Dean blinked away his sleep. Sunlight fell across his face, but he was sure that it was still early in the morning. It had been two days since the incident at the bar. They had arrived back at Bobby's house and were there for no more than an hour when Dean received the long awaited phone call. However it was a strange conversation. In the past Castiel would simply appear when called, but this time he seemed cryptic and distracted. And even more strange he had told Dean to meet him in two days time three states away, at a bus station, and then hung up. After a short and fruitless conversation with Bobby, where they both tried to make conjectures on what the hell was exactly going on, he and Enoch packed and left.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and was met by the now familiar sight of Enoch sitting straight in a chair and staring out the window. Without turning her head she said clearly, "Good morning." It was accentually emotionless, but coming from her it sounded downright cheerful. The last two days had been good between the two. They were finding it easier to talk to each other, and Dean had found an inkling of trust, but the night before had not gone well.

Spending more time with Enoch had made something very apparent to him and as they sat together in the hotel room the night before, Dean had a couple of beers, and decided to bring it up.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes."

"You have a bit of a temper, don't you?"

She looked at him guiltily. "Yes, I try to hide it. We angels are taught to control our emotions, so as not to be hindered by them, like humans are, but for all my years and experience, I have never mastered my temper."

"How old are you?"

"Old… I was one of the first. So I suppose very old."

"Well, you look good for your age." Her vessel couldn't be more than twenty seven, or twenty eight. For her to call herself old was strange.

"So you were around when the Earth was created?"

"No, I am not that old, thank you."

"Ok, what about when man was created?"

"Maybe not how you think, but I do remember that. It was a very good day."

"And you were around when Lucifer was banished and hell was made."

"That was a very bad day." That made Dean laugh a little.

"What does God look like?" Enoch turned toward him somewhat confused and a little shocked by the audacity question.

"I do not know."

"I thought the Seraphim attended God. You can't tell me you never saw him."

"Oh," she nodded. "I see. You should do your research a little more. Two of my six wings cover my eyes. I can perceive him in a way, but it is not as if God has a face like you do."

"Conversations with angels kind of suck, you know. You guys never have a straightforward answer to anything."

"My apologies. Tomorrow we will see Castiel and then may continue on with our task. Perhaps we will both get the answers we are looking for."

"That is another question, actually. Why do you need his help? I mean don't get me wrong, Cas is a great guy to have in your corner, but you're this big time uber-angel. Kind of strange that you would need anyone's help."

"Being Seraphim does not necessarily mean that I am stronger or more powerful than other angels, but I must admit I am as confused as you. I cannot foresee how an inferior will be of much use."

Dean was visibly taken aback. Enoch didn't seem to notice. "Inferior?" he asked.

"Inferior, yes." He scowled at her and she mistook it as a sign of confusion. "He is of lower rank, and a subordinate. Plus taking into consideration his recent history of disobedience, he is definitely not what I would consider an appropriate choice for this mission. I am not even sure why he was brought back into the fold."

"You do realize that's my friend you're talking about, right?"

"Your friend? Not your ally, not your comrade in arms? Your friend?"

"Yeah."

"One does not really hear such a thing often. But be that as it may, Castiel is somewhat unqualified to assist. He may end up be more of a hindrance than anything else. An Arch-Angel would have been of more use."

"Maybe God realized that all his Arch-Angels are just a bunch of douche bags. Have you ever even met Castiel?"

"No."

"Because you have a pretty clear opinion of a guy you never even met before."

"His actions have told me all I need to know."

"I don't believe it! And I had such high hopes for you. You seemed a little different, you know. But you're just like the rest of them."

"What are you talking about?"

"Angels. That's what I'm talking about. Castiel is the only one that I ever met that is worth a damn. The rest of you –"

"You are agitated."

"You bet your feathery ass, I'm agitated. God sent an angelic snob to pal around with me. It's pretty damn aggravating."

"I am not saying that he was not a good soldier. His merits are many, but the fact remains that he disobeyed his orders and turned his back on Heaven."

"Has it occurred to you that if he hadn't we might be ass deep in the Apocalypse right now?"

"I am aware."

