A/N: This chapter was a bit hard to write and I have no idea how easy it is to read. It feels a bit repetitive but when I've reread it to proof read, it actually sounded okay. I'll leave that for you guys to judge.

Fair warning, though, this fic is going to be a bit long. At least, that's my intention. I sort of see their relationship similar to Snape and Harry's in The Marriage Stone and before it went on indefinite hiatus, they were just getting to the point of love after 77 chapters. Not that these two are going to take that long, just the example I'm using.

Anyways, I'd love to hear more feedback and critiques of what I've done so far. What do you guys think is going to happen when Dean and Cas find out what's going on? Anything you want to see incorporated from the show?

You have one new message and thirty seven saved messages. New message:

"Cas, when are you going to change that message? I must have told you how to do it and even showed you how ten times now. Anyways, I could really use your help on this gig. Things are getting crazy out of control and I could really use some of that special angel voodoo of yours. I'm in Rivergrove, Oregon. Don't really have time to go into more details. See you when you get here."

Heaven was at war and Castiel was on the opposing team. Ever since the Winchesters had defied all logic to end the apocalypse, the angels had been in a state of anarchy. No one knew what to do until Raphael stepped up and took control of heaven and put it to order with the express purpose of restarting the apocalypse. It really didn't help Cas' case that Raphael was the strongest angel that still lived. Castiel did not hope to defeat him as things currently stood – even with his ragtag group of fellow rebels.

It was a rare thing for the angel of Thursday. Never before had he been called to lead and he wasn't sure how he was liking the feeling. He was normally a follower, through and through yet here he was protesting against the continuation of something that would take away his new found freedom. Thanks to Sam and Dean, Castiel now saw that every being should have the right to his or her own destiny. Cas understood now why God had granted man free will and was thankful for the experiences that had opened his eyes. And God had to be approving of Castiel, otherwise why would he still be around in his favorite vessel?

When Cas had first stood upon the marble steps to the courthouse of Raphael's favorite version of heaven to speak out against the plan, there had been total silence. Castiel had only just been allowed back and his powers were almost nonexistent. Many of his peers saw him as crazy to speak out, to rebel yet again.

But others looked upon Castiel with a new found respect in some cases and awe in others. He spoke of the freedom to make your own destiny and how the angels shouldn't follow the plan of the apocalypse just because it was foretold. Cas used the fact that he had not only been resurrected but was back in the very form in which he died as proof of God's blessing.

Many had listened that day, and several had even heard. But when Raphael had stood up from his seat at the top of the stairs and spoken against Castiel, he had lost most of his momentum. Those who had been on the edge of throwing in their allegiance had the reaffirmation they needed. In simple, concise terms Raphael compared Cas to Lucifer and Anna. He said the apocalypse would continue because it must and that the breaking of their oaths was the worst sort of treason.

Castiel had refused to back down when given the option and there had been a fight. He was beaten badly and barely escaped being killed by Raphael's blade. If it had not been for Balthazar, Cas would not have seen another day.

The other angel had been his ally for a millennium and it was only fitting that he became Castiel's second in command. Over the next few years Balthazar was very handy in persuading many angels onto Cas' side. Unfortunately, they could not remain at a standstill for long and the fights began. Before long the skirmishes became battles and the battles became a full out war.

Still, Castiel was fighting a losing battle for all of his new found allies. His strength had still not returned while Raphael's was stronger than ever. As the last remaining archangel, Raphael was the highest order of angel and was granted the strength that accompanied the position. Castiel was an angel of the second order in the best of times which normally made him much stronger than the majority of the angels which was nothing compared to the strength and power of an archangel.

That's why he was losing the war. Castiel was in desperate need of something – anything – that would give him an edge over his opponent. When he'd heard of the angelic weapon known as God's Favor, he had journeyed into every possible literary reference. The weapon was believed to grant the bearer the strength of ten archangels.

When Cas had landed on Earth to follow a lead, he had checked his phone. He didn't often check his messages and tended to let them pile up. As of late, he'd had even less reason to even look at it. Angels could communicate telepathically and he had not heard from Dean since Sam had gone into the pit. Yet if you would have asked him why he had suddenly felt the need to do so his brow would have knit in confusion and he would have suggested God had told him to. Regardless, check his phone he did.

When Dean's messaged played he was pleased to hear the other's voice. It had been far too long since the angel had spoken to his friend. One of his rare smiles had crossed his lips until he actually listened to the message. It was not his fault that technology escaped his understanding. He wouldn't even have a phone if it were not for their insistence that they be able to reach him!

Okay, those Enochian glyphs he'd carved onto their ribs to help them escape detection were another big factor if he were being completely honest. But still! He was deserving of some respect – he was an angel of the Lord, after all.

None of Castiel's thoughts or feelings made it to his face. He was, as always, reserved with his expressions. Cas wondered what Dean would do if he didn't show up. Castiel was very busy and he had many things that were more important to him than to fly off to Dean's side whenever the hunter had the inclination to call upon him for help.

But even as Cas was thinking of skipping out of going or even going much later on, he knew that he couldn't. Dean needed him. It seemed that he always needed his assistance and Castiel was not sure if he minded. Of course he would go, he would even head over to Oregon as soon as he put his affairs in order.

Luckily, angels didn't need cellphones so he was able to speak in Enochian in the general direction of Balthazar's energy without the worry of an unanswered call.

"Balthazar I am in need of your assistance." Cas thought, his brow furrowed in concentration. Shortly thereafter the tall blond angel appeared before him.

"You rang?" Balthazar asked with his usual sarcasm. Castiel didn't always understand what Balthazar's meaning, but this time he understood perfectly. Though Balthazar's vessel had a British accent which added an extra flare to any statement, especially the sarcastic ones.

"I received a call from Dean Winchester. He is in need of my help and I am unsure as to when I will be back. I will be assisting him in whatever fashion he may need before requesting his help in return. Until such a time, please lead as I would. Do not engage in combat unless it is impossible not to and do not cause trouble." Castiel instructed, his cobalt eyes determined.

"So your boyfriend called and you're running off to meet him? Just when will I get to meet the infamous Dean Winchester I've heard so much about?" Balthazar asked, an amused smirk on his lips and a gleam in his eye.

"He is not my boyfri-" Castiel began to object before he caught on to the fact that Balthazar was teasing him. With a slight blush of embarrassment he said, "When we have recovered God's Favor then I will introduce the two of you."

"Well then, what are you waiting around here for? Heaven isn't going to burn down because you left me in charge for a few days. Go and get him Cas – and give him a big kiss hello for me." Balthazar said with a leer. Castiel felt his blush deepen as he watched his friend teleport away.

Castiel took a moment to sigh and collect himself before he teleported to the edge of Rivergrove. His stomach gave an excited squirm as he attempted to straighten his messy black hair. As Cas stepped forward he readied himself to see the hunter again and fight yet another battle.