A/N: Here you are, Guest, more to the story. I hope this is what you were wanting.
Once Sam came up with his 'jump into the Cage with Lucifer in tow' plan he didn't ask Deanna to go back to Lisa; that ship sailed when Deanna found out Lisa had a kid that most certainly wasn't hers because, hello wrong equipment, and while she's good with kids Deanna didn't think she wanted to deal with one on a regular basis.
At any rate, such a suggestion would not be the right one to make at all, not with the way his sister and her angel are always staring at each other.
When he first met Castiel, Sam didn't trust him because a) he was claiming to be an angel, which nobody thought really existed, not even Sam and b) he was always standing in Deanna's personal space, threatening to throw her back in Hell if she didn't cooperate, staring at her with that stony expression and those piercing eyes.
But then the angel started showing humanity – doubts, emotions. He started to see things the way Sam and Deanna have always viewed the world through their battle-weary eyes, started to see that Heaven was beyond corrupt. And, most importantly, Castiel started seeing Deanna and Sam as people, not the Righteous Woman and the Boy With The Demon Blood.
Then Castiel decided he would try to fight off a fricken archangel to give Deanna a shot at stopping Sam from killing Lilith – which, hey, they all knew how that turned out. But the point was, Castiel chose Deanna over Heaven, over all his brothers and sisters.
And he keeps choosing her, every time, leading to this watered down version of himself Sam currently saw being taught how to use a shotgun by Deanna and he couldn't help but smile at how silly he had been. Sure, the angel was a bit strange, and he did come off strong much of the time, but Castiel was clearly good for Deanna. It was about time she had this: a friend, a best friend, perhaps a lover (Sam didn't know the specifics of their relationship and he didn't want to).
So this was good. Sam was going to be leaving his big sister in more than capable hands, in the hands of the angel who rebuilt his sister in more ways than one. And Sam couldn't be happier for it, for him.
When Deanna saw Castiel standing before her, whole and good as new after being blasted into smithereens by Lucifer, saw him revive Bobby, felt his hand caress her cheek as he healed her wounds, the power surge he gained with his regeneration was palpable in the air. And with Heaven short two archangels, with one determined to see the Apocalypse through, she expected Castiel to leave once the job was done, send her packing to live the Apple Pie Life all by herself.
Which was why she was shocked when she felt his hand fit perfectly over the mark on her bicep and pull her up and into a tight embrace, burying his face in her hair, tucking her face into his neck, giving them both a moment to just breathe while they clutched at each other. The heat and press of those arms around her, slowly becoming familiar, allowed Deanna to pretend what just happened was a dream, a horrible, horrible dream.
Until Bobby cleared his throat from somewhere behind them. "If you two are quite finished with your Lifetime moment," he grumbled, heading to his car parked behind the Impala.
Deanna pulled back and looked up at Castiel. "Do – Do you have to go back right away?" she asked a bit tentatively.
"It can wait till morning," he answered with a small, sad smile before opening the passenger door and sliding in, waiting patiently for Deanna to follow Bobby out of the cemetery and back to Sioux Falls.
He stopped by more often than Deanna would think advisable during a civil war, but you won't hear her complaining. Sometimes it was just for a minute, just so Cas could see her face and make sure she was all right. Sometimes he offered to help her and Bobby with the tougher cases, just for a brief respite from the fighting upstairs. Sometimes he stuck around for the whole night, relishing in holding Deanna in his arms or being held by her arms.
No matter the excuse he gave it was never for long, perhaps a day at most, but Deanna knew the real reason behind all of them: Cas just needed a minute away from the fighting, needed to see a friendly face, just needed.
Deanna tried to refrain from asking about how things were going on the warfront; every time she did she was silenced with a searing, desperate kiss. And whom would she be to push the issue, Miss No Chick Flick Moments, when Cas was clutching her so tightly it was hard to breathe? So she gave in, kissed him back just as fiercely because she didn't know when she'd see him next or for how long. And it had to be enough.
A year into the civil war in Heaven – in Earth terms at least – a year without Sammy, there was a knock at Bobby's door. The old man yelled up from the basement for Deanna to get it, so grumbling as she went she opened the door to the last person she would expect to find on the other side.
"Sammy?" Deanna whispered, still not daring to hope. This could, after all, be another dream her traitorous brain had concocted.
Her baby brother smiled back at her almost sheepishly. "Hey De." And with that she was being mauled by a gigantor – not that she had any protests.
"Damn, I've missed you," she muttered, her voice muffled in his chest.
Sam gave a watery chuckle. "Me too, De."
