A/N Well, um, sorry about the mistake in the summary and thanks to the anonymous person who at least told me about it. I appreciate it. Characters aren't mine and so on. Next chapter.

Chapter 1

Day One

a.k.a

Meeting after so long

Dean Winchester was furious. He had finally put his hands on the angel he had captured a few weeks ago, the angel that ever since then had been tossed around but not even once given to the demon responsible for its visit to Hell, when he had been called by his master.

As he was walking demons parted in front of him. They feared him, he smirked. They knew that he can kill them just with a snap of his fingers. And so he did. Someone had looked at him the wrong way or hadn't moved far enough or was just there- he killed it. Who would care anyway, they were just a bunch of weak demons. And after all that was who he was now. Yes, Dean was Alastair's best apprentice. He had the skills, he was strong enough to kill a demon, not send it to the darkest corner of hell but actually kill it, he had the imagination... he had the hatred. Of course, he hadn't always been like that. There had been a time when he'd been different but it had been so long ago he hardly remembered anything except one face. A face that haunted him in his dreams. The only thing that could scare the cold-blooded Winchester.

He opened the door. Inside was Alastair, his back turned to the door, only his hand visible, because of the big chair he was sitting on. He was holding a goblet, full with what Dean could only assume was blood. The older demon turned around and gestured to him to sit on the chair opposite his. With a quiet but firm step the ex-hunter approached his teacher and stood beside the seat he was offered. He couldn't wait to get out of there.

"And if that isn't my best apprentice," smirked Alastair, his voice mocking.

"Don't act like you weren't the one to call me here. What do you want?"

"So cold," pouted the older demon, looking anything but cute. After he received a death glare from Dean he dropped his act and handed the goblet to his best student. " Take a good look."

Dean reached automatically to take it, not really caring about what Alastair wanted him to see. For all he knew the demon was going to show him one of his hand-works... again. But then he glanced at the red liquid and froze. That face. The unruly dark hair, the light blue eyes. He was a few years younger, that awful big trench coat that Dean hated because it hid his perfect body was replaced by a priest's gown... but it was him!

He took a few deep breaths, trying to stop his trembling and put the goblet down, knowing that if he held it any longer he may drop it.

"Is that supposed to be a joke? Because I'm not laughing," he said with a calm voice even thought his insides were on fire. If that was true... if Cas was a priest that would mean...

"Aren't you happy to see your ex? He is doing very well, you can see it by yourself. He is in the 2030 year. After the apocalypse people become very pious. The ideal time for redemption. They had even given him his vessel and guess his name- Castiel. A 20 year-old boy from a family of priests. There is no mistake that would be his last rebirth."

"And what do you want me to do?" the apprentice snarled, trying not to show the storm of emotions that was in his heart. He already knew about it. After they were separated by Him he always looked after his angel. But the last time he checked, a year ago, Cas was just an ordinary boy with a really religious family.

"Seduce him," shrugged Alastair like it was the most natural thing to do when your former lover had been finally forgiven for what he had done. "If he repeat his sin his punishment would be doubled. And if you do it it would be even better. I would even get your body back, not only angels can do it, you know."

"Why should I do that?" through clenched teeth questioned Dean. Of course, he wanted to see his ex-lover but he had to hold an appearance. He was a merciless demon, not a love-sick fool.

"Can't you understand?" Alastair's voice got higher as he hit the table with his hand. Dean might be one of the most powerful demons he had seen but they didn't have time for his games. "Do you know how I found out about him? The angel you captured let it slip. Apparently your little shit has been on Earth for half a millennium and he is, according to almost all feathered assholes up there, the one who will guide them to brighter future. And believe me when I say that no demon will like it if angels start caring about the human race!"

Dean forced himself not to pay attention to the insult toward his former almost-lover and guided his thoughts to the problem at hand instead. He wasn't sure whether to do it or not. His little angel deserved to be at home again. But if he didn't do anything he would never see him again. On the other hand how would he make Castiel fall in love with him again... he had changed. He was dirty now, corrupted. Maybe if he did it fast, no feelings attached it wouldn't hurt so much, and then he would go back to just watching him from afar. He sighed mentally and nodded.

"When is his birthday?" he asked, even though he knew the answer, even though he had been almost counting the days down.

"After a week."

Castiel rolled again in his bed. It was past midnight but he just couldn't fall asleep, something was eating him from the insides. He heard the door open and looked up. On the doorway stood Tom one of the oldest priests in the church- rather... large... man but very friendly. Next to him there was a tall man dressed in jeans and a tight black T-shirt, making his muscular chest stand out. The first thing he noticed, however, were his eyes. So green, they could easily put a forest field in spring on shame. They looked so familiar and brought the feeling of home and love. There was something else there, too, something dark, but he just couldn't put his finger around it. The stranger smirked and he looked away, blushing.

"I'm sorry we are here so late, Castiel, but I am desperately in need of a favour," said the older priest and Cas looked at him and smiled as if to say, "It's okay". Tom returned the smile and gestured toward the man standing behind him "This is my grandson, Dean." Dean lifted his arm and mouthed "Hi, cutie." Oblivious to his actions, his grandfather continued, "One of my best friends has recently passed away, may he rest in peace, and I have to at least visit his family. The problem is that I'll be gone for a week and I'm afraid this one here will do something stupid while I'm gone."

"Can't you leave him in someone else's care?" Cas had started to catch on what Tom was asking from him and he wanted to know if he was the last option for the older man. He just felt so uneasy as the handsome man was checking him out without any shame. He wasn't used to that kind of beauty. His whole life he had been surrounded by old chubby men. He hadn't gone to school, because of his father's money he had had private tutors and ever since he remembered he had been living in the church.

"I'm afraid my grandson is quite the playboy. I can only trust you. I hope it wouldn't be a problem for you to stay with him as long as I'm gone, would it? I could even offer you my villa in the mountains."

Cas nodded. He couldn't refuse the older man just because he wasn't used to attention, not after Tom had gone through the trouble to even offer him a place to stay. Besides it wouldn't be that bad, right? It could be even pleasurable, after all he had never spent time with someone near his age.

"Thank you very much, Castiel," Tom brightened after the younger's agreement. "We will leave you now. Rest well, you are leaving tomorrow."

The old man turned to leave, Dean right beside him. Seconds before they had disappeared behind the door the priest's grandson turned around and winked at the former angel, leaving him oblivious to the hurry in the masked Alastair's step.