"Yeah, but it's all black and white for you guys, isn't it? I know, let's take a tally of all the good angels. All the obedient angels out there. Michael: sitting in a box in hell. Zach: Dead. The last time I saw Raphael, his ass was sitting in the middle of holy fire. Gabriel ran away from you guys, but ended up dying anyway. Anna ripped her grace out and became human because she couldn't stand it, but that wasn't good enough for Heaven. No! She was dragged back there, and turned into some kind of crazy bitch, and… oh yeah, died. Here you are, uber-angel, but that doesn't really amount to much when you think about it."

"That is unfair."

"Oh wait, I forgot one. Uriel. Dead. You should have known him, as I remember you were both in the same business. Wiping out entire cities without a care. You and Uriel could have been best friends."

He didn't know how it happened, but she was suddenly on him. Impossibly fast, she had him by the collar. She slammed him against the wall, knocking the beer out of his hand and the breath out of his chest.

"Don't you ever compare me to him," she yelled into his face. "Uriel killed his own kind in cold blood. He is a murderer." He glared at her, that familiar defiance in his eyes.

"If the shoe fits." She slammed him against the wall again and then dropped him.

"That is not me, it was never like that. It was never supposed to be like that." Her voice wandered off as she paced the room. She turned sharply toward him, and Dean had the fleeting, horrible feeling that he might have to defend himself against her. He climbed to his feet as quick as he could, trying to ready himself for a rush, but she just sighed and seemed to struggle against tears. "I was not created to be a Battlefield Angel, or a destroyer of worlds. I was a Principality, a teacher. I was to teach humans of the great wisdom of Heaven." He stared at her still not convinced that she wasn't going to attack, but she simply sank onto the bed. Dean relaxed a bit. He could see in her eyes that she was remembering something. Something bad. "It was my penitence," she whispered averting her eyes.

"What happened?"

She breathed in deeply, preparing herself. She had never had to put it all into words.

"I and a selection of my brethren were chosen to descend to Earth and bestow our knowledge to a certain man. He was a good man, brilliant and kind; and he took in everything we gave him so easily. We each had our subject to teach; mathematics, arts, sciences, everything. But it was more for me. This man and I became close. He became my friend… and I betrayed him. I was supposed to teach him strategies and the art of battle so the faithful could defend themselves from those that wished them harm."

"But you didn't," Dean nodded his understanding.

"No, I did. I did what I was told. It was my duty, but I underestimated human will. It was not long after we had ascended that the faithful were striking out at those around them. Using what I had given to wipe out others. Sometimes they fought in the name of their kings or countries, but then sometimes… sometimes they used the name of God to destroy one another." Her eyes came back to his in an intense glare. "Dean Winchester, I taught your kind how to war."

"You didn't know."

"And that fact is the only thing that saved me from the pit. Instead I was demoted, I guess. To redeem myself, I would have to be present on the battlefields destroying all those touched by the evil I had unleashed."

"Shit, E. That's your job?"

"Only for a hundred thousand years. Would have been less, but it turned out that I was actually very good at wiping out human life. When things changed, when God became a little less vengeful and a little more loving, he decided to take a step back from the wars of man, and suddenly I was without a job. That is when I was elevated to Seraphim. It was my reward for my faith and obedience." A silence stretched out between them. Dean felt terrible for antagonizing her. He, better than most, understood how she felt about her past. She could have been something different, should have been, but was turned into a killer.

Suddenly he laughed.

"I'm sorry, but this just kills me. Here you are, THE angel, you know. One of the top celestial beings and you still have baggage and daddy issues." She sighed and nodded.

"I do wish it was all true; the romanticized idea of angels that humans have. We are supposed to be these beautiful creatures with brilliant, glorious white wings. We are supposed to visit humans and give them mercy and love, but we are nothing like that. You know, if an angel appears, you may very well be doomed. It is all a lie."

"I wouldn't say that. It's not all a lie." Dean sat next to her. "You are beautiful, and I bet you do have a great set of wings." Enoch laughed. It wasn't a musical sound. It wasn't like bells or a lovely hymn. It was just an honest, almost human, laugh.

Now, in the light of morning, they both saw each other a little different. He was no longer just her mission, a means to get back to Heaven, and she was no longer just an ass that showed up on his front porch and destroyed his happiness.

"You seem weird this morning, like happy or something." He said sitting up and stretching.

"I took a shower."

"What?"

"I noticed last night that when unable to transit realms, vessels begin to smell. So I took a shower. It was intriguing."

"What time is it?"

"Seven twenty three in the AM and 45 seconds… now."

"Cas said to meet him at ten, so I think that leaves us time for breakfast."

