A/N: This all started as a dream I had a little while ago. ( the first part, with the trucks? that actually happened ot me, minus the guy being a demon. And I keep having Castiel dreams, so Im going to keep on updating Enjoy.

Supernatural! Love this show! ( Especially Castiel)

Major Charecter Death in this chapter. You have been warned

I did use an actual Angel name. I have slightly tweaked the world and what happened in the Supernatural realm. I did try to stay relativly close to everyone's personalities. Do you know how hard it is to write Castiel?

I just write what makes me happy, and this story makes me all kinds of giddy.

So, please read and Review!


"So how the hell do we burn this guy?" Dean asked, sweet and to the point. Sam's eyebrow rose as he turned to look at his shorter older brother, and Dean shrugged, looking from Sam to Cas. Amitiel just waited patiently behind Castiel, watching everyone with wide, curious eyes.

"He's a demon, Dean. Easy to kill." Castiel said, the sarcasm dripping from his voice. Dean and Sam's eyes widened as they rounded on the angel, and Amitiel laughed, a soft sound from behind the large trench coat wearing form of her older brother.

"Well, when you put it like that…." Dean responded, glaring into the angel before him. Sam placed a hand on his brother, and Dean took a step away from Castiel, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair.

"So you are saying this is just a demon?" Sam asked, leaving a question unanswered between the two of them. Castiel glared at the large long haired Winchester before him before nodding, once. It was Sam's turn to sigh as he leant on the Impala behind him. It creaked and settled, accepting the weight of the rather tall Winchester, and it broke the sudden silence.

"Well, lets exorcise the hell out of him." Dean said, opening the trunk and the secret panel that held all of the weapons, as Castiel and Amitiel walked with him. Castiel watched, silent, as Dean grabbed a flask of holy water, the demon knife, and salt.

"Do you really think he is going to let you get near him?" Castiel asked, quietly, as Sam joined his brother, picking up a gun and then discarding it for his customary pistol. Amitiel watched, quiet and peaceful, as the boys divided the weapons between them. Castiel took nothing.

"Well, that's why we are going after him." Sam said, and at this Castiel gripped Dean's arm and pulled him closer to him, his eyes wide.

"No." Castiel said, and Dean raised an eyebrow, ignoring the fact that Castiel had almost ripped his jacket open to get his point across.

"No? Who the hell asked you, Cas? We said we are going to get him, then we are going to get him. We are not your solders'. We are your friends." Dean said, and at the word ' friend' Castiel winced, a flash of pain flitting across his features before his uncaring mask settled back into place. Amitiel's eyes narrowed on that emotion, her attention drawn to it as she shifted closer to her big brother.

"Please, don't go. Not yet." Castiel asked, and both Dean and Sam turned to the Angel again as they recognized the fact that Castiel said 'please'. Dean and Sam glanced at the other, passing a form of communication not ever the angels could translate, before both pinning Castiel down with their slightly confused gazes.

"I thought you wanted this guy buried." Dean asked, and Castiel's gaze snapped to his, locking and trying to convey a message to the older Winchester, one that Castiel must not have realized he was trying to say. Amitiel gasped at the truth that was in Castiel's eyes, and she glanced quickly between the two, noting the muted glow in Dean's eyes. She then smiled, nodding softly to herself as Castiel sighed.

"I do." He said, and Sam shifted restlessly to lean against the car again.

"Then why don't…." Dean asked, and Castiel let go of Dean's jacket, but did not move away, choosing to stay inside of his personal bubble. He looked down at the ground, thinking, as Amitiel watched, curious.

"I don't want you to go alone, Dean." Castiel whispered, his eyes lifting from the dirty pavement to meet Dean's green gaze. Dean's mouth inched upwards into a tiny smile as it was his turn to look at the pavement, before he turned to Amitiel, scrutinizing her with his gaze.

"And you, little lady, are too quiet." He said, pointing at her, and she smiled at him, tugging lightly on her hair.

