowly felt the pressure build within him as he tightened his grip around the tool. He knew he had no choice but to hurt her, he just didn't know if he could...

"One swipe is all it takes Dean...to get this little bitch to shut up" Alistair pushed as he glared at the woman. Battling with his conscience; Dean gritted his teeth together so hard that he could feel his head begin to ache.

"Dean you have to listen to me" She said raising her head from the table ignoring Alistair's menacing stare "You do this and you will break the..." She tried to continue when Alistair stepped forward delivering a hard knuckled punch across her delicate cheek. The force of the blow causing her head to crack back against the table; feeling her head impact against the metal she cursed at the pain as blood slowly ran across the table.

"Well if you won't shut the bitch up, I will" Alistair said angrily as he positioned a restraint around her neck, pulling it so tight that she could barely talk or even breathe.

"You will do this Dean or if you preferred where you used to be, I'm sure your space on the rack is still warm and waiting for you" Alistair's eyes glared into Deans, beginning to feel frustrated at his continuing resistance.

Alistair's words circled Dean's mind causing his heart to beat fast in his chest as the fear settled in the pit of his stomach. More than anything, Dean refused to go back on the rack and experience the thirty years of torture all over again.

"Dean...Please" The woman barely said due to the constraints being too tight around her throat. She watched anxiously as he moved the blade towards her. Feeling his adrenaline pump hard inside of him, Dean watched his hand start to tremble; taking a deep breath and focusing his stern glance downwards, he rested the blade on her lower stomach.

Clenching his jaw he shifted his eyes to her as he pushed the blade slowly into her skin. He listened to her cry and attempt to scream at the unbearable pain of someone slicing into her...god knows he remembered the sound all too well.

Beneath his hand that held the tool, Dean could feel the softness of her skin against his fingertip and how smoothly the blade pierced deeply into her. Blood spurted from the wound; spraying across the blade and his fingertips. As he hurt her like Alistair hurt him, he felt as she tried to fight against the constraints that held her – trying to literally tear her body free.

Pulling his hand upwards Dean peeled back a thicker layer than what Alistair had uncovered. Stepping back, he watched as the blood flowed from the wound whilst she shook violently beneath him; Dean instantly felt sickened by what he had done as he pulled the blade back towards him.

To his surprise, her teary and fearful eyes looked up into his apologetic ones as he glanced down at her. Her expression confused him; as she gradually calmed the shakes she shook her head in what looked like disappointment as the tears continued to fall from her eyes.

"Not bad for a first attempt" Alistair said observing the wound "You are going to be a natural I can tell"

Dean nodded; still refusing to say anything. Even if he wanted to, what could he possibly say?

Trying to calm his adrenaline, Dean watched as Alistair took the skin peeler from him and turned to select another.

"This Dean is one of my personal favourites..." Alistair smiled as he picked up one of the tools from the middle of the tray; it closely resembled a bottle opener but with the blade being much thicker and the edges a lot sharper "This is the Organ Opener" He explained as he set the tool back down on the table before picking up a small scalpel.

"Now for this to work effectively, you will need to open up the meat" Alistair begun. Dean watched uneasily as the woman watched Alistair move the scalpel towards her. Alistair's grim smile couldn't get any larger as the woman pleaded for him to stop, as he grew closer to her sweat dripped freely from her naked frame. Feeling the tip of the blade touch her stomach, her eyes widened as she felt and heard the scalpel be roughly inserted into her stomach.

Dean felt his fists clench tightly together at his sides as he horrifyingly watched Alistair slowly and deeply cut a straight line from the top of the woman's stomach to the bottom; the sound of Alistair carving into her echoed through his mind only to be muffled by the sound of the woman's screams reverberating against the chamber walls. Blood gushed violently from the wound as it ran across the table; dripping freely down the sides and to the ground. The woman trembled as she incessantly dry heaved from the shock; slowly the brightness in her blue eyes began to disappear as they suddenly glazed over at what she was experiencing. Feeling the sickness start to rise in his throat; Dean watched as Alistair peeled back the woman's skin revealing the numerous organs that lay beneath.

