CHAPTER 3

"Sam! Dean!" The loud and panicked voice of Castiel yelled, echoing off the metal walls of the bunker. Out of instinct, both Dean and Sam jumped out of their beds and snatched their weapons as they both burst out of their rooms. The two men glanced at each other before tumbling down the hallway and into the dungeon where they had heard the panicked cry. There, before them stood the figure in the trenchcoat, staring at the empty chair in the middle of the room covered in ropes that had clearly been cut.

"No, no, no, no…" Sam mumbled as he walked over to the chair. He looked down at the devil's trap and inspected it. That was strange, there was no scratches or spaces in it, which meant the demon could not have gotten out. Unless… It wasn't a demon.

"Cas! How the hell did this happen? I thought you secured him?" Dean snapped angrily and turned to the angel. Cast stepped back slightly, knowing not to be near Dean when he was angry.

"I tied him down, Dean. Quite securely. I even used the Google search engine to see how to tie a double knot." Castiel blurted out defensively.

"Okay, guys, leave it for now. We have to find him, I locked down the bunker last night so he should still be in here." Sam interrupted their little feud as he stood up and checked the amount of silver bullets in his gun. "Dean, you got the demon knife, right?" Dean nodded in response and pulled out the ancient knife, getting into a sort of attack stance.

"Alright, come on. And be careful." Sam said slowly, taking the lead as he walked up the metal stairs as quietly as he could and found himself in the main room. The young Winchester made a motion with his hands. Dean and Cas spread out, looking through every room. Oddly, there was no sign of 'John.'

Sam looked over as the hunter and angel came back, disappointed and weary looks on their faces. They looked around anxiously, silence falling upon them.

"I don't think-" Castiel said, before he was cut off. An arm wrapped around his throat and pulled him back. Castiel struggled against the strong grip, but sadly could not escape as a sharp blade was pressed against his back.

"Cas!" Dean yelled and spun around, pulling out the demon knife. Sam aimed the gun up, cocking it, and staring directly into the eyes of his… father. He blinked a couple of times and shook his head.

"Don't move, or I'll send this blade right through 'im!" John growled. Castiel arched his back slightly, looking to Dean and Sam who slowly put their weapons down. He already knew they were planning to do something, so right before they put the plan into action, he spoke.

"Dean, Sam, wait!" He hissed, causing them to freeze to the spot. "This is-" John jabbed him in the back. Cas growled and there was a sudden burst of light, John was sent flying back and landed near the stairs.

John groaned and rubbed his head. He looked at Sam and Dean, studying them. Sam's hair was much longer than the last time he had seen him, Sam was much taller and Dean looked.. Well, he kind of looked the same. But John knew one thing, by the way they spoke, by the way they looked at him with uncertainty, by the way they even stood. That was them. His eyes widened slightly when he stood up, waving the kitchen knife in his hand at Cas.

"What are ya waitin' for, boys?! Gank him!" John snapped instantly. Dean and Sam didn't move. "Boys?"

"Shifter or Demon? Or somethin' else?" Dean snapped back, taking a step forward and fiddling with the knife in his hand.

"I dunno what he is, but just kill 'im already!" John motioned towards Cas, who furrowed his eyebrows and looked to Sam and Dean in confusion.

"He's talking about you." Sam said, glaring at the other. That received a confused look. John scoffed and stood up.

"I'm a human. I'm your dad, for Christ's sake!" That received an eye roll from Dean, who had a small smirk on his face.

"If you're really my dad, what did you get me for my 15th birthday?" Dean gave John a smug and triumphant look.

"A Glock 19, 9mm semi automatic pistol. It was for your big huntin' trip in Massachusetts," John replied in a monotone voice. "Werewolf case, we found an entire pack in an abandoned butcher in Springfield." he added.

Dean and Sam went silent. Every word he had said was correct, but that couldn't be possible. Right? It couldn't be him… Could it?

"When did… When did mom die?" Sam said. John's expression darkened a bit, and he managed to muster up enough courage to speak.

"November 2nd, 1983. Worst day of my life. I told Dean to grab you and run… I-I almost didn't make it out of there." He replied.

"Dad…?" Sam said quietly, his voice cracking like a pubescent teeanger. John just smiled and nodded slightly, tears pricking at the corner of his eye. Sam rushed forward and immediately wrapped his arms around his father.

"Hey, Sammy…" John replied softly, wrapping his arms back around the young one. This sweet moment lasted for a couple of minutes, them just standing there embracing each other. Castiel stood there, completely confused. Dean, meanwhile, was furious with his father and wouldn't even spare him a glance. So it was him. But how? It shouldn't be possible. It shouldn't!

John blinked a couple of times before he gently shoved Sam off of him, snatching the gun and standing in front of his sons protectively. He aimed the gun at Cas, who didn't have enough time to react.

"Dad, no!" Sam screamed before the gunshot went off. The bullet just barely grazed Castiel's neck, who stood there without a reaction. John fired two more times, hitting the angel directly in the chest. There was strangely no reaction.

Dean yanked the gun from John's hands and looked over at Cas, who just raised an eyebrow in displeasure. He looked back at John.

"What the hell!?" Dean was close to smacking his father, but managed to suppress his anger. John glared directly into Dean's eyes.

"He is a monster, Dean! Why are ya runnin' around befriending the things we're supposed to be killin'! Next thing I know you befriended a vampire! Or slept with a demon! Or a werewolf!" JOhn snarled. Dean's eyes widened a bit. Oops.

Laughter. The three looked over to see Castiel giggling uncontrollably. John scowled at him, clenching his fist.

"What do ya find so funny, monster?" He frowned. Cas shook his head and took a step forward.

"Mister Winchester, I do not believe you understand; I am no monster. I am… was an Angel of the Lord. My name is Castiel." The angel n a trenchcoat replied with a proud- yet sad- smile.

"Angel? There ain't no such thing as Angels!" John denied. He had never heard of an angel. "If you are an angel, where's your halo, eh? What about your harp? Your wings?"

At the thought of his wings, anger and sadness built up inside of Castiel.

"You are unable to see my wings, due to your senses being too dull to perceive them." Cas replied as calmly as he could.

"Yeah, whatever. Dean, why's he here?" John turned to his eldest son, who let out a heavy sigh. He shook his head.

"Dad, he's telling the truth. Believe me, he is not a monster." Sam spoke up. John went quiet, looking between his two sons and the creature before him.

"Prove it." He said grimly. "Prove to me you are what you say you are, and I won't hurt you." John crossed his arms. Castiel let out a quiet, sad sigh.

"Cas, don't listen to h-" Dean said, before he was cut off. Light began glowing from Cass and soon illuminated the room. Behind the frail figure, large shadows of wings began to unfurl from it's back. The wings seemed skeletal, with sharp feathers falling from it constantly. In a loud, booming voice Castiel said,

"Do not test my strength, John Winchester. If you ask me to prove to you what and who I am ever again, I will not hesitate to smite you." Slowly, the wings began to fold back in and the light faded. John stared at him, completely shocked. He never had expected for Angels to be real, I mean sure Demons were, but Angels…? Wow, a lot had changed since he was last on Earth. A lot.

After a long drifting moment of silence, Dean cleared his throat.

"So, dad," he said slowly. "We should probably get you caught up on things."

Hey, everyone! I apologise deeply for not updating lately, life is pretty busy. Tell me how you liked the chapter and give me some feedback! (Do you think Cas should have done the wing thing? I dunno, I don't like it but it's the one way I thought of that Castiel could've done to prove himself to John. The ending to this chapter is pretty bad, sorry!)