Hello, again! How'd you like chapter 1? Do you love the story yet? Don't answer that, you're too soon into it to tell. But if do love it already, I'm not judging! :)

Now, I know I just published the last chapter yesterday, but I had some time on my hands and wrote two whole chapters today. So, now I have this chapter and the next one to publish! I can't make any promises, but if you enjoy this chapter, I'll probably be so bored tomorrow, I'll be able write chapter 4 then publish chapter 3 tomorrow. But then again, I have no idea how long that'll take. I definitely know that I'm not publishing a chapter without having the next one ready, but- Ah! I'm rambling... Sorry, I'll wrap this up.

This chapter is pretty important, this is where the actual plot starts, so I hope you like the idea! (I'm a little worried, actually) I'd also like to thank Strix Prudens for editing this story! Her One Piece fanfictions are pretty great, so if you like One Piece, go check her out! :D

Enjoy this chapter! And don't forget to review! Those reviews really keep me motivated, so if you like it, I'd love to hear that! :D It definitely makes me publish the next chapter faster.

Dean woke with his head spinning. Where was he? His eyes focused a little and he noticed he was in a long basement with crates and old shelves everywhere. He was tied to a chair in front of a metal door and a creepy-looking table that had all sorts of witchy things on it. He suddenly realized that there was heat to his right, and when he looked down, he noticed it was…fire? In a ring…. Holy fire…!

"Dean!" A familiar, raspy voice called. When the hunter looked up, in the direction of the voice, his eyes focused completely on his lost friend, Castiel.

"Cass…?" he murmured. The angel had a worried look on his face, as if wondering if his friend was okay. "Cass! Hey, man!" Dean then looked to his left to find his brother waking up as well. "Sammy!"

Sam blinked at him before surprise and relief replaced the confusion. "Dean!" The younger man looked around. "Where are we?"

"You're in my basement," a woman's voice answered from in front of them.

Dean looked over at the table and noticed a middle-aged woman behind the 'witch-machine'. "Who are-" He suddenly stopped as he noticed her eyes. They were weird and…unmoving… "Do you… do you have two glass eyes!?" The woman looked taken aback. "Wouldn't it be easier if you, I don't know, just closed your eyes?"

The eyebrows above the fake eyes furrowed in anger. "I'm not closing my eyes for the rest of my life!"

"Why not!?" Dean asked. "It'd be way easier to go to sleep, for one. You'd be one step ahead of everybody else!"

"Okay, enough with the glass eyes thing!" the woman snapped.

There was a pause before Sam spoke up. "Who are you?"

The woman smirked as she asked him, "Oh… you're the one doing the trials, aren't you?" The three friends became taken aback by this. "Well, I can't have that now… After all, as a witch, I do bow down to demon or two." Sam shifted in his chair. The woman then grabbed a vial full of red liquid from the table, walked over to the younger hunter, and suddenly forced the contents into his mouth.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted.

The said hunter shut his eyes tight and gritted his teeth. A painful moan came from his mouth, but then, suddenly, all the pain he had been experiencing from before was gone. Sam looked up at the witch in surprise.

"There! Now the effects of the trials are gone and the only way you could be able to accomplish them is if you restarted the whole process!" the witch announced with glee.

"You bitch!" Dean snapped.

The witch only smiled at Dean and ignored his comment. She then looked down at the angel blade she was fiddling with in her hands. "And for your previous question, my name's Shlooped Shnob and I-"

"Stupid Snob?" Dean interrupted.

"What?" Shlooped stopped.

"Did you just say that your name was 'Stupid Snob'?" Dean repeated. "Are you joking, or did your parents just hate you?"

Shlooped's face crinkled up into an expression of annoyance and hissed back at him. "No, Shlooped Shnob."

"Yeah, Stupid Snob, that's what I said."

"No! Shhhhloooped Shhhhhnob!" The witch repeated, slower as if she was talking to a two year old.