A half hour later they were both sitting in a booth at Flo's Diner. It was a twenty-four-hour kind of joint, with an over the top fifties motif. Enoch sat quietly as Dean drank his coffee and addressed the waitress. She stared at everything around her moving her head from side to side like some kind of bird.

"I'll have the special," Dean glanced at Enoch with an uncertain look, "and she is going to have the pancake breakfast." The waitress smiled as she wrote, gave him a little wink, called him 'suga,' and left. As she walked away Enoch leaned forward.

"I do not eat."

"Well today you are."

"Why? It is unnecessary."

"Sometimes doing unnecessary things is what it's all about. You'll like it, trust me."

Her eyes narrowed uncertain, but she didn't say another word about it. Instead she decided to continue her silent observations. This was fine with Dean, he had the makings of a headache and a little quiet would be nice. He figured they had done enough talking the night before. So he occupied himself with the local newspaper for a while until he heard a low "hmmmm…" Lowering the paper, Enoch's expression was almost laughable. She was staring past him, eyebrows furrowed and head cocked to one side. He could almost see the wheels turning.

"Problem?"

"How prevalent are vampires in your culture?"

"Not a lot, why?"

Enoch, still staring, pointed over his shoulder. "That girl seems to be devouring that boy's face and no one is taking issue." Dean jerked around ready for blood and gore, but saw instead two teenagers, who obviously had been out all night, making out in a corner booth. He turned back around with a grumpy sigh.

"First of all, don't point. It's rude. And second, they're just making out. Kissing, you know, not really a big deal."

"This pressing your face to another's, this is common?"

"Yes." He was starting to feel uncomfortable.

"What is its purpose?"

"I don't know, E. To show affection. People usually do it to other people they like."

"Do it to others they like?" She was trying to make a connection in her head, trying to understand something so very human. "So you and Castiel kiss regularly."

"What!" His exclamation came out along with a mouth full of coffee. "No! Why… what…, I mean…why would you even go there in your mind?"

"Last night you said that Castiel was your friend. Do you not like your friends?"

Dean's hands came to his face. His headache was getting worse. "Not like, like that. Cas is my friend so yeah, I like him. But you don't kiss people you like; you kiss people you like like." Enoch cocked an eyebrow at him fully convinced he was simply talking nonsense. But then she made the connection.

"Oh! A prelude to procreation." She was quite happy with herself.

"That's what I love about you, E. You're a romantic. It doesn't always end up in 'procreation,' but yeah, you get the drift."

"If there is no guarantee of procreation, then why do it at all? What kind of purpose would such a thing have if-"

"Hey, you know what! Let's just say it's a human thing and leave it there." She nodded and sat back thinking. Suddenly her face broke into a half smile.

"Your kind is fascinating. I have always thought so and being here again, reminds me of why I was so eager to come the first time."

"This a vacation for you?"

"Hardly, but for the last two thousand plus years, I have only known my fellow Seraphim and God. It is one thing to know in your head every creature to ever roam Earth; it is another being among it all."

"You've only been around four other people for the last two thousand years?"

"Two thousand plus."

"That just… I mean, that just sucks. Not even other angels?"

"No, but life as a Seraphim does not, as you say… suck. It is a gift and privilege." She made a valiant effort, but something in her eyes convinced Dean that she did not totally believe that comment. Perhaps he would have pushed the issue if the food hadn't arrived at that moment. The plates were put down in front of them each smelling of delicious breakfast goodness, but Enoch stared at hers with a dubious expression.

"You alright? You know what all that is?"

"Yes. Pig fat, unfertilized chicken embryos, and-"

"No, it's bacon, scrambled eggs and pancakes." He picked up the syrup dispenser and poured a good amount over her pancakes. "Eat, you'll thank me later."

By 9:50 Dean and Enoch were walking across a courtyard in the center of a large bus station. The throng of people seemed to unnerve Enoch a little. She stayed close to Dean, for him at times uncomfortably close, and kept her hands firmly in her pockets. She followed Dean to the center of the courtyard where he suddenly stopped and started to look around in circles.

"What are you looking for?" Enoch asked as he stepped up on a bench to get a better view.

"A nerd in a trench coat."

"I do not know what that means."

