Chapter 6

Everyone, including Dean, was completely bewildered as to what Sam intended to do. Sam herded everyone to a deserted street where no one could see or hear them, it was quite worrying really. I mean they all hoped that the isolation was just so no one over-heard them, but it was likely that some sort of fight was going to occur between the groups. Castiel was not looking forward to it.

Sam stood there and just stared at the Amatores. Dean and Charlie where becoming quite nervous and Castiel was as impassive as ever. A long minute went by before Bobby became far too bored with this type of scare tactic (scaring Bobby Singer was impossible).

"Right, come on Sam, what are you planning to do? I don't have all day y'know," Bobby prompted, he did not want to spend any more time on a cold street when he could be inside having a nice hot coffee.

"What's your name?" Sam asked, not being clear as to who he was asking, so Charlie answered.

"Charlie Burberry,"

"Not you," Sam snapped, "The angel," Castiel looked over to Bobby, not quite sure what to do. If Bobby and Charlie recognised his name, it was very likely that the Winchesters would to. Bobby gave a small nod, no point pretending now.

"Castiel," Castiel replied in a firm voice, to demonstrate to Sam that he wasn't lying.

"What?" Sam questioned.

"The angel," Dean breathed, a little in shocked by the fact that he has finally met the angel, the one he secretly prayed to at night, "The angel that pulled me out of hell?" Dean asked, taking a step forward, but still stood behind Sam.

"Hello Dean," Castiel replied in the form of an answer.

He went to take a step forward toward Dean, but Sam jumped forward, gun at hand. Castiel easily grabbed the gun out of Sam's hand and dodged the oncoming punch. When Sam produced an angel blade (the only thing that can kill an angel), Castiel used a little more strength to get it out of his hand then was necessarily needed, humans had no place having an angel blade unless it was presented to them by an angel as a friend. Castiel found that it was very unlikely that Sam Winchester was a friend of an angel.

With Sam unarmed and in a bit of a daze, Castiel stepped towards Dean and put his hand up. Dean flinched away at first, but then he relaxed, though still a little hesitant, when he noticed the slowness of Castiel's movements. Castiel put his hand gently onto Dean's cheek, who hissed due to the tenderness of his wounds on his face. But after a second, he found that the pain was completely gone, it wasn't even sore. The only feeling left was that of a ruff, warm hand on his cheek, one that he will always deny leaning into slightly, before it was gone. Castiel backed up, never looking away from Dean's vibrant green eyes, until he was back standing next to Bobby.

"Why did you do that?" Sam asked, once he was out of his daze.

"Because he was injured," Castiel answered simply as if it were obvious (which it was really), "I healed him,"

"Yes, but to what end?" Sam asked, sceptical of the reason for this act of kindness.

"Just leave it Sam" whined Dean, not wanting to fight with Castiel.

"No Dean!" Sam raised his voice in protest, "He is clearly just trying to get into our good books and your injures were the perfect opportunity," Sam argued.

"And what, pray tell, would be his reason for doing that?" Bobby inquired in a voice that made Sam look like an idiot. Charlie tried her best to stop the giggle that was building up in her throat. But some of it forced their way through her lips. She coughed it away after Sam sent her a particularly deadly glare.

"I was just trying to help," stated Castiel, trying to defuse the tension, "I have no desire to get into your 'good books' Sam, I was merely unconfutable with seeing Dean so injured," Castiel sent Dean another look, seemingly unable to keep his eyes off of him.

"And why is that?" Sam said, trying to catch the angel out.

"Don't like to see people hurt," Castiel replied.

"Bullshit."

"Not really."

"You're hiding something," Sam took a step towards the angel, "I know you are. Tell me why you healed my brother, and no more of the bullshit,"

Castiel looked at Sam, and then his gaze wondered over to Dean. He remembered all the preys that Dean had sent to him, thanking him for pulling him out of hell, apologising for what had happened to Castiel because of it, and asking if there was anyway Castiel could send some of his brothers down to help (there wasn't, Castiel wasn't allowed visitors). Sometimes, Dean would just talk to him. He would tell Castiel about how the war was going, every break through or draw back they had. He'd tell him about the latest thing Sam had achieve, and the latest monstrosity his father had committed. One night, Dean spent the whole time talking about his doubts about the Consors, about his father, even about his brother. Dean told him about his frustration with keeping his sexuality secret, and how he was considering leaving to go and join the Amatores. Castiel wished he could reply to him. Help him through his hardships and tell him to leave his father and do join the Amatores. But he couldn't. He had to sit in his little cell, not being able to do anything to help.

"Because I'm sick to death of not being able to help him," Castiel said in a low enough voice that it could have been mistaken for a whisper, all the while staring Dean straight in the eye, trying to send the message of how sorry he was that he could not help him. The message was received.

"Come on Sam," Dean sighed.

"But Dean-" Sam began.

"Now Sammy!" Dean raised his voice, giving Sam a stern look that made him feel like a 12 year old boy again. Sam huffed, sagged his shoulders, and made his way back to their motel room. Dean looked at the Amatores, giving Charlie a nod, Bobby a half-hearted smile, before his eyes settled on Castiel.

Are you leaving tonight? Dean prayed to Castiel.

Castiel shook his head.

Can you meet me here at midnight?

Castiel nodded his head.

Then Dean walked away in the same direction Sam had took off in.

"Well that was weird," Charlie said, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.

"I suppose we better get on the road," Bobby said, "Don't want them changing their mind and coming back to kill us,"

"No!" Castiel protested a bit too passionately, Bobby and Charlie gave him odd looks, "I mean, you two are both too tried to travel and I don't believe the Winchesters will be coming back," Castiel made up quickly (though technically it was true it wasn't the reason he didn't want to go) "Besides, I can keep guard and make sure we're all safe, like I normally do," Bobby gave him a sceptical look before he nodded and agreed. Castiel was too relived to care about what they thought.

He was finally going to be able to help Dean Winchester.

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