Deanna pulled back, sending a prayer up to Cas to get his feathery ass down here now. "How did you -"
"I have no idea," Sam said. "One minute I'm jumping in the Cage with Michael, the next I'm on Bobby's doorstep."
There's a telltale flutter of wings but the voice they heard wasn't Castiel's. "You called Deanna?" Rachel, Castiel's second-in-command, said.
Turning around, Deanna scowled. Rachel had never liked her; the angel thought she was a distraction to Cas and would drag him down from Grace. "Yeah, for Cas," Deanna couldn't help but growl.
Rachel stepped closer, eyes narrowed. "Castiel is very busy – we are in the middle of a war – I'm sure I can -"
"Yeah, well, you can't because, in case you haven't noticed, I have a Samsquatch behind me who can't possibly be here and I'd much rather Cas handled it -"
Trying to hide that she was holding her angel blade, Rachel stepped even closer, though Deanna heard the sliver of the blade shifting into existence and sliding down her sleeve and into her hand. "And as I said, Castiel does not have time for you human -"
"Rachel," a gravelly voice cut her off harshly from behind her, "Balthazar has agreed to join our cause and requires assistance in relocating some of the weapons."
"Castiel, I -"
"Leave Rachel." And that was so clearly an order Rachel was forced to go, though not before throwing Deanna a dirty look.
Sparing Deanna a brief glance, Castiel turns to Sam. "I have no idea how you got out of the Cage Sam, but with your permission I would like to check something."
Don't get her wrong, Deanna was happy she had Sam back, and she was glad he had no memories of being stuck in the Cage with Michael and Lucifer for over a century, but she could have done without the third degree about her and Cas.
"Would you let it go?" she exclaimed for the thousandth time as she and Sam got out of the Impala, suited up and headed into a police station to get more information for their latest case.
This being Sam of course letting the matter rest was the last thing he'd do. "No Deanna, I won't. It's been two months since we last saw Cas, and you're practically climbing the walls," he pointed out. "And don't even try to deny that you've been praying to him every night, asking if he's okay."
Grumbling, Deanna opened the police station door. "I don't know what you're talking about; you know I don't do that pansy praying shit," she grumped out.
"You're worried," Sam pressed on quietly while they waited for the desk sergeant to come back with the records they needed, "and that's understandable; he's fighting a civil war against Raphael. And from what Bobby's told me, he's never been gone this long without at least stopping by for a quick word."
"Shut your cakehole Sammy before I shut it for you" was Deanna's response before she put on a bright smile and thanked the desk sergeant for the files, turning heel and heading back out to the Impala.
"I hope you know what you're doing Cas," Sam muttered under his breath, walking a few steps behind his sister to give her a moment to calm down at least a little bit before he's stuck in a motel room with her, doing research for the rest of the afternoon.
Up in Heaven, Castiel heard every single prayer Deanna and Sam sent up, and he wanted nothing more than to answer them, but he couldn't
"What's the matter Castiel," Raphael purred dangerously, "worried about your little Righteous Woman?" He dragged his archangel blade along Castiel's throat – or what served as such in their true forms. "Don't fret; she will not be harmed. After all, we still have a job in store for her." He crouched down. "But right now, I'd be a little more worried about you and your little army.
"Did you really think you could win against an archangel? You, a lowly little seraph? Could you be any more naïve?"
Gritting through the pain of the blade cutting into his Grace, Castiel managed to smirk. "I'm not the one you should be focusing on," he grit out in stilted Enochian; "you forget there's still another archangel out there, along with the weapons cash."
And that was the last thing Raphael heard before there was a great flash and a scream, his wings leaving a smoldering imprint in front of Castiel.
"Took you long enough," Castiel grumbled lurching out of the crouch Raphael had him trapped in.
"While I appreciate you posing as the leader of our merry band of rebels, giving the little kiddies all the orders, I don't think I appreciate your sass," Castiel's savior grouched. "And you know you have been spending way to much time with Winchester is you are starting to display such disrespect."
Rubbing at his wounds, healing them, Castiel walked over, grumbling, "Says the one who has been away from Heaven for thousands of years, posing as a Trickster."
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Damn straight!" Gabriel exclaimed, taking that as a victory. "Now get out of here, your fidgeting is making me twitchy; I'll deal with Raphael's army."
Castiel frowned. "By yourself? Are you sure?"
"Really kid? I'm an archangel, and you got Balthy to show up the location of the weapons stash. I'll be fine.
"So go, quit your human's whining."
Inclining his head, more than happy to go, Castiel went back to his vessel before teleporting to Bobby's scrapyard, intent on asking the hunter where Deanna and Sam were headed last.
