Bars Lead to Different Things

Hey once again! I just wanted to say that I will usually be posting two chapters at a time! Also, it has not been edited, otherwise...Enjoy!

The angels that had gone against their original orders had been purified and things where settling into a good order, the angels didn't have a reason to go back to Earth. It was rather easy to watch their charge from Heaven. It was pretty nice now for every one of the angels, well, almost every one of them.

"You know, pouting and brooding over this isn't going to help, Castiel"

"Anna, what do you want?" that's right, Castiel had his grace returned and was among the angels once again.

"Well you're no longer how you used to be. You've grown attached, and so has Dean." The female angel voiced – it was something Castiel knew.

"I guess," he replied and stood up from where he was squatting, watching Dean drive around like mad and just getting drunk. "So what should I do then?" he asked and turned to face the woman, well, angel. "Anna you still have your body. Did it not get destroyed?" he asked as he looked at the angel's ginger hair which had now grown longer and laid past her rib cage.

"It did, but I still can't let go, just like you can't let go Cas, go talk to Archangel-"

"No! If this has something to do with Michael forget it. I'd rather talk to a demon than that man-angel." He corrected with a slight frown on his face and prepared to leave the vicinity.

"Just hear me out!" she yelled and grabbed onto Castiel before he could take off.

"Anna unhand me, I have some business to attend to!" he did his best to sound threatening but it was just too much trouble.

"No! You're slowly dying Cas, as a fellow angel I'm not going to let that happen to you, I won't!" she shouted, tears threatening to fall down, Castiel was in shock. He was dying?

"What do you mean I am dying?" he questioned once he trusted his voice to not shake.

"Cas have you really not noticed? You've become weaker; you can't even fly without getting exhausted. You're no longer you! You're grace is becoming weak!" she finished in a shout of anger and despair. Castiel looked at her, confusion written all over his face.

"What are my options?" his throat was dry, he didn't understand.

"We talk to Archangel Michael or the Dominion." She whispered the last part.

"You must be joking, talk to a Dominion?! What would I accomplish from that?" he raised his eyebrow and feared the answer he was going to get from Anna.

"Dominions can repair grace, they are the ones who rule over and watch over us in the place of God. Dominion, she can make you mortal while you're grace is getting fixed and she'll return it to you. From there it will be your decision on using your grace to become an angel again, or you can stay with Dean." She breathed, letting Castiel take in all this information. "The other option is to talk with Archangel Michael and have Dean take a trial test and….yea"

"And what?"

"The test would be to become an angel," she whispered and looked towards the ground, doing her best to not look at Cas in the eyes. Castiel went wide eyed; there was no way, he was going to let that happen. "You're choice Cas, or you can continue to suffer and eventually die." Anna murmured,

Castiel was torn, he didn't want to die, he didn't want Dean to suffer being an angel, this was all too complicated, besides he'd never met a Dominion but he heard how terrifying they were. He had heard stories of some angels who needed purifying and they would run from the Dominions who always found them, then punish them harshly that they sometimes even forgot that they were angels. "Is there no other choice besides the Dominions?" Castiel asked, his mind sort of made up.

"You could always try to have an audience with Father but I doubt that would work since there is a very long line and the human life span isn't that long." Anna kind of suggested with a slight smile on her face. "I'll come back when you've decided Cas." She sighed and took one last look at the desperate angel who was looking for answers. "Actually, if you decide you want to repair your grace then find your way from there, meet me at Muriel's statue." She finished and vanished in a flutter of feathers, probably going to the statue.

Castiel clenched his jaw and stood frozen; this was going to be bad either way if she was involved. Why of all the Dominions did it have to be her? He turned back to where he had been watching Dean, and continued to stare down at the man.

Dean had hopped from bar to bar, this being his 15th bar. He recklessly parked the Impala and got out; he had to grip onto the door handle to stop him from tumbling to the ground. He looked up to the sky, anger taking a hold of him. "What do you want? Hu? You're all fucked up there! I goddamn hate ALL of you! ESCPECIALLY YOU CAS!" Dean finally gave up and shouted, tears falling down as he finally let himself fall to the ground in pain.

Castiel curled his lips and nodded slowly to himself; this was not going to work out. He had to get to Dean, Muriel it was and with a quick swish he was gone to join Anna at Muriel's statue.

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"I see you came Castiel, are you ready?" Castiel only nodded, giving Anna the answer she needed. "Alright, you see Muriel is really fickle sometimes so just keep calm and let's explain the situation to her." Anna said as she kneeled down in front of Muriel's statue and getting ready to pray but stopped as she noticed that Castiel hadn't kneeled down. "If you want this to work you have to kneel as well and pray," she hissed and tugged Castiel down.

"So, what do we pray for?" he finally asked as he copied Anna's movements.

"Pray for help and Muriel to come, we need to talk to her." She instructed and closed her eyes, praying, as did Castiel.

After a few minutes nothing happened and Castiel sighed in frustration; that was the only thing he could do, he never got mad or really threw tantrums and it would be of no use if he started to. "I guess praying to her was a mista-"

In a flash of blinding white light something, more like someone summersaulted down and landed in a ground shaking quake. The women was fairly tall, all dressed in white along with her white hair and silver sword in hand. She stood up and frowned at the two angels before her and huffed, "So, what are you two doing here?" she asked and sheathed her sword.

"I uh, you see its just – wow!" Castiel was at loss for words.

"Castiel needs his grace fixed and wishes to be among the humans while it's happening, if it's not too much trouble." Anna butted in, making Castiel elbow her slightly for her tone.

"Oh, that won't be so hard but why do you wish to be among humans?" she finally asked and flipped her hair behind her. She looked Castiel over and finally took a closer look at the angel and saw something, Castiel felt something felt something and unconsciously took a step back.

"I, it's a personal matter." He finally finished with a small gasp.

"Well then I'm going to need to search you first before the process can take place." She said and in a swift motion appeared in front of Castiel and put her had on his forehead.

"What do you mean search me?" he cautiously asked but got no reply as Muriel had closed her eyes and had taken her hand and placed her index and middle finger in front of her lips,

"I will help you, so let me see the reason you wish to be human until then"

Dean, Sam, Dean, Dean, Bobby, Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean, DEan, DeAN, DEaN, DEAN DEAN

'Muriel, please help me. I want to be there for Dean, I can't live like this anymore.'

'Castiel, so that is your reason for need of repair and return?'

'Yes but I do not know that, I am inner Castiel and this is the only way and probably the only time I am able to talk to you.'

'Once I take your grace you'll be humanish, as soon as it is fixed I shall deliver it you. From there you must make your way, I do not fix things to times and if you make a mistake, let's just pray that it does not happen.'

Muriel removed her hand from Castiel's forehead and was face to face with a furious angel. "Calm Castiel, preparations are complete. I shall fix the grace and watch over you to make sure you do not get into too much trouble. Are you ready?" the white haired women asked.

Castiel looked over to where Anna w-had been and sighed, "How much will it hurt?" he finally asked, knowing how much it hurt to fall and have your grace ripped out. Muriel flashed him a smile and conjured a laying table for him

"Let's start," she smiled, Castiel approached slowly, all the while watching the Dominion's action. Finally he reached the bed and laid his hand on it, in just a split second he got shocked causing him to quickly pull his hand away. "That's what it'll feel like," she breathed and stalked towards him.

"M-Muriel?"

"Get on the bed," she instructed and watched as Castiel started to back away. "Hurry up or the Time will close!" she hissed and finally the dying angel climbed onto the bed, ignoring the shocks his body was getting. "Strap him down; it is time to get to work."

Castiel felt frozen, this was not supposed to be happening, but as soon as he got strapped down Muriel approached him. "What are you going to do?" he gritted, this was not what he wanted.

"I have to rip out your grace in order to repair it, you will be mortalish while it is being repaired. I know this step is awful but bear with it." She cooed and closed her eyes as she started to whisper an incantation of some sort that Castiel didn't understand.

His whole body was in pain, he could feel each and every feather being plucked off of him, the pain was too intense, he couldn't hold back his shouts as the grace was being ripped out.

"Shhh, it's almost over" and in that instant Castiel fell into bliss and darkness. 'Castiel, you're falling, be safe dear. I will be watching over and come to you when I have fixed your grace, in the mean-time – make the best out of your mortalish life.' Muriel's voice whispered as Castiel started his fall to Earth.

Dean finally calmed himself down and shakily stood up and looked teary eyed at the sky, "Please, whoever is listening, please give Cas back. I lied about hating him, I'm sorry, please please please give him back" Dean pleaded and waited. Usually in the past Cas would appear out of thin air and scare the crap out of him, but this time nothing, the one time he needed Cas and he wasn't there or answering him. "You are a messed up angel Cas! I hope you die!" Dean finally shouted and headed to the door of the bar to drink away his anger, only to be stopped by a falling star which he smirked at and just continued to look at. Dean noticed that the falling star was getting closer and closer to him, well, to his car and it was at that instant when the star crashed onto his car that he realized that someone must have answered his prayers. Dean hobbled over to his car, doing his best not to just simply fall down in humiliation at whatever deity had been sent. Yea his car was dented on the roof but on the roof lay the being of his existence – Castiel. "C-Cas? CAS?!" Dean started shouting once he realized it was Cas, but not the usual Cas.

Castiel rolled around some, his body hurting from the fall that he just took but was glad that Muriel had helped his passing. Now he just had to find Dean,

"CAS! ANSWER ME!"

"Dean?" he croaked out and all went black for him.

End for now