Dear Viewers

So far the story has been following through Castiels perspective, but starting with this chapter it's going to be through Dean's eyes.


"Sam!"

Dean stood at the bottom of the stairs of the huge mansion with his arms crossed across his chest.

Sam came to the top of the stairs with the same look of irritation.

"What do you want? Jerk."

Dean fumed.

"Did you touch the Impalas keys? Looking dead serious

Sam rolled his eyes

"Seriously Dean? For the last time I said NO!"

"What's going on in here?" a gruff voice interrupted Deans thoughts. Dean inwardly winced but didn't turn around, holding his glare at Sam.

But Sams eyes went wide and ran down the stairs past Dean and to Bobby who had asked the question.

Bobby Singer, keeping everyone in line, House Treasurer and Angel comforter.

Dean was to shocked that Sam just totally brush off their small quarrel to talk to Bobby.

But when Dean turned around he saw the reason why.

All Dean could do was stare as his mouth hung open at the young beauty that stood behind Bobby.

The Angel looked young, hell they all did, but this ones face held complete and utter innocence, he tugged half heartily on the leash that was connected to his muzzle and collar, swinging his head slowly and giving the leash a tug. He didn't make eye contact with anyone of them.

Sam mirrored Deans reaction.

This was the new angel Dad had stayed up in the late hours of the night making phone calls about and asking where it would be sold, now Dean knew why his father had beem persistent about finding it.

Angels with black wings were rarest of the rare, they were only born maybe 300 years apart, but the last one that was alive lived about 600 years ago, so they were thought to be a myth.

But Dean stood witnessing this angels glory. His wings were a painted black with a soft dark blue in the underside of the wing, so dark that it looked black, but growing up with angels of different colors, Dean grew up knowing how to tell wing variation.

The Angel shifted under the scrutiny, looking at the floor, he pulled his wings in to cocoon his body, which Dean noticed to be smooth and pale. the angels hair color matched his wings, jet black, his hair looked ruffled like he just got out of bed look, which Dean could learn to appreciate.

Bobby interrupted Dean's train of thought by clearing his throat. What's the matter? Never seen one of your Daddies angels before?

Dean glared at him.

" Speaking of your Daddy I'll make sure he doesn't find out about you two's little disagreement."

" Bobby is this the new Angel Dad's been freaking out about?" Sam chirped in looking excited.

Bobby smirked at that " He hasn't been freaking out, he's just been anxious to get him dats all."

Bobby started leading Castiel to one of the indoor water fountains where he tied up the leash of the muzzle to a pillar next to it.

Dean and Sam followed.

Angels were already naturally skinny, hell they had to be to fly, but this one...This one looked like it had a freaking eating disorder.

Not so much so it would be a turn off to anyone, just it hit something deep within Dean and made him angry that this angel was defiantly not eating properly.

Bobby unhooked the leash that held the muzzle and went and unhooked the muzzle in the back of the angels skull, being really delicate with it; That was the thing with Bobby, he knew how to get scarred frightened angels to calm down and relax.

This Angel didnt even fight anything though, which concerned Dean, usually when new angels come in they were thrashing and throwing them selves about making a ruckus, but this one. This one seemed to accept his fate. Dean couldn't blame him for not fighting, who would have the energy with a small body like his? The only thing that made him look even close to menacing were his wings, which were pulled tightly around his body and hiding his nakedness, maybe the angel was shy...Even though most Angels his father bought were very comfortable within their own skin.

This Angel was defiantly not something they bought everyday. Maybe he was already trained.

"Bobby is he broken or...?"

Bobby cut him off with a swift motion of his hand. And then turned to the Angel who was shaking vigorously now as he kept his eyes on the water.

Was he scarred of the water?

Bobby led Castiel away from the fountain by the leash clasped to his collar, (which looked good on him, it had tons of diamonds.) whispering soft things in his ear in what dean recognized to be Enochian.

Everyone in the house spoke Enochian, even the demons, you had to when you had a bunch of angels around.

Dean only caught words that Bobby was whispering like "safe" and "home" and "master".

The angels shaking seemed to calm down enough to look up.

Dean was met with the most bluest eyes he had ever seen.

They were electric, sky blue, they seemed to look right into his soul.

Dean took a step back shocked when those baby blues turned from just blank, to anger, fury...hate.

The Angel hissed and jerked away from Deans gaze and looked rebelliously away from all of them.

So he did have a little fight in him.

Sam decided that was a good time to leave.

" I'm gonna go find dad." Sam said and bounded out of the room.

"Yeah there's no way in hell this one here is gonna not make a dash for it. We're gonna have to clip the wings." Bobby said in their native language so the Angel wouldn't be able to hear, and then Bobby sighed sadly rubbing his face with his hand.

Angels HATED getting their wings clipped, but it was a necessary until the angel was properly trained to obey its master and for its profession.

Dean felt sympathy for the Angel.

"Can't we wait a few days...I mean he looks really out of it Bobby."

"Bobby slowly started petting the angels side carefully where his ribs showed, the Angel pretended not to notice the touch and just stared off into spade obviously pretending we weren't there.

" The sooner we get it done, the better Dean." Bobby stated.

Dean sighed. "Does he even have a name?" He asked in Enochidid ahe didn't want to make the angel more uncomfortable then he already was and talking in a language he didn't understand would probably make him uneasy.

The Angels eyes popped up at that making eye contact with Dean and holding it.

Bobby seemed to catch on to what Dean was doing and tapped the angel encouragingly with his hand.

The angel looked at Dean then Bobby then to Dean again unsure.

Dean just smirked and asked "Do you have a name?"

The Angel nodded and the hesitated before looking at the floor and mumbling

"Castiel."

Dean was to shocked by the rich deep voice that escaped those sweet innocent lips to really catch the whole name, so he went with the first three letters.

"Hey Cas, I'm Dean." Dean tried to sound as friendly as possible.

Castiel's eyes stayed glued to the floor.

Just then John walked in with Sam following close behind him.