Dean ignored her, still searching. She stepped back, venturing away from him. The interaction of so many was fascinating. A man in a pen striped suit brushed past her in a rush mumbling "excuse me" under his breath. A college student walked by with his headphones playing loudly; she followed him a little trying to hear clearly the song he was listening to, but she was quickly distracted by a vending cart full of tourist nick-knacks. Enoch picked up a postcard with a picture of a sunset over a beach. She sighed and replaced the postcard and as she looked up, a little boy holding his mother's hand caught her eye. He was sucking his thumb and standing as close to his mother as possible. He stared up at her intently almost as in awe, then popped the thumb from his mouth and waved. She waved back awkwardly and turned to walk back.

Dean had not been successful in spotting Castiel. "I don't see him, how about you?" No answer. He looked down to his side, but found that Enoch had gone. "Great," he said jumping down from the bench. Now he had two angels to find. He glanced down at his watch. Ten A.M. on the dot.

"Alright Castiel, where are you?"

"Here," Dean jumped startled and turned toward that gruff familiar voice. Castiel stood close behind him. "Hello, Dean." He wasn't looking at Dean, instead his eyes darted back a forth scanning the crowd.

"Hey, uh, good to see you. Kind of hard to get a hold of you."

"I've been busy."

"With what?" Castiel's eyes for the first time focused on Dean with a strange intensity.

"War," and with that he returned to his scanning.

"What are you doing?"

"Tracking."

"Tracking what?"

"Not what, who. Another angel, a criminal. Dean, I don't think you called me just to make small talk. You said you needed my help."

"Uh right," Dean quickly looked around for Enoch and spotted her, standing very still, staring off. "One sec." He went to her and grabbed her by the arm. "What are you doing?"

She gently pulled her arm from his grasp and pointed. He followed her gaze and saw a young couple across the courtyard. It was hard to tell if they were saying good-bye or hello, but they were saying it passionately.

"This again?" he sighed.

"They have been touching each other and pressing their faces together for about five minutes now." The couple decided that they were done kissing and walked away hand in hand. "Why does your kind constantly touch? It is rather… baffling."

"Look, you gotta stop this. You're turning into a voyeur and it's creeping me out. Come on." She pulled her gaze away and followed him back to Castiel, who had not budged. "Okay," Dean said coming up to him. "This is what I called you about; this is E."

Castiel glanced at her up and down uninterested and then returned to his search. "Hello."

"That's it?" Dean asked confused.

"What would you like me say? I don't understand why you want to introduce me to your new girlfriend."

"She's not my new- What are you…" he turned to Enoch. "What's going on?"

"My camouflage is still activated."

"Well, turn it off and help me out here," He hissed at her.

Castiel was not paying attention to them, but suddenly put a hand up to silence them. "Excuse me, I have to go."

"What?"

"I found him." He was gone.

"Damn it, where the hell," Dean exclaimed looking around. Enoch pointed with an out stretched arm.

"He is across the courtyard, chasing another angel. I cannot see who, but I think-"Her face suddenly fell. "Oh no." Without warning she was off running in the direction she was pointing. Dean stood completely dumbfounded shaking his head. He lifted his eyes to the sky.

"Why?"

He took off after Enoch, but found it hard to keep up with her. She was faster than him, but also she was smaller and more nimble, weaving in and out of the crowd easily. But he could see her dark ponytail bobbing up and down and continued to charge forward until she disappeared through a door. When Dean came upon it he could see that she had pulled it hard enough to smash the lock.

On the other side, a hallway and a series of utility offices stretched out before him. The hallway made an abrupt turn, from where the muffled sounds of struggle could be heard. Dean decided that it might be prudent to go about this cautiously. The metal detector at the front entrance of the bus terminal made it impossible for him to carry any kind of weapon that would be worth a damn in this situation.

He crossed the length of the hallway as quietly as he could and as he turned the corner he saw that in fact Castiel was fighting with another guy, presumably another angel. Cas's nose was bloodied and he was looking somewhat more disheveled than usual, but the other guy didn't look too good either. They were tangled together, each with their daggers at the ready. With a swift kick to the stomach the other angel disarmed Castiel and the blade went skidding across the floor to Enoch's feet. She was standing a little ways off with distress covering her face watching the goings on.

Dean moved to help, but he was too late. Castiel threaded a foot under his opponent's and threw him to the ground effectively pinning him and successfully wrestling the dagger from his grasp. Castiel raised it high for his final strike, but just then Enoch sprang into action. She grabbed his arm and pulled him off the other.