"There is little to say. I found my brother, I found you two, and I am safe. Nothing can touch me, right?" She said, turning to her brother, her smile dimming. Castiel gently pulled her close, nodding as he glanced down at her then defiantly up to Dean. Dean smirked, raising both his hands in the air in the common ' don't hurt me' gesture, as he placed a hand on the cool black metal of the still open trunk to the Impala.

"So, battle master, when do you want to take out the big bad wolf?" Dean asked, and Castiel shrugged, letting go of his sister to walk towards the elder brother. Dean moved away from Castiel's hand, ducking the fingers aimed towards his forehead.

"No, no, no more angel express. We are driving where we need to go." Dean said, crossing his arms as Sam chuckled behind them. Castiel concentrated on Dean's face, a look of confusion locking into place as he cocked his head slightly to the side. Amitiel stayed quiet, looking between the two as she gently placed a hand on her brothers warm back.

"Cas?" she asked softly, and he turned towards her, looking down on her with a look of concern as she smiled up at him. Sam sighed, moving towards the passenger side as Dean walked towards the drivers side.

"Dean." Castiel said, turning towards the elder Winchester, as Amitiel slipped into the back seat, smiling briefly at Sam as he turned to watch the two still outside of the Impala.

"Are they always like this?" Amitiel asked Sam, watching the other two as well. Dean slammed Castiel against the car, making it rock on its shocks and groan as it resettled, and Sam's eye brows shot upwards as Dean kept Castiel pinned. He glanced at the younger angel in the backseat before nodding.

"Dean needs to realize his feelings, or he is going to get them both hurt. Castiel more than himself." Amitiel said, settling into the soft leather as she closed her eyes, humming softly. There was the sound of a door opening, and then a comforting presence slipped into the seat beside her as the door slammed closed.

"Amy?" Castiel murmured, his voice rougher than normal and his heartbeat escalated. The woman opened her eyes, looking upon her brother and holding back a smirk at his ruffled hair and even messier trench coat. His face flushed as he self consciously smoothed a hand down the coat, putting the wrinkles back into order. The driver side door opened, and Dean slid into the car, starting her up and cranking the tunes.

"So, where we to Cas?" Dean asked, glancing into the rear view mirror to meet the dark haired angels gaze. Castiel glanced over at his sister before looking at Dean again.

"Indiannapolis, Indiana." Castiel said, and Dean shrunk in his seat as Sam groaned, letting his head fall against the thick glass of the window, his breath fogging it up.

"Indiana? Really?" Dean whined, and Castiel's eyes narrowed as he nodded once.

"It would be quicker if I…" He said, and Dean quickly drowned him out the rock and roll. Amitiel smiled, shifting closer to lean on her big brother as she watched the scenery start to race by.


"So we are going to have guests, boys." The yellow eyed demon said, smirking as he leant on the table. The weaker demons before him nodded, hollow eyed and waiting for his orders. Xanther was still splattered all over the lawn, and the hell hounds were busy fighting over the bones that were still almost completely intact.

"So, I want this place picked up. No more take out; no signs of what we have in shop, ok?" The demon called, and everyone nodded in union. They drifted, combing through the area and picking up all traces that they were there. The yellow eyed demon lazily walked through the area, watching as his minions worked like the ants that they were.

"Soon, my pet, you will be ripe for the taking." He sneered as he walked back into the house. He ignored the demons that were busy cleaning out the kitchen, the ones picking up the random wreckage and bodies from the living room, and walked straight into the basement, pleased that he was the only one to notice the door. It was flawlessly camouflaged, and he took each step delicately.

"I've just seen a face I cant forget the time or place where we just met, hmmmmmm….." He hummed, walking around the area and setting up the anti angel signals and the rusty rolling table that he had scavenged from a local junkyard. He had everything he needed to create the perfect weapon on the cart, from the boiled pigs' hooves and the baby blood and the hair from a virgin mother. His ancient book of spells sat, prepped and waiting, as he moved through the basement. There was a chair with strong bindings, a jug of holy oil and a lighter set neatly next to it, for emergencies. He picked up the angel blade that he made a minion kill a lesser angel for, and he hefted it, smiling, as he returned it to the cart.