"That's just a sad name, no matter what," Sam commented with a sad frown.

"Aaahhh!" Shlooped screamed. "Nevermind! Forget about the name!"

"I can't!" Dean said. "It's stupidest name I've ever heard!"

"Dean!" Sam shouted, realizing that they needed to shut up if they wanted to be safe, though he had to agree, her name didn't make her sound threatening at all.

Shlooped sighed and started to explain. "So, before any of you two ask, I don't care about you at all. Which is the exact reason I brought you here." Dean's eyebrows furrowed and his mouth flipped into a deep frown of confusion at her comment.

"Wait… what…?" he voiced.

She moved her head to face Castiel. "I needed something to force 'Cass', here, to give me what I want…!"

"Give you what you want?" Dean repeated. "What are you talking about? Cass doesn't… Cass doesn't do your kinky shit!" He looked over at Castiel who was holding his head down. Dean's eyes suddenly narrowed in suspicion. "Or does he…? Cass, have you been hiding something from us, again!? Is that why you come home late on Fridays? I should've know…!"

"N-no, Dean!" Sam barked. "You're confusing reality with porn! Again! You gotta stop, man!"

"No!" the witch growled, "I need something from him! He has ingredients that I need for a spell that is very important to me!"

Dean turned to Castiel with a betrayed expression. "Cass? Have you been hiding something from us? Again?! I can't believe you, Cass!"

Castiel looked up at Dean with an expression of shock, a bit of pain reflected in his eyes. "What!? No! I wouldn't-"

Shlooped paused, looking between the two before finally narrowing her eyes in satisfaction of her brilliant plan. "Oh, no, he is," Shlooped answered slyly. "He's been hiding it for quite some time, now."

"Cass!" the hunter scolded.

"No! You don't even know what she's talking about!" Castiel defended. "I can't show you my-"

"Doesn't matter, Castiel," the witch stated. "You still hid it from them."

"Does anybody know what we're even talking about?" Sam asked.

Shlooped fiddled with the angel blade in her hands as she slowly made her way over to the angel. "The truth is out, Castiel. Now your friends are mad that you didn't show them. And I need it. So, why don't you do all of us a huge favor, and show us what you've been hiding?"

Castiel only gritted his teeth and growled, "Never!"

Shlooped only shrugged as she said, "Okay, have it you way." She went up to Dean and put the blade up to his chest. "I'll just carve out your beloved human's heart and when I'm done with this one, I'll move on to the giant and do the same!"

The angel's face filled with pure hatred. "You wouldn't dare…!"

"Oh, would I?" the witch taunted. Suddenly, she started to press the angel blade into Dean's chest as the hunter groaned in pain.

Castiel's hatred jolted out of him and was quickly replaced by fear. "No! Stop!" But to his disappointment, she kept drilling the blade closer to his heart, making Dean's groaning turn into screams.

"Dean!" Sam shouted in fear.

"Stop!" Castiel demanded. And he kept shouting as his friend continued screaming until, "Okay! Okay! I'll show you my trueform!" This made Sam and Dean's faces fill with shock.

Shlooped stopped pushing the blade any farther into the hunter's chest, but did not take it out just yet. "You will? Do you swear?"

Castiel hung his head and muttered, "Yes, yes. I… I swear…"

"Cass, no!" Sam demanded and Dean's face showed he agreed. But the angel just stared at them with an apologetic look. "Don't give her whatever the hell she wants with your trueform!"

Castiel glanced down at the floor before looking back up at his two friends. After a few seconds, he faced the witch again, who was smirking. "Let me see it then!" she demanded as she ripped the angel blade out from Dean's chest.

The angel took a deep breath and told Dean and Sam, "Close your eyes."