Castiel was completely surprised. He threw her off causing Enoch to fall, sprawling across the floor, but by the time he had turned back the other angel had escaped. He gritted his teeth and grred in frustration. He rounded on the girl but she had already gotten to her feet and was waiting for him. She was smaller than he, but her infuriated glare bore into him.

"That was very stupid," he said advancing on her. She came at him with matching fury.

"I agree. What did you think you were doing? You could have killed him."

"That was the idea. You have no idea what you have just done. You've meddled into things you cannot begin to understand."

"You would be surprised at what I can and cannot understand; perhaps you should explain yourself."

Castiel raised the dagger. "I do not explain myself to you."

The blade hovered inches from her nose, but Enoch's glare did not flinch. "Stand down, soldier." Her voice was a clear threat. His eyes narrowed angry and now somewhat confused. "I said, stand down." She punched each word like a physical blow.

Dean had watched the whole encounter in a state of mild shock. He had seen angel fights before, but never thought Enoch would stop Castiel. As they started to yell at each other, he hesitated to interfere. He had only seen Cas that angry once before and in that instance Dean himself had been the target of the fury and that had ended with him beaten unconscious. However, watching the two of them staring each other down, his two celestial allies, Dean knew he had to step in.

He approached them all the time telling them to cool down, but they were too involved in yelling at each other to bother to notice him. As he neared he realized that he couldn't understand anything they were saying. Their arguments came out like gibberish to his ears and they weren't responding to any of his words so he decided to go about this in a different way.

"Hey!" he exclaimed in his most authoritative voice. At the same time he stuck his hands in both of their faces snapping loudly. It effectively brought them out of their argument and to his attention. "I don't know what either of you are saying." In her anger Enoch had reverted in Enochian and Castiel had responded in the like without either noticing. "What the hell is going on?"

"That was Forcus. I have been tracking him for a while now." Castiel moved away to retrieve the discarded angel knife.

"Why?" Dean asked following.

"Heaven has fallen into chaos and split into two factions. It was recently discovered that Forcus was in fact loyal to the opposing side."

"You mean like a spy?"

"Yes. He singlehandedly killed five of my brothers, then ran. I've been tracking him since and finally had him, but now…" He turned to Enoch, "It was all for naught."

She did not register his disdainful look though. She was looking away her hand over her mouth. It looked like she had just been hit in the stomach. "He killed them?" Her eyes rose to meet Castiel's. "I am sorry." And then she lifted her face higher and repeated. "I am sorry."

Castiel leaned to Dean and said still angry, "Who is she; why did you ask me here?"

"E," Dean broke her from her trance. "Show him."

Miserably she touched the cross around her neck and though Dean could see no difference, it was clear that Castiel did. He took a shocked step back, not quite believing what he was seeing. It took a moment for him to come to terms with the sight of a Seraphim, but as his brain caught up he remembered himself and quickly averted his eyes.

"I, uh, my apologies. I was not aware," he said to her.

"No need; it was not you that allowed a murderer to escape."

"If I may," he ventured. "Why are you on Earth?"

"God sent me."

"God? Where is he?"

She hesitated.

"Has he not returned?" Castiel shook his head. "I had assumed he had. I do not know where he is. He had sent me away some time ago."

He turned away disappointed.

"Uh, Cas, we really need to talk." Dean said.

"I agree," he said. "But not here and not now. Forcus is injured and weakened. I may be able to still find him."

"So you'll meet us later?" Dean asked.

"Yes," then he was gone.

Dean hated that. It was one good thing about Enoch. At least she wouldn't be able to just flit away whenever she felt like it. They decided to go back to the hotel to wait for Castiel. The rest of the day turned out to be a quiet one. It was clear to him that Enoch felt very guilty for what she did, and was so preoccupied by it that she would only give him one word answers. But how do you comfort an angel who royally screwed up and knew it?

By the time Castiel returned, it had grown very dark and Dean had fallen asleep. Enoch sat quietly on the floor with her legs folded under her watching the TV intently. It was showing the movie, The Quiet Man, an old John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara flick. It was the iconic scene between the two where John Wayne's character tames the fiery tempered redhead with a forceful kiss. Enoch's eyebrows furrowed as she thought that the behavior didn't seem quite right. The female had not even given him permission to touch her. With a sigh she clicked off the TV and said to herself, "Humans are very strange."