The smell of her blood and insides filled the room causing Dean to raise his hand and cover his mouth, stopping himself from hurling right there next to the table. Part of him didn't want to look at her but something else inside of him was intrigued to find how she was coping with what was being inflicted on her – He only remembered being on the side she was, he couldn't help but want to know what the mirrored image looked like . As he momentarily looked at her, he found she wasn't dead but remained scarily motionless as the tears slowly fell, it was as if she had fallen into a very severe state of shock.

"What do you think I am going to ask you to do?" Alistair asked ignoring Dean's reaction to his methods, he was confident that he would be able to force Dean past his initial responses.

As Alistair turned to pick the tool up, Dean closed his eyes for a second; utterly disgusted by what he had done and was about to do. Turning back to him; Alistair forcefully put the tool in Dean's hand as his evil eyes glared at him; pushing him.

"You can open whatever you like..." Alistair smirked as he glanced at the glorious sight in front of him; almost excited by what he was looking at.

Shaking the annoyingly conscience thoughts from his mind; Dean had no choice but to finish the task at hand, after all that was what he was always good at before being cast down into hell. Clutching the tool; Dean moved forward positioning the blade just on the surface of her liver that was clearly visible from the cut. Using the small lever Dean began to turn it; as he drilled, she cried out softly pleading for him to stop but he didn't listen, he ignored her and continued to drill. Blood and liquid spewed from the liver, splattering across Dean's hands and arms as he turned the tool; shockingly to him, as he pushed into her and through all of his self doubt and guilt he began to enjoy the feeling of dealing out his own fair share of pain, the sound of her voice pleading for him to stop and the feeling of being powerful and in complete control.

Alistair smiled as he remained quiet; observing the wonderful mess that his newest student was making and ecstatic that after all of the years of the plan being in motion, the first seal had finally been broken. From behind, Alistair watched as Dean took it upon himself to use many of the other tools that were available to him whilst using his own hunting initiative that he knew if used correctly would inflict more pain. Continuing to use the tools; Dean was surprised at how quick the desire to hurt and cause pain consumed him as he opened himself up and relaxed into it; a therapeutic release at last that would help him deal with the hurt, anger and disappointment he constantly felt.

"You grasshopper make me a very proud tutor" Alistair begun "I will leave you to umm...finish" Slowly he strolled back across the chamber to the door on the opposite side. Peering up Dean watched as Alistair passed him one final victorious smirk before turning and walking out.

Gazing down at the woman that lay beneath him; he noticed her eyes that were once bright blue had glazed over completely as he had continued to flay her flesh away. She was barely alive as her insides lay on the table around her but Dean couldn't help but have the desire to hurt her that little bit more with a new technique that had instantly emerged in his mind as he looked over at the tool tray.

"Alone at last" Dean smirked as he picked up the Skin Peeler.

She lay there motionless as he took the time to peel the remaining skin from her bit by bit; as he watched and felt himself hurt her, his spirits darkened inside and slowly he could feel his soul start to whittle away – but what did he care? He could either be tortured or be the one to torture...after all he was down here for the rest of his existence, right?


"The girl I tortured..." Dean started; the same sickening feeling returning "You're honestly telling me that, that was the Angel we met tonight?" Dean asked still finding it hard to compare the two.

Castiel nodded regrettably "The same Angel, just human and in a different form"

Reliving the memory that replayed in his mind over and over; Dean began to remember the cryptic warnings that the woman was trying to give him before he shedded the first drop of her blood.

"That's a very big coincidence don't you think...her ending up down there with me?"

"If Sarah is stronger than an Archangel, how did Zachariah cast her into hell?" Sam interrupted.