There would be use for that later.

"Sir, the Winchesters' Impala has been spotted." A lesser demon called out from above him, and the yellow eyed demon looked up, smirking. He glanced around one last time at his immaculate dungeon, standing perfectly still on the last step of the stair as he turned to face the stairs, taking them at his leisure as his thoughts swirled in his head.

This was going to be so much fun.

He popped open the door, smoothly slipping out of the sudden gaping hole in the wall and pressing it closed behind his back. No one around him even blinked at his arrival, and he walked quickly towards the front door of the house.

"How soon?" He asked, stepping outside to feel the start to a storm, the wind whipping through the trees surrounding the house and the threatening rumble of a lightning storm gathering at the edge of the sky. He glanced up, smirking again as the rain started to lightly fall on them. The hell hounds whined before they started to stalk the perimeter again, the squelching of the mud under their paws the only sound in the silence.

"I asked a question." The yellow eyed demon asked softly, and a dangerous force suddenly fell onto the gathered demons and they all looked between one another, knowing what happened last time someone delivered news to their master.

"20 minutes tops." Called out a young girl from the back of the gathered demons, and the yellow eyed demons gaze snapped to her thin figure as he smirked, motioning her closer. The others parted for her like she was diseased, watching her with empty eyes as she moved to stand before her taller master.

"You will be the bait. Go sit on the road like a good girl, hmmm?" he said, and she nodded, black eyes replacing her light blue ones as she walked off quickly towards the slick pavement. The other demons looked to their master as he laughed, rising arms to the heavens as they unleashed their fury.

"That's right, Michael, you just sent a lamb to the slaughter. Again. Cannot keep things right up there, can you?" he asked, still laughing as the other demons filtered away, hiding in the house to wait for the arrival of their masters prey.


"Are we almost there, Dean?" Sam whined, sulking in the back seat. Amitiel laughed beside him, looking away from the trees that flew by outside of the window to look at the large shaggy haired Winchester beside her. Castiel had managed to catch the passenger seat beside Dean as Sam used the bathroom at the last diner they had stopped at. Sam whined at the angel, but Castiel was more than content to ignore the younger Winchester as he settled into the worn leather beside Dean. Dean made no comment as Sam stalked angrily to the back door, slamming it so hard that the car rocked.

"Shut your trap, Sam. We will get there when we get there." Dean said, rolling his eyes as he tapped a thumb aimlessly on the steering wheel in beat to the song that rolled out of the speakers. Castiel watched Dean as Dean watched the road, and the silence that filled the car, besides the music, was almost suffocating.

"Ok, either we talk, or the music gets turned back up. I hate silence." Dean said, reaching for the knob for the radio, and Castiel's eyes flicked between his hand and his face as Dean shifted and raised the volume. A sign flew by welcoming them to the small town of Fallen, Indiana.

"Fallen? What kind of name is that?" Sam asked, glancing in the rear windshield at the sign as they passed it. Dean shrugged, looking in the rear view mirror to catch his brothers eyes for a moment before Amitiel turned her own gaze back out to the houses that were showing up.

"Tiny town." Dean said as he pulled over, and a storm started to gather above them.

"Man, I hate the rain." Sam said, grumbling more to himself as the car slid to a smooth stop at the side of the curb, and they all piled out, only Sam glancing up at the darkening sky.

"We need to stay together." Castiel said, moving to stand beside his sister as Sam walked towards his brother. They looked around the town, then back at the dark haired angel, nodding as they scoped out the town.

"Doesn't look like anything unusual is happening here." Sam said, reaching into his pocket to double check that he had his IDS on him. Dean gave Sam a look, and Castiel cocked his head to the side in confusion. Amitiel turned around, her eyes spotting a little girl wandering the town, crying. She pointed, Castiel looking towards where she was pointing, and his eyes narrowed as the girl started to wander over to them.

