A/N: Here is the next chapter! Oh and Castiel, Sam and Dean won best bromance at the People's Choice Awards!

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The Impala parks outside of a police station and the three of them get out. Dean looked over at the station, a confused look on his face. He turned to look at Castiel and raised his arms, "And we're here why?"

"A deputy sheriff laid eyes on the archangel." Castiel said, his eyes fixed on the building.

"And he still has eyes? Alright, what's the plan?" Dean asked.

Castiel turned to Dean and Natalie, "We'll...tell the officer that he witnessed an angel of the lord, and the officer will tell us where the angel is."

Dean and Natalie stared at Castiel, wondering if he was actually serious about that. "Seriously? You're going to walk in there and tell him the truth?" Dean asked.

Castiel nodded, confused by Dean's reaction, "Why not?" Natalie bit the inside of her cheek and looked over at Dean, who raised his brows quickly.

"Because we're humans." Dean said, pulling out another fake ID and puts it in Castiel's coat and then adjusts his tie. "And when humans want something really, really bad, we lie."

Castiel's face fell in confusion, "Why?"

"Because that's how you become president." Dean said, making his way towards the building. Natalie rolled her eyes and smirked, "Come on Cas."

The three of them enter the building, walking past the main desk, when Dean spots an officer. "Deputy Framingham?" The officer turned around to the three of them.

Dean holds up his ID, "Hi. Alonzo Mosely, FBI. This is our intern Alex Miller..." Natalie holds up her ID, "And my partner Eddie Moscone." Castiel stands in place, not doing anything. Natalie and Dean look over at him, "Also FBI." Dean said with an edge to his voice.

Castiel side glances at Dean and reaches in his pocket, pulling out his ID, and displays it upside down. Natalie closes her eyes, trying to hide the amusement she was finding in this.

Dean sighs before turning it over for him, "He's, uh, he's new. Mind if we ask a few questions?"

Framingham gave Castiel a curious look before focusing his attention back towards Dean, "Yeah, sure. Talk here, though." He pointed to his right ear before leading the three of them into his office. "Hearing's all blown to hell in this one."

"That happen recently?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Gas station. Why you're here, isn't it?" The officer said.

Dean nodded his head, "Yes, it is." They all take a seat in their chairs. "You mind just, uh, running us through what happened?" Dean asked.

Framingham sighed, "A call came in. Disturbance out at the Pump and Go on Route 4."

"What kind of disturbance?" Dean asked.

Framingham laughed faintly and gazed at the three of them, "Would not have believed my eyes if I hadn't seen it myself. We're talking a riot. Full scale."

Dean adjusted in his seat, "How many?"

Framingham thought for a moment and looked up with remembrance, "Thirty, forty, in kill or be killed combat?"

"Any idea what set them off?" Dean asked.

"It's angels and demons, probably." Castiel suddenly chimed in. Framingham looks over at Castiel, "They're skirmishing all over the globe."

Framingham narrowed his eyes in confusion, "Come again?" He turns back to Dean, "What did he say?"

Natalie and Dean look at each other before the three of them spoke simultaneously. "Nothing." "Demons." Natalie casts Castiel a look, and he soon grew quiet.

"Demons, you know, drink, adultery. We all have our demons, Walt." Dean said, trying to save the situation.

Framingham continued looking back and forth between the three of them, obviously confused about the whole thing. "I guess." Natalie sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Anyways." Dean turns his attention back to the officer, "What happened next?"

"Freaking explosion, that's what. They said it was one of those underground gas tanks, but, uh, I don't think so." Firmingham added.

Natalie's brows furrowed slightly, "Why would you think it wasn't a gas tank?" Natalie asked.

"Wasn't your usual fireball. It was, um-"

"Pure white." Castiel interrupted again.

Firmingham nodded a little surprised that Castiel knew this. "Yeah. Gas station was leveled. Everyone was...it was just horrible. And I see this one guy, kneeling and didn't have a damn scratch on him."

"Did you know him?" Dean asked.

Firmingham nodded, "Donnie Finneman. Mechanic there."

Dean nodded and then shrugged his shoulders, "Let me guess, he just, vanished into thin air?"