"Zachariah chose his moment well; Sarah was injured from battle, she did not have the strength to battle against both the forces of heaven and hell that were working together to get her cast down" Castiel responded turning to look at him.

"I still don't understand why she was cast down in the first place..." Sam replied, shocked at the way in which Angels will act against each other.

"Basically so she was out of the way" Castiel started glancing between Sam and Dean "So they could complete the plan"

From out of the corner of his eye, Castiel noticed Dean shake his head; frustrated by the newest revelation.

"Okay, so I know how I got out" Dean started "How did she?"

"Sarah is of vital importance to heaven; when her blood was shed and the first seal was opened, Zachariah believed she had leant her lesson and knew all too well that she would be needed when all of the seals had been broken"

"So important they had her cast down into hell?" Sam asked passing Castiel a puzzled look.

Castiel turned and looked at him "People misunderstand Angels Sam; we are not the stereotypes they make us out to be, we are cold and we are heartless, we will stop at nothing to accomplish our own gain"

"Sarah didn't seem so cold and heartless when she answered Dean's call or when she healed me" Sam debated; still trying to hold onto the remaining faith that some of the Angels were good rather than evil.

Castiel paused and looked at him as if he were remembering a time that he and Sarah were together "Sarah is the exception to the rule; with her level in the hierarchy she can choose whether to have faith or not, she can learn to feel what us other Angels cannot"

"I'm guessing Anna was an exception to the rule also?" Dean asked; remembering the night they spent together in the back of his Imparla.

"No Anna was not, she could feel emotions because she had no faith; if you had noticed, since she had her faith back she was not completely sympathetic to you or Sam..."

"So Sarah can feel emotions, like a normal human with her faith still intact?" Sam asked.

Castiel nodded "With time and enough practice Sarah could learn from humanity...she just chooses not to"

"She doesn't feel at the moment?" Dean asked confusingly "She seemed pretty genuine earlier"

"Sarah knows the basics of how to act, she is very guarded; I know only of one Angel that almost got close to her..." Castiel paused in his trail of thought "But that did not end well and ever since, her guard has never been broken and so she never has truly opened up to all of the emotions and feelings she could learn from humanity".

Both Sam and Dean nodded, still intrigued by the mysterious and beautiful Angel they had seen that night.


"So how'd she get out?" Dean asked as him, Castiel and Sam walked into the lounge area of the house.

"As I lay siege for you with Uriel; Muriel and Nathaniel set siege for Sarah"

"So what, you all just strolled in the door to hell?" Dean asked finding the imagery very amusing.

Castiel nodded "Uriel and I were sent first; getting you out of hell was the first priority, as we fought to get to you Lilith began breaking the seals one by one and a second order was sent out"

"For Sarah to be saved?" Dean asked as he sat down in one of Bobby's arm chairs.

"When the order was released, Muriel and Nathaniel appeared in hell along with Uriel and me"

"Oh I bet Alistair loved that" Sam joked as he sat opposite Dean.

"In the beginning when negotiations were made; Alistair was more than happy to have a stripped Angel on his rack..."

"Wait, Alistair knew from the beginning...who and what Sarah was?" Dean asked.

Castiel nodded cautiously "But when we demanded she be released, he was not pleased and Muriel and Nathaniel had to battle against the many minions that were guarding her"

As Sam and Castiel continued to talk about the way in which they battled to free Dean and Sarah from hell; Dean sat quietly in the chair slowly thinking over all that had been explained to him. As each of the pieces gradually came together; Dean couldn't prevent the surprising eye-opening thought that had suddenly entered his mind.

"So cutting out everything; Sarah, an Angel I had never met before ended up being cast down into hell for trying to help me, me?" Dean asked as he looked up at Castiel.

Castiel nodded "Sarah was dedicated to being there for you Dean, even before your fates were entwined; that is all her devotion ever was, to save you and to prevent the apocalypse"

Dean fell quiet; bewildered by the new revelation that an Angel without any hidden ulterior motives had been watching over him all along. From the chair; Sam looked up at Castiel, who had leant against one of the numerous bookcases that filled the lounge, still curious of the subject.