Dean noticed her before Sam, so he walked over, leaving Sam to run to catch up. Castiel started to walk with them, leaving Amitiel by herself by the Impala.

"Are you ok, little girl?" Dean asked, kneeling down to better look her in the eye. She sniffled, rubbing her eyes as her nose run, and she glanced up at him with watery eyes. Sam stood behind his brother, looking around for anyone else as the rain turned from a gentle warning to a heavy down pour abruptly. Castiel seemed unfazed as Sam groaned and Dean just sighed.

"I cannot find my mommy." She sniffled, and from the Impala came a soft voice, uttering a word like a curse.

"Lie." Amitiel said, and Castiel turned to his sister, his eyes narrowed as he tried to understand what she meant by that. The panic in the female angels face as she took a step away from the girl made Castiel spin quickly and pull Dean and Sam back from the girl as the girl lunged for Dean with the knife she had hidden in her dress.

"Well, something is going on." Dean said as a peal of thunder followed the blinding lighting flash that showed two shadowy pairs of wings on the ground, one from Castiel and one from Amitiel. The slender female angel ran towards the group of boys as more demons poured out of the wood work.

"Amitiel!" Castiel called, pulling her behind him as he calmly slid out his angel blade, aware it would do nothing more than scratch the demons. Sam reached for his holy water before he realized using it in a torrential downpour would nullify its uses. Dean had his gun out, cursing strongly under his breath as he realized they were surrounded.

"Give us the girl and no one gets hurt." The little girl said, blinking black into her eyes before blinking them back to pale blue. Castiel's grip on his blade tightened as he shifted in front of Amitiel again, searching the demons for the one in charge.

"Na, we like her more than you." Dean said, cracking a grin as he cocked his gun and fired at one of the demons before him, dropping it to the ground before it stood upright again, and laughing.

"That's not the colt, Dean." The demon mocked, and a blade was thrust into its chest, orange below the skin signifying the demon dying.

"It might not be the colt, but it was a damned good distraction." Sam said, pulling the blade out of the dead host and kicking it away. He turned to the others, brandishing the knife like a sword, and they laughed.

"One knife? That is all you have?" He asked, and Castiel moved forward, shouting to the Winchesters.

"Close your eyes!" He called out, and they quickly ducked and shut their eyes tight as Castiel allowed some of his Grace to show through, roasting the demons alive. Castiel staggered slightly afterwards, and Amitiel caught him, concern on her face as she supported him easily. He looked at her, regaining his balance as she cautiously let go of his arm.

"I'm fine." Castiel said, and Dean laughed, kicking at one of the bodies as he tucked away his gun.

"Normally that means you are passing out, Cas." He said, and Castiel shrugged, moving away from the circle of bodies and towards the Impala. Amitiel quickly followed after him, glancing behind her to see the Winchesters slowly catching up.

"Castiel?" she asked, and he stopped, waiting impatiently as Dean and Sam finally caught up, slightly breathless from the small skirmish they just finished.

"The demon is this way." Castiel said, and he walked off again with Amitiel in tow.

"Yeah, yeah, ok slave driver, hold your horses." Dean called, and Cas stopped, puzzled by the phrase as he turned to the elder Winchester in confusion.

"We have no horses, Dean. Why do you need to hold them?" he asked, and Dean laughed, slapping him on the shoulder as he passed him.

"Its just a phrase, Cas." He said, and Amitiel laughed at the look on Castiel's face as Sam shrugged and walked by them.

"Are we close?" Dean asked softly as they rounded the bend in the paved driveway they had found themselves on for the last 15 minutes. Cas nodded, glancing at the slightly rotten wooden fence before them as Dean slowed to a stop.

"Something doesn't feel right." He said, and Sam nodded, looking at the house that sat in the middle of the abandoned property. Amitiel walked out from Behind her brother, walking closer to the fence and laying a hand on it. Growling was heard immediately afterward, and the Winchester's faces went pale as they searched for the source of the growling.