Firmingham looked at Dean as if he was crazy. "Uh, no, kolchak. He's down at Saint Pete's."

Dean nods and stands up, "Thank you for your time Deputy."

The three of them walk out of the office and back through the main hall. Natalie turns to Dean, "So, Saint Pete's is next."

Dean nodded and looked over at her. "Are you feeling any better?"

Natalie shrugged, "I'll survive."


Dean, Castiel and Natalie were observing Donnie from the hallway window. Donnie wasn't going to be of much help to them since he was catatonic. Dean rubbed his chin, "I am guessing that's not Raphael anymore."

"Just an empty vessel." Castiel confirmed.

Dean looked at Donnie a little longer before scoffing, "So is this what I'm looking at if Michael jumps my bones."

Castiel shakes his head, "No, not at all. Michael is much more powerful. It'll be far worse for you."

Natalie gazes over at Castiel with wide eyes, "That's not making it any better Cas."

Castiel glanced over at Natalie, "It is the truth though. Might as well face up to it."

Natalie sighed and looked back over at Donnie. If this is how Donnie came out, she didn't even want to think about how Dean would fair. If it was going to be worse than this, whatever would happen to Dean is virtually unthinkable for her. Just thinking about it was making her headaches come back. She forced it to the back of her mind but knew it would continue to bug her.


Dean had found an abandoned house that they would be able to use in order to trap Raphael. It was all Castiel's plan. To trap Raphael and to get information from him. Dean was pacing through the house, reading through his father's journal, while Natalie was sitting at a small table looking out the window.

Castiel appears, with a ceramic jar in his hands. Dean sets down the book and turns to Casitel, "Where've you been?"

"Jerusalem." Castiel said setting the jar down on the table. Natalie's brows raised and she looked over at Dean who half smiled. "Oh, and how was it?"

"Arid." Castiel said. Natalie laughed lightly and stared at the jar on the table.

"What's that?" Dean asked.

"It's oil. It's very special and very rare." Castiel sits down in a chair across from Natalie.

Dean glances from the jar to Castiel, "Okay, so we trap Raphael with a nice vinaigrette?"

Castiel looked up at Dean with a hard glance, "No." Natalie tilted her head a little amused at the seriousness in Castiel's eyes.

Dean nodded his head, "So this ritual of yours, when does it go down?"

"Sunrise." Castiel responded.

"Tell me something. You keep saying we're gonna trap this guy. Isn't that kinda like trapping a hurricane with a butterfly net?" Dean asked.

"No. It's harder." Castiel said as a matter-of-fact.

"Do we have any chance of surviving this?" Dean asked curiously.

"You two do." Castiel added.

"So basically you're a dead man tomorrow." Dean offered. Castiel nodded his head. Dean gazed down at Natalie, seeing her shrug her shoulders. "So last night on earth. Got any plans?" Dean asked.

Castiel shifted in his seat, "I just thought I'd sit here...quietly."

Natalie smiled at Castiel's response and Dean stared at him surprised. "Come on anything? Booze, women?" Castiel gazed up at Dean and looked away, his face had an expression of being uncomfortable.

Dean tilted his head curiously, "You have been with women before. Right? Or an angel, at least?" Castiel began to rub the back his neck and Natalie began to feel a little pity. Castiel looked almost miserable and very uncomfortable about the subject.

"You mean to tell me you've never been up there doing a little cloud-seeding?" Dean asked. Natalie nudge Dean in the side gazing up at him and giving him a look.

"I've never had occasion, okay?" Castiel finally admitted. Natalie pursed her lips in a thin line and allowed her gaze to fall.

"Alright." Dean turns around and picks up his jacket. "Let me tell you something. There are two things I know for certain. One, Bert and Ernie are gay." Natalie laughed at Dean's remark and leaned back against her chair. "Two, you are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch. Let's go."

"Yeah, you two boys have fun." Natalie said.

Dean looked down at her and smirked, "Oh you don't want to go with us Nad?"

Natalie shook her head vigorously, "Nope, nope, I am perfectly good staying here. Go and...have some...fun." Dean's smile grew as he walked out of the house.

Castiel watches him leave before gazing back at Natalie. The look on his face told her that he really didn't want to go. Natalie smiled and motioned for him to follow Dean. "Go, Cas. Dean isn't going to let this go so might as well get through it." Castiel swallowed before getting up and walking out of the house.