Once the two hunters did so hesitantly, Castiel opened his vessel's mouth and bright light suddenly erupted from within him. Sam and Dean felt a powerful force of strange…heat? No, it was the combination of hot and cold, but it wasn't 'warm'. Their faces felt like they were about to be ripped off. Suddenly, they could hear the witch chanting something. Was that Enochian? Yes, it was an Enochian spell. There was also an extremely high-pitched, inaudible tone, which Dean recognized as Castiel's voice back from when he first came back from Hell. However, the ringing gradually transformed into a screech that was almost identical to an eagle. And before they knew it, the force and light was suddenly gone, which suddenly terrified the Winchesters. What had she done to their friend?

They opened their eyes quickly and looked over at Castiel in his chair, the holy fire now extinguished. But to their horror, their friend was completely limp and pale white with his mouth and eyes wide open. He was dead.

"Cass!" Dean screamed. That was when he realized the new presence in the room. The hunter looked down to see a young man passed out on the floor. He probably was in his early twenties and had long, wavy, black hair that stopped at his shoulders. He wore a white, ripped toga that was wrapped around one shoulder and hung across his chest, a light blue cloth acted as a belt for the toga as it was wrapped around his waist securely. His legs were strapped tightly with leather sandals. It was as if he had just come from Greek times. The only strange things about him were the fact that he had silvery-blue liquid running down from cuts that were scattered around him, and what was on his back: enormous, black wings. Yes, the young man sprawled out on the floor had the most gorgeous, black wings Dean had ever seen spread out six feet—or more—on either side of him. "Oh my god…!"

"Who is…?" Sam began as he stared down at the young man as well. "No, that's not…!"

Shlooped chuckled, "Yes, it is!" She went over to Castiel's empty vessel and threw him out of the chair, then she turned to the man on the ground and hoisted him into the seat.

The force of being thrown in the chair suddenly made the young man groan and bring his hand up to his head. But once his fingers felt his shoulder-length hair his dazzlingly blue eyes shot open. He looked around, at the Winchesters, then down at himself. And all of the sudden, once he caught a glimpse at himself, a gasp erupted from his mouth and he stared down at his hand in horror. Then his head whipped around to stare at his wings which stretched out behind him, but this only made the man gasp again. Once again, he looked at the Winchesters, eyes now full of shock and fear, and suddenly tried in a hushed voice with a strange accent, "Dean? Sam?" Once he said this, he gasped again and grabbed his neck, as if surprised by how his voice sounded.

Dean looked at the man harder. "Who…? Who are you?"

The young man looked startled, and slightly hurt, that the hunter asked that. "You-" He paused, seemingly still disturbed by his own voice. "You don't know who I am!?" He then looked down at himself before muttering, "Oh…"

"I…" Dean stared into the man's blue eyes, there was something about them that was familiar… something that reminded him of… "Cass…?"

The young man smiled slightly and his wings perked up a bit as he nodded and said in his strange accent, "Yes…!"

Dean and Sam's eyes widened as they stared at the young man before them. The guy had to only be about twenty, twenty-five at the most! That… that couldn't be right! Could it...?

Shlooped chuckled again and went back to her angel blade. "Now! Time to get what I did all of this for!" She grabbed a metal bowl with different powders and herbs and put it on—apparently—Castiel's leg. The witch then grabbed his wrist, moved it over the bowl, and with the angel blade in her hand, she slid the metal across his skin. The strange thing, however, was that, instead of the liquid that spewed from it being a deep red, it was a glowing silvery-blue.

Castiel groaned in pain, a high-pitched noise coming from the back of his throat that got louder once he opened his mouth, but he closed it once again the moment the witch was finished. He then looked down at the strange blood and, to his surprise, didn't heal.

"Ah…!" Shlooped moved the bowl around, spreading Castiel's blood throughout it. She then put the bowl down on her table and went around to stand at his back. The beautiful wings suddenly folded up tightly the closer the witch's hands got to them and Castiel's face filled with determination to protect his wings. "Oh, come now, Castiel! I need them for my spell!" The wings folded in more. "You do want them to survive, don't you?" The witch asked as she gestured to the brothers at the angel's side. Castiel stared at Sam and Dean again before opening up his wings, only slightly, though. Shlooped smirked and viciously yanked five large, black feathers from his wing, which made them start to flap violently. The force of the wind that was created from the flapping wing was so great, Dean thought his chair was going to fall over.

The witch smiled as she felt the feathers in her hands, ran to the metal bowl, and dropped them into the mixture. Immediately, Shlooped started to chant something in Latin and her eyes started to glow. Suddenly, once she had stopped, her glass irises dilated and became real. Her smile widened as she looked around, but once she laid eyes on Castiel, she frowned and said, "You're older than I remember."

"What!?" Dean felt himself say. One, because of her comment: Cass looked so young—he couldn't imagine how young his friend looked when she apparently met him; and two, because what her spell was for. "That was it!? That was your amazingly important spell!? Making your glass eyes real!?"

Shlooped glared at Dean in confusion. "Yes…?" Sam frowned in confusion of why she herself sounded confused along with them.

"Can't you just get a transplant!?" Dean snapped.

"Yeah, that would've been easier," Sam agreed bluntly.

The witch's glare turned sour. "I've had enough of you! You and your stupid remarks!"

"No, my remarks weren't stupid, your name is though. Even your parents knew that," the older hunter commented with a sly smirk, liking his joke.

Suddenly, Shlooped's sour glare turned into that of hatred and despise. "That's it! I've had more than enough of you and that angel!" she snapped as her finger pointed at the three of them. Her glance shifted to Castiel. "You know, I was about to put you back in your vessel! But now that your human pet has bugged the crap out of me, I'll just leave you like that!" The three friends' eyes widened in shock. "Now, get the hell out of my house!"

Suddenly, all three of them were falling from the sky. Sam looked around in shock and fear, Dean in just straight-up fear—so much so, that his arms and legs were flailing all about—and Castiel looked from the ground to his two flightless friends in worry. He heard the two of them start to scream, mostly Dean, and suddenly shot towards them, wrapped them in his arms, and spread his massive wings out, which brought them to a glide. But the weight of all three of them wasn't enough for his wings, and they found themselves falling through the branches of trees. Once they hit the ground, consciousness slapped them in the face, put on its hat, and closed the door behind it.

Dean woke to the branches of the trees above him spinning out of control. He had a massive headache and his back was sore. Then, the hunter noticed he was lying on something hard as he was spread out across a soft bed of…something. Dean moved his fingers on the soft bed and noticed it was made up of large feathers. Large feathers….

He suddenly whipped his head to the left to see a young face next to him with locks of his long, wavy hair draping across it. Castiel.

That was when Dean realized he was laying on his friend's wing and arm. The hunter sat up quickly and looked down at his friend. He saw Sam laying across Castiel's other arm and wing just as he was. Feeling creeped out, Dean looked around the forest to see if anyone had seen him and his friends sleeping together. Fortunately, no one was.

Dean reached his hand out to hover over Castiel's shoulder. It froze there as he looked down at the surprisingly young face with long hair. So, that was his best friend? That was the hidden face he had never been allowed to see? It was so hard to explain the feeling he had at that moment. It was almost like if you had had a pen pal for so long and thought of them as your best friend, almost like your brother, and then they had sent you a picture of themselves, showing that they were a little older than you, but when you finally meet them, they turn out to be a twelve year old. Yes, that was almost exactly how it was. Except... you'd probably be angry you'd been lied to by a twelve year old, so, without the anger, then.

Dean shook his head, shooing away his thoughts. He lowered his hand to Castiel's shoulder and shook it gently as he said, "Hey…!"

The corner of Castiel's lip turned down in a groan as his head lifted slightly and his eyes opened to look at Dean. Jimmy Novak's eyes were already crazy-blue, but the hunter swore that the eyes he looked into now had to be glowing they were so magnificent. "Dean…?"

The hunter moved out of the way of Castiel's wing that was now folding up slightly. The other wing did the same, which surprised Sam and he shot up into a sitting position immediately. "Hey, Sammy." Dean put up his hand in greeting.

"Dean?" Sam asked in shock. Castiel sat up slightly with the help of his own hand behind him. The younger hunter looked over at the angel, who was rubbing his sore head. "Cass?"

Castiel groaned in greeting as he brought up his magnificent wings. They then started to fold in and out slowly, like he was stretching them. Sam and Dean watched them in wonder, which the angel seemed to catch once he looked back up at them and asked in his strange accent, "What?"

The Winchesters became suddenly embarrassed of how mesmerizing they thought their friend's wings were and they began murmuring things how about they didn't know what he meant. Castiel, fortunately, shrugged it off and leaned forward.

Sam caught that the angel's face was ridden with pain. "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" The angel looked up at the giant man. "Oh, yeah. I, uh... Just the landing was pretty hard on me."

Dean didn't know what he meant until Sam clarified. "What, you mean falling from the sky?"

Castiel nodded. The older hunter suddenly realized that, for just falling from the sky and through tree branches, he felt pretty good. At first, he thought all of them were like that, but now realized that Cass was feeling the symptoms. Why? And why was Sam and him in Cass' arms when they woke up? That was when it hit him. "Cass, did you take the fall for us?"

The angel looked up at Dean with surprise. His gaze then shifted to Sam, who had the same question, then back to Dean. He sighed and answered, "Yes… But its fine! Falling that far wouldn't hurt me as much it would hurt you."

"Cass!" Sam shouted. "You just were tortured!"

"And you're suffering from the trials!" Castiel defended.

Sam opened his mouth to retort back, but closed it and rubbed his head in what looked like frustration. "No, I'm not…"

"What?" Dean asked.

"Remember?" Sam looked over at his brother. "That witch took away the effects of the trials. Which means that if we're going to close the Gates of Hell, we're going to have to start all over again!"

Dean just stared at his brother for a few seconds before screaming, "Dammit!" He buried his head in his hands for a minute or two before looking back up at Sam. "Alright, then we'll start over then!"

"That won't be easy, Dean," Castiel spoke up. "What did you have to do for the last two? Kill a Hellhound and bringing a damned soul up to Heaven? And weren't those just coincidences when they actually happened? Think of how difficult it would be to do those again."

Dean looked away before returning to Castiel. "Dammit, Cass! Then what are we supposed to do!?"

The angel stared at the ground as he shrugged and shook his head. "I…I don't know."

The hunter glanced between his brother and friend, who both had sad faces on. "No, we're not giving up on this one!"

"What else do we do, Dean!?" Sam demanded. "Because to me, that seems like our only option! Cass is right! We had such a hard time doing the last two, so how hard do you think it'll be the second time!?"

Dean stood to his feet and shook his head. "No…! We'll find another way,like we always do!"

"How, Dean!?" Sam shouted back to his brother. "Because from where I'm standing, we're screwed!" Dean turned to look at him. "We're back to square-one, Cass can't even put on a shirt anymore, and we're stuck in the middle of a forest with no car or phone because we left the bunker so quickly, we didn't ever think about that! So, I'll say it again, we're screwed!"

The older hunter took a minute or two to process what his brother had said. And the scary part was: all of it was true. He felt himself start to nod as he muttered, "You're… you're right, Sammy…" He looked up at his brother waiting for some kind of next-step-mission. Dammit, he didn't have that, though. His eyes then moved over to Castiel, who looked so tired he swore the angel was about to pass out. They needed to get to somewhere for him to rest, but how? And what was more important: renting out a motel room, per say, or finding their way back to the bunker? The hunter sighed, shook his head, and reached into his pockets to find he had brought his wallet. Dean almost wept with relief as he was able to bring it out of his pocket to show his brother. "What d'ya say we go find a town and something to disguise Cass with?"