"So once she was released, what did Zachariah do with her? He couldn't have been pleased..." Sam asked.

"No, he was not forgiving at all, when Sarah was brought back up to heaven she remained in a locked down facility for as long as Zachariah saw fit"

"Kind of like the prison Anna mentioned?"

"Similar yes but the security would have been a lot more advanced; holding a Seraphim Angel is a very hard and time consuming process"

"So when she was back in heaven she regained all of her strength and powers?"

Castiel nodded "Being as important as she is, Sarah only has to visit heaven for a second and she would instantly be reunited with all of her original strength and power"

"How'd she get out of the facility?" Sam continued to ask as he watched Dean shake his head; obviously finding it all a bit too much right now. Standing from the chair, he walked into the kitchen.

"When Sarah was kept in the facility" Castiel begun sitting in the chair that Dean had just freed up "Zachariah attempted to sway her mind by ordering that Angels Uzziel and Haniel question and train her...playing along with their mind games, Sarah began to act in the way that they wanted her to...cutting a long story, after believing she was healed Zachariah had her released..."

Sam nodded as Dean appeared back in the room holding two bottles of beer.

"So once she was released, she what, came back to Earth?" Dean asked as he handed a beer to Sam.

"Not directly after, when she was released; Sarah visited a specialist and had her wings visibly coated"

Dean passed Castiel a questionable look "Wings coated?"

Castiel nodded "Yes, all of the Archangels and Seraphim Angels have their wings tagged so that heaven can locate them as soon as god orders...it is a very excruciating feeling for an Angel but Sarah had her tags removed from each wing and had them coated so that she could not be found..."

"Going on an assumption here...I would have thought that only having two wings would make the process quicker and not as painful?" Sam asked finding it hard to picture such an event happening.

"For an Angel like me yes but being a Seraphim Angel, Sarah has six"

Castiel watched the expressions that appeared on both of the brother's faces.

"She has six wings...does that make her like superwoman fast?" Dean asked jokingly as he took a swig of his beer.

Smirking at his comment; Sam shook his head "But she did eventually come back down to Earth?"

"Yes, Sarah had one goal when she landed back on Earth and that was to find you Dean" Castiel started as he glanced up at Dean who now leant against the kitchen doorframe "To warn you about being Michael's vessel..."

"But we found that out months ago, why has she only come to talk to me now?"

Castiel huffed as if at his own actions "She tried Dean but with Uriel and I guarding you, she could not get close enough without us raising the alarm"

Dean smirked "I can't say I'm not glad that you've come round to the way we think and do things...better late than never I suppose"

"So what has she been doing since?" Sam asked as he took another sip of his beer.

"I assume that she has been keeping a watchful eye over the two of you; studying everything and waiting for the right moment to make her presence known" Castiel replied noticing the confused expressions remain "How do you think you two ended up on that plane after Lucifer was raised? Or how Sam was miraculously healed from the blood thirst the first time round?"

"I thought Raphael said that was Lucifer?" Dean asked remembering his and Castiel's confrontation with the overbearing and headstrong Archangel.

"I to held that assumption Dean, but inside I could feel her energy; her power is that unique that her essence lingers after she uses the gifts she has" Castiel replied seeing a smirk appear on Dean's face.

"That doesn't sound vaguely naughty at all" Dean joked "So she's really been watching over us ever since this so called plan began?"

Castiel nodded "Although there have been failures; that is all she has ever been doing, she is very connected to the plan itself and therefore is connected to all that happens" He paused shifting uncomfortably, already knowing he may have told the brothers too much.

Sam tilted his head to the side, his eyes questioning the expression on Castiel's face "What aren't you telling us?"

Hearing his brothers question; Dean turned his head and looked curiously at Castiel.

"Have I not explained enough to you?" Castiel asked beginning to protect the secret he was hiding.

"You have and we appreciate that but if there's something else we need to know, then we should know..." Sam replied.

Castiel paused and looked away from the brother's "I cannot..."

"You cannot what Cas?" Dean asked passing him a puzzled look, seeing the strain appear on Castiel's face.

Castiel looked round and up at Dean "Apologies but I cannot continue in this conversation, I cannot risk revealing her true identity to you, I am forbidden to do so..."

Sam passed him a confused look "What's more real than Sarah the Seraphim Angel?"

Castiel huffed as he tried to evade the subject that was so obviously becoming an area of discussion.

Both Sam and Dean glanced at each other; their expressions confused as to why he was hiding something from them after everything they had all been through together.

"Who is she Cas?" Sam asked softly, trying to control the impatience he was beginning to feel.

Castiel remained quiet but stood from the chair; walking slowly over to the window before peering out into the night.

"Cas...in case you haven't noticed, you aren't up there anymore...you aren't forbidden to do anything" Dean said; his voice sounding a little agitated.

Castiel turned slowly and looked at the human he sympathised and had become close friends with.

"Who is she?"

Castiel lifted his eyes to the ceiling apologetically before looking back at Dean knowing he couldn't lie to him.

"Sarah's true identity is Sahariel...and she is the sister of...Michael and Lucifer..."

Dean tilted his head "Michael and Lucifers sister?" He asked, completely thrown by the answer he had recieved.

Sam's eyes widened as he looked at Castiel "That can't be, there's no mention of her anywhere..."

Castiel nodded "It was the wishes of heaven for their daughter to remain hidden from man...she is the youngest of the family and the brothers know nothing of her being cast into hell"

Sam scoffed at his comment "Like they would even care"

Castiel passed him a questionable look "Do not confuse the love between the brother's to the love they have for their sister; more so Michael's love for her" He replied as if to defend the relationship they have.

"So why's she rebelling against big brother if they all love each other so much?" Dean asked.

"Why do you think she is rebelling Dean? More than anything she does not want to see her brothers at war with each other again only to lose one or even both of them"

"How did Michael not find out about her being cast down? Surely he would have noticed if his sister wasn't around for all that time" Sam asked.

"You are quite right but Zachariah was very good at keeping things under control and hidden; he made sure that Michael would never find out, as he knew what fate would await him"

"So whilst Sarah was in hell for all those years; what pathetic excuse did they tell Michael?" Dean asked.

"Zachariah explained that Sarah went to seek revelations from the farthest corners of heaven..."

Sam chuckled "And Michael really believed that, how gullible?"

"Sam...you gotta remember that Angels aren't exactly the Brady bunch" Dean replied sarcastically.

"Dean is right, Michael loves his sister but worry is not something an Angel feels"

"What I don't understand is why now; why's she coming to me now?"

Castiel nodded "Sarah has never been one to lie; she will always speak the truth, she said she heard your plea and I believe she meant it" Castiel started as he took a step forward "From the energy I felt tonight; she has been waiting a very long time to meet you, the real you...even since before the plan was set into motion".

"Well I must've made a great first impression huh?" Dean asked jokingly knowing that she caught him during one of his most vulnerable and not so over confident moments.

Both Sam and Dean watched as Castiel lowered his head at Dean's comment; both confused by the amount of emotion he was beginning to show since he had set his eyes on her. They wondered if Castiel had gradually learnt some of the emotions they feel by spending most of the days with them and always being at their side. The more pressing question was why were these so called emotions appearing now?

"Will she reappear?" Sam asked as he stood from the chair, empty bottle in hand.

Castiel turned and looked at him "I do not know what she will decide to do..." He responded; slowly he turned and walked from the lounge, into the kitchen and out of the back door.

As he left; Both Sam and Dean passed a bewildered look between them.


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