Natalie's cheek was leaning against her hand and she was slowly drifting off to sleep, her head was pounding and she felt congested. She had taken more of the medicine Dean had bought her but it only helped so much. Her head was just about to fall when she woke herself up. Natalie pulled out her phone and looked at the time, "God, hope they aren't having too much fun."

A few minutes went by and the sound of the Impala soon filled the silence. Natalie sighed in gratefulness and got up from her seat. She stretched her arms up and began to make her way towards the front door. Suddenly, a bright light illuminated the entire room and Natalie froze and slowly turned around. Her eyes widened as she saw Donnie, who was flaring with lightning shaped like wings.

Dean and Castiel came bursting through the door. "Nad!" Dean called out, grabbing a hold of Natalie's arm and pulling her back towards him. Donnie looked at the three of them and his eyes narrowed on Castiel and the lights in the room shattered.

"Castiel." Donnie said.

"Raphael." Natalie looked over at Dean who looked just as surprised to see him standing before them. Dean looked at Raphael with a curious expression, "And I thought you were supposed to be impressive. All you do is black out the room."

"And the Eastern Seaboard." Raphael said sarcastically. Lightning suddenly flashed outside, "It is a testament to my unending mercy that I do not smite you here and now."

"Or maybe you're full of crap. Maybe you're afraid God will bring Cas back to life again and smite you and your candy-ass skirt. Oh and by the way, hi, I'm Dean." Natalie glared over at Dean, wondering why he thought it would be a good idea to talk like that.

"I know who you are. And now, thanks to him, I know where you are." Raphael said.

Castiel took a step closer to Raphael, "You won't kill him. You wouldn't dare."

Raphael tilted his head, "No, but I will take him to Michael."

"Well then. Sounds terrifying. It does. But, uh, hate to tell you this but I'm not going anywhere with you." Dean said, walking over and grabbing a beer.

"Surely you remember Zachariah giving you stomach cancer?" Natalie stared at Dean with wide eyes, wondering why he never told her about this. Dean gazed at her briefly and focuses back to Raphael, "Yeah that was hilarious."

"Well, he doesn't have anything close to my imagination." Raphael said.

Dean shrugged, "Yeah? I bet you didn't imagine one thing."

"What?" Raphael's face fell in confusion.

Dean smirked at the angels confused expression. "We knew you were coming you stupid son of a bitch." Dean takes out his lighter and lights it before dropping it to the ground. The holy oil ignites creating a circle around Raphael. Raphael glares at Dean, who takes a step back, "Don't look at me. It was his idea." Castiel glances at Dean, causing him to shrug.

"Where is he?" Castiel asked.

Raphael narrowed his eyes at him, "God? Didn't you hear? He's dead. Castiel. Dead. But there is not other explanation. He's gone for good."

Castiel shook his head in disbelief, "You're lying."

"Am I? Do you remember the twentieth century? Think the twenty-first is going any better? Do you think God would have let any of that happen if he were alive?" Raphael began to question him. Castiel's gaze fell, almost as if he was considering the very possibility.

"Oh yeah? Well then who invented the Chinese basket trick?" Dean taunted.

Raphael's eyes immediately averted to Dean, giving him a cold glare that caused Natalie's body to shake. "Careful. That's my father you're talking about."

"Yeah, who would be so proud to know his sons started the frigging apocalypse." Dean answered back, clearly not phased by Raphael's demeanor.

"Who ran off and disappeared. Who left no instructions and a world to run." Raphael answered.

Dean smirked faintly, "Daddy ran away and disappeared. He didn't happen to work for the post office, did he?"

Raphael's eyes narrowed into slits, "This is funny to you? You're living in a godless universe."

"And? What, you and the other kids just decided to throw an apocalypse while he was gone?" Dean accused.

Raphael closed his eyes and sighed, "We're tired. We just want it to be over. We just want...paradise."

Dean scoffed, "So, what, God dies and he makes you the boss and you decide you can do whatever the hell you want?"

"Yes and whatever we want...we get." The windows were suddenly blown out, causing glass shards to scatter throughout the room. