I couldn't wait until a few days to post the chapter, so I decided to put it up today. However, this does not mean there will be a new chapter every day. Most likely I'll post them as I finish them, though if I write more than one chapter at a time then I'll wait a few days before updating. Once again, my tumblr is Apotheosize, where I will be making gifsets and photosets for the story. You can find them under the tab on the left called "Redemption."

Connor really hadn't expected to turn around from the window and see someone standing a whole foot from his face. Sure, he was used to other prisoners getting up in his personal space and guards coming in and out of the room, as well as the infirmary workers themselves, but this was new.

For one, Connor didn't even hear the guy walk up behind him, which was weird. Connor noticed everything like that, and was always aware of his surroundings. For two, the man was staring at him. Creepily.

The inmate took a quick large step to the side, putting him away from the newcomer without having to press his back against the wall. Sending a quick glance over to his brother Murphy to make sure he was alright, his mouth open in order to speak, but it quickly closed upon seeing the look on his twin's face. Murphy looked positively spooked out, and that wasn't an expression Connor was used to seeing.

"Connor MacManus."

The voice broke Connor out of his state of confusion, making his head snap back in order to give the guy his full attention. "Umm, yeah?"

Murphy made a small sound of discomfort when the man's eyes landed on him, and Connor had to resist the urge to step between them. So far, Connor hadn't seen the guy do anything threatening. Still, there was definitely something off about him.

"And you're Murphy MacManus, correct?"

Connor had to give the man another close look. He had on a suit under the odd overcoat, but there was no suitcase with him, so it was doubtful that the guy was a lawyer of some sort. He could be a fan, but the stare he was giving didn't come off as excited or awe, so that was out. The man could have been sent to break them out, but considering he had to actually ask to make sure who the twins were, that didn't seem likely. The only other possibility that Connor could think of was that the guy was there to kill them off, and if it weren't for the fact that the guy had no aggression in his posture, the older twin would be worried.

Even so, Murphy still seemed to be creeped out. The younger twin didn't even speak, instead just nodding his head and scooting a little on his cot, closer to Connor even though there was a few feet between them.

"Who the hell are you?"

No one ever said that Connor was exactly good with people and making first impressions, now have they? Sure, he was usually the more charming of the twins, but charm didn't get you very far in prison.

The man nodded, his gaze moving back over to Connor. "Castiel," he answered, the deep voice making the name sound even more weird than it already was. Honestly, who named their child Castiel? Connor's mind immediately came up with the Angel with the same name, but he pushed the useless information aside.

There was a long moment of silence before Connor nodded slowly, his eyebrows furrowing. "Alright. And what do you want with us?" Usually people automatically gave that kind of information after stating their name, but alright.

Castiel pushed his shoulders back and tilted his chin up slightly, making him seem much bigger than he actually was. The guy was only a few inches shorter than Connor himself, but he could clearly use his off-putting traits to his advantage.

"I'm here to keep you off the wrong path, essentially."

Murphy apparently found his voice again, because he decided to finally speak up. "Keep us off the wrong path? You do realize we're in a shitty prison, yeah?" It was a good point, and Connor nodded in order to second the comment.

"I could care less about this," Castiel responded, though the look on his face as he observed the bars suggested otherwise. "Considering your work of following God's Will, it's unlikely that you would stray to the path of damnation, but the risk is too great to ignore it."

Connor's body tensed up, and alarms started going off in his head. Yeah, the twins had gotten dreams that they believed to be God speaking to them, but no one ever believed that. Sure, people accepted that the Saints were killing those that were evil, but they never actually thought that God had spoken to them. So maybe this guy was batshit, or he firmly believed that God had told them to destroy evil. And what risk?

"Ignore what? What the fuck is there to ignore?" Connor's eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward, pushing himself back into Castiel's personal space, even though the guy apparently didn't mind.

"You could bring about the end of the world. Both of you. You're the key to my fallen brothers walking the earth once more." His tone was a mixture of being serious and annoyed at the same time.

Now this was just getting too weird for his liking. And considering the stuff that Connor has been through, that's saying something. "You've got to be kidding. Fallen brothers? Who the fuck are you?"

From the look on Castiel's face, this wasn't the first time he's been asked that question. "I'm an Angel of the Lord."

Okay, yeah, so he was batshit.

Connor actually laughed, but it seemed like Murphy had other ideas. The younger twin all but shot off of his bed, the color drained from his face. Even so, Connor didn't question if he was alright until after he finished laughing his ass off.

"You alright, dear brother?"

"Con, I really don't think-"

"I'm sure it's just fine. Obviously he's down here for some meds." Connor looked down at Castiel with raised eyebrows. Surprisingly enough, the man didn't look upset or put off by the fact that he was just laughed at. In fact, he only managed to look more annoyed.

"You follow the Will of God, and yet you don't believe there are Angels?"

Connor's lips turned up in a smirk as he shrugged his shoulders. "Not for me to say. How the fuck would I know? I haven't met one." Honestly, he had had his own doubts about the whole God aspect of things before, but he mostly ignored those, instead pushing them to the back of his mind. After Rocco died, and then Da, he just wasn't too sure about anything.

Murphy suddenly cleared his throat, grabbing Connor's attention. "He teleported."

"What?" Okay, so that wasn't what Connor had expected his twin to say.

"He just appeared out of fuckin' no where. One second there was nothing, and the next..."

The older brother snorted. Was Murphy actually serious? "Maybe you fell asleep or something. I mean really-"

Castiel took a step back from Connor, his lips turned down in a frown. "Enough," he growled, apparently fed up with being laughed at. "I have no time for this."

For some reason both of the brothers fell silent, their eyes locked on Castiel's figure. They could feel the air buzzing around them before the lights in the room exploded, raining glass down on top of them. If it weren't for the glow that Castiel was emitting, they probably would have ducked and missed the shadow of wings stretching out across the wall behind the man, his chest puffed out.

"I am Castiel, Angel of the Lord, Warrior of God. And you two will listen to me."

"Holy shit."