"Hell hounds." Amitiel said, he voice strangled and breathless. She pulled her hand back like it was burned, and barking was heard as she back pedaled into her brother. Castiel caught her and placed her behind him again as he tracked the hounds.

"Can you see them, Cas?" Dean asked, and Castiel lunged forward, his trench coat flaring out behind him as there was the startled pain filled yelp and whining as a hound died. Castiel calmly stepped over its cooling corpse as another rushed towards him, scratching him on the arm deep enough to rip the trench coat and into his vessel. He ignored the injury as he stabbed the hound repeatedly; making sure it was dead before motioning the three behind him.

"They are gone now." HE said, and Dean walked cautiously into the yard as a demon walked out of the house, slow clapping with a huge grin on his shockingly handsome face.

"So you made it in time for the party." He crooned, his eyes locked onto Amitiel's form, and she dropped her eyes, stepping behind Castiel as the boys blocked the demons view of her with their bodies.

"Now, now, that is no way to treat your host, is it?" the demon asked, and he snapped his fingers, two demons a little higher up on the food chain. Castiel's eyes narrowed as the demons raced forward, and Castiel again called for everyone to close their eyes, letting more of his grace fall. Amitiel even looked away as the bodies of the demons fell, smoking in the rain, to land face down in the thick mud. She was the first to notice something was wrong with the trench coat wearing angel, watching as he started to weave back and forth on his feet.

"Cas?" Amitiel asked, concerned eyes watching as he sagged, and then dropped. She cried out in fear, running forward, oblivious of everything besides her falling brother. She gripped his trench coat, huffing as she caught his dead weight before he fell completely on the muddy grass. Rain still poured down, washing away the blood that continued to flow from fresh wounds.

"Castiel?!" she asked again, moving him gently into her lap as tears formed in her eyes. She brushed his hair out of his face as she saw blood trickle from his nose and the corner of his mouth. Amitiel placed a hand on his face, struggling to hold back the tears as the battle dimmed around her, her concentration wholly on the angel in her arms.

She tried to focus her small healing power to her, but he pulled away from her touch, the stubble of his face scratching lightly at her palm. He smiled, once, slapping her over the heart as the blinding light that signified an angel's grace flowed under the skin, barely contained, and into her, slamming into her like the force of a thousand earthquakes. She screamed, convulsing at the foreign power that flowed through her limbs like fire.

Castiel's eyes slipped closed as she blinked open blurry eyes to glance down at her brother. Tears spilled hot down her cheeks as she slumped over his limp form. The cold rain flowed over her, mixing with her tears as it washed away the blood permanently.

"No, don't leave me Cas, please!" she cried, the blackened imprints plastered on her from his wings, and she let her grief consume her as she sobbed into his chest, gripping the material of his trench coat so tightly that it almost ripped apart in her hands. She gently loosened her fists as movement caught her eye, and she looked up, her eyes narrowing on the form that caught her attention.

Dean and Sam watched, shocked and grieving in their own way, as she stood, letting Castiel's limp form slip from her grasp gently to lie on the floor. It looked like he was sleeping. He was only sleeping, right? Please, please, wake up Cas, look around, smile, say something, anything. Don't let this nightmare become real.

But there was no waking up from this. The imprints of the wings spoke volumes on that.

He would never joke with them again, or say his trademark " Hello Dean", or call anyone assbut, or ask about the porn on the tube. He wasn't walking away from this one, unless God was willing to dish out.

Unfortunatly, God was either a cruel bastard, or they were fresh out of luck. Dean was betting on the luck.

"No…."Dean said, crawling over to Castiel's form, touching him lightly on the shoulder as he thought back to that comment of a "profound bond". He glanced at Sam as Sam moved to sit next to him, and he glanced down at the still form of their friend, their 'guardian'angel.

"You can take your bond and shove it, assbut. You are supposed to be here, Damnit. Don't die on me. How can I grip you tight and raise you, huh? Im just an ordinary human…."