Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 1 of I'm Not Like My Brother. I'm glad that you guys liked the Prologue of this series. I hope that I do this some justice.

Skellington: I'm glad that you liked the Prologue. There is more to come for this character Damaris. I just hope that you guys enjoy her.

Romance Lover: Thank you… I'm glad that you figured out that she's an angel, but I can't reveal if she's been fallen or not. I hope that you like this next part.

Kitty-Chan: I'm glad you think Damaris is interesting. She'll become more and more interesting as time goes on I hope. I hope that you like this next part.

Chapter 1

Return of Dean Winchester

September 18, 2008

Damaris slowly opened her eyes as she felt another change in the air. Something was indeed wrong. She looked around, her blue eyes contorting with worry. She knew that she needed to figure out what was going on even if it meant that she had to go silently to find out what was going on. She took a breath as she heard a fluttering of wings. She turned her head. "Castiel, brother you must stop doing that." She stated dully as she looked at her brother with a sour look on her face.

Castiel moved towards his sister slowly. His hair was slightly disheveled from whatever he had done.

"Castiel… what… what did you do?" Her brows furrowed together as she looked at her disheveled brother. She knew that something was wrong, but she was hoping that she was wrong on this. The last thing she wanted was to be right.

"I gripped him tight and raised him from perdition."

Damaris's eyes went wide. "You didn't…"

Castiel looked at her with a gaze that was very confused. He thought that she would be proud that he had brought someone back from perdition.

"You brought Dean Winchester back from perdition? Who gave you that right?" Damaris questioned her hands clenched into fists. "It surely wasn't…"

"God?"

"It couldn't have been him."

"God commanded it. We have work for him."

"You mean you have work for him."

His brows furrowed as he looked at his sister. "You…"

"I don't have work for Dean Winchester… and you say God commanded it, but you know the truth." Damaris was then gone in a fluttering of wings. She needed to find Dean Winchester and find out what he knew. If Castiel did indeed raise him… it wasn't going to be a good thing.

SPNSPN

She landed outside of a home. She slowly went to move and peered up over looking through the window. She knew the woman that lived inside of this home, Pamela Barnes, and the Winchesters and their friend were there already. She could only hope that Pamela would try to contact whoever brought Dean Winchester back from the grave.

Inwardly she groaned when she saw that Pamela was already doing just that with a seance. She put her hand over her mouth as she began to listen what was going on. It truly bothered her that Pamela was doing this… trying to sneak a peek at an angel.

"I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle."

"Stop…" She muttered softly. "Stop…"

"I invoke, conjure, and command... Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy."

Damaris looked up and saw the look of confusion of Dean's face.

"Its name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back."

She closed her eyes as her ears began to ring. Angel radio was tuning in and she knew exactly who it was. It was Castiel warning Pamela to turn back.

"I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face."

Damaris closed her eyes in pain. She knew that Castiel wanted Pamela to stop and she wasn't. There was just no way that she would stop.

"I almost got it. I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now."

Damaris covered her ears as she heard the agony of Pamela screaming. She moved quickly away from the window so no one knew that she was there.

SPNSPN

"Damaris." Castiel called to his sister.

Damaris began to hit him with her small hands. "You didn't have to do that to her." She hissed out her voice filled with rage.

"She called to me…" Castiel said thinking that he hadn't done anything wrong to Pamela.

"You blinded her." Damaris said in anger slamming her hands against his chest. "You didn't have to."

Castiel grasped her hands tightly to keep her from beating on his chest. "You know humans can't handle if they see our true forms."

Damaris shook her head shoving herself away from him.

Castiel closed his eyes.

"Castiel…"

"Someone is summoning me…"

"Castiel… you can't." She said as she went to grasp his arm only to be taken with him.

SPNSPN

Castiel caused the door burst open and he came in with Damaris behind him. The light bulbs above their heads shattered in a shower of sparks not touching them.

Dean and Bobby both began to fire their guns shooting at Castiel, but it didn't slow him down coming towards them.

Dean grabbed the magic knife as Castiel stopped before him. "Who are you?" Dean questioned gripping the bag tightly in his hand.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."

"Yeah. Thanks for that." Dean said as he reared back and plunged the knife into Castiel's chest.

Castiel looked down at it unconcerned of what had happened to him. He pulled it out and dropped it to the floor.

Damaris ducked out of the way when Bobby attacked him.

Without looking Castiel grabbed Bobby's weapon, using it to swing him around. He touched Bobby's forehead with his fingertips and Bobby crumpled to the ground.

"Castiel." Damaris said in warning as she looked at her brother, agitation was written across her face.

"We need to talk, Dean. Alone."

Damaris looked at him with agitation on her face. She watched the eldest Winchester boy check Bobby for a pulse. She looked down when she saw the angry look on his face.

"Your friend's alive." Castiel said calmly.

"Who are you?" Dean questioned as he narrowed his eyes.

"I'm an Angel of the Lord."

"Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing."

Damaris let out a soft breath looking down. She hated it when people didn't believe in angels.

"This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith."

Lightning flashed and two sets of great shadowy wings appear before disappearing.

Dean looked up taking a breath. "Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes."

"I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be… overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that."

"Castiel." Damaris said warning her brother.

"You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?"

Castiel nodded his head.

"Buddy, next time, lower the volume."

"That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong."

"And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant."

Damaris let out a groan closing her eyes.

"This? This is… a vessel."

"You're possessing some poor bastard?"

"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."

"Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?"

Castiel frowned. "I told you." He said as he looked at Dean dead in the eyes.

"Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell."

Damaris looked down so unsure of the idea of Castiel telling them everything.

"Good things do happen, Dean." Castiel said looking at him as he tried to get his point across. He didn't understand how a human didn't understand what he had meant.

"Not in my experience."

"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?"

"Why'd you do it?"

"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you."

Damaris looked down knowing that this wasn't going to work.

XXXXXXXXXXXX

This is the end of Chapter 1 of I'm Not Like My Brother. I hope that you guys enjoyed it. Please leave a review and let me know what you guys think and what you would like to see Damaris do and whom Damaris should be with. Reviews are my muse and helps me write. So until next time guys.