"You get used to them." She tilted her head toward the corner of the room. It was Castiel standing in the shadows. She stood to her full height to face him, but he averted his eyes again and walked to Dean's side, shaking him. Dean awoke with a shot. Seeing Cas, he relaxed a little.

"Took you long enough," he said rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Forcus was smarter than I thought. Took a while."

"Did you get him?"

"Yes."

There was a silent pause… "Alright," Dean said. "Well, I guess there is a lot of explaining to do."

For the next three hours Dean and Castiel told each other that had happened over the past year. Castiel told Dean of the war raging in Heaven between those who wish to negate all that the Winchester brothers and their compatriots had done and bring about the Apocalypse again, and those fighting against the chaos; and Dean told Castiel all that had happened with Enoch; how she showed up, the mission from God, and their need of his help.

"I'm a little busy right now." Castiel finally said.

"Sounds like it, but it seems like whatever this is, we can't do it without you. And this is for Sam, you know. If there is a chance to get him out of there, we gotta take it."

"It's not that easy, Dean, I can't just drop everything and go off with you."

"We're not exactly asking that. I'm just asking that you're there when I need you."

"I can't guarantee anything-"

"Come on," Dean interjected. "You know that if it were the other way around Sam would be there for you." This made Castiel hesitate. He knew that was true. Both Dean and Sam had helped him and Heaven just as much as he helped them. They were his friends. "Think about it for a sec. I have to pee."

As he walked to the bathroom he caught the eye of Enoch who had been sitting on the edge of the bed the whole time. He had almost forgotten about her as she had not spoken a word for hours. He thought that perhaps he shouldn't leave the two alone for fear of another fight, but he thought better of it. Instead he simply shot her a look as if to tell her to behave herself.

The two angels sat silently in the dim room for a beat before Castiel spoke up.

"You feel guilty about what happened earlier today."

"Yes," Enoch said.

"You needn't be. He did not get far before I found him again."

"That is not why I feel guilty. I had no doubt that you would find him. I feel guilty because God gave me few instructions, one of which was to trust you, and I did not." The silence returned. Enoch staring at Castiel and him staring at the floor. "Would it be easier for you to look me in the eye if I were to activate my camouflage?"

"It is mandated not to look upon Seraphim."

"That is mandated in Heaven. We are not in Heaven and from what you have said the rules there do not seem to be worth much anymore. After all, you have broken heavenly mandate before." Castiel slowly raised his stare to meet hers.

More silence.

"I had started to think God had died, or had abandoned us."

"I know," she hesitated slightly before finishing her thought. "He knows."

At that moment Dean appeared from the bathroom. He didn't hesitate at all, but simply stood in front of Castiel.

"Well?"

Castiel sighed standing to meet Dean eye to eye. "Of course I will help you."

Dean looked over his shoulder at Enoch. "This good with you?" She nodded. "What now?"

"Now you give me some time." She stood and crossed to the door grabbing her coat on the way. "I must find holy ground, and receive more instructions." With that she was gone. The moment the door closed behind her, Castiel rounded on Dean.

"Do you know what she is?"

"Ah, yeah, kind of. Seraphim, right?"

"She is more than that. She is somewhat of a legend, the perfect example of obedience. Do you know anything of her past?"

Dean nodded. "She told me. It was a real fairy tale kind of story. How rare is it for Seraphim to come to Earth?"

"It's never happened before. Why did he send her?"

"Great question, unfortunately no one has an answer, not even E. You're not kidding about the obedience thing. According to her, she was told to find me and she just did. She doesn't even really know why."

"But you trust her?"

"Should I? I mean, you tell me, she's your family."

"No. Seraphim are not like other angels; they're not seen the same. They are not our brothers or sisters."

"So you've got nothing to tell me."

"I can tell you this," Cas became very serious, his voice carrying the weight of a warning. "If what I have heard of her is true, and she is in fact sent here by God, you can be sure that she will do whatever he tells her no matter what it is."

Silence fell as Dean contemplated what that statement implied. Then his phone rang. Looking down at the little screen, he cracked a smile.

"It's Lisa, I gotta take this."

"Very well," Castiel replied. "I should return to Heaven anyway."

"Hey," Dean suddenly said turning to him. "It's nice to have you around again."

Castiel didn't say anything in reply; he just locked Dean in a stare that was either fond affection or pure annoyance, and then was gone; the quiet sound of flapping wings heralding his departure.