When Castiel reopened his eyes he found himself on a cot, staring up at a whooshing fan that was designed to look like a pentagram. He immediately remembered it, and realized he was in Bobby's panic room.

He sat up, too fast, and had to sit still for a few seconds and shake his head to get rid of the darkness that clouded his eyes.

When he could see clearly again, or as clear as his now human eyes could see, Castiel slowly stood, cautioned by the dizzy spell he'd had moments before. He approached the panic room door and gave it a shake.

It was locked as expected. The Winchesters may not have left him lying on a warehouse concrete floor but they weren't about to let him go as he pleased. Castiel couldn't complain. After what he'd tried to do and had done, Castiel felt he deserved much more punishment from the brothers than a lack of trust.

Castiel peered out of the little window in the door and spotted Dean sleeping on a spare cot on the side of the cellar, a couple yards from the panic room.

Castiel felt comforted by his presence even though it was likely Dean was just there to make sure he didn't escape, not because he cared, not because he was concerned. After all, Castiel knew he didn't deserve it.

Castiel moved back to the cot and sat back down, glancing at the faded Enochain banishing sigil that still was present on the wall from the time Dean had sent him away when he had made his escape from Bobby's to go searching for Michael over two years ago. A time when Dean had lost all hope and Castiel had never been more frustrated with his friend.

Thinking they couldn't resolve the Apocalypse together, Dean had decided it was best if he solved it on his own. Now Castiel had done the same. Castiel bowed his head. He should have known trying to save the world on your own was never a good idea.

While his eyes were down Castiel noticed that he wasn't in his trench coat and suit anymore, but rather jeans and a blue t-shirt. Possibly Dean's.

If he'd been injured and his clothes had gotten bloody that time when he was human during the Apocalypse, it wouldn't have surprised Castiel that his friends would give him new clothes to wear, at least until his had been cleaned, but he was humbled that they still had done it now. After everything. Maybe Sofiel had convinced them?

If she was still alive, that was.

Castiel prayed she was. He'd killed enough angels as it was. The idea of having killed both Balthazar and Sofiel only for having tried to help the Winchesters to stop him from going too far was too much to bear now that he had human emotions. His heart ached at the thought. Sofiel was one of the kindest warrior angels there was. The only reason she had sided with Raphael was because he had reached out to her before Castiel had, and had convinced her that the Apocalypse had to be. She had been tricked into thinking that Castiel had made a terrible mistake by preventing Lucifer and Michael's final battle, but as soon as she knew the truth, she had ran from Heaven. Just like Castiel had. Or more fittingly, Balthazar.

Castiel put his head in his hands. He couldn't believe he had killed Balthazar before the souls had overtaken him. When he had still been himself, albeit desperate.

Balthazar had been the closest angel alley he'd had, the only one he could call a good friend, a good brother, during the war. He'd miss him. He already did.

Suddenly feeling exhausted, Castiel lain back down on the cot and stared at the fan above, watching it spin round and round until his eyes began to get heavy. Until he couldn't think any more about the wrong he'd done, and dosed off.

When he reopened his eyes, he found himself trapped in a nightmare.

A/N: Had a busy week. So glad I found time to do this. Next chapter some dead angels have a few words with Cas. Also, Dean thinks of what happened between Chapter 1 and 2 and sees something that amazes him. Don't worry, this is not going to be a book totally focused on Dean and Cas. Sam has a huge role to play in this fic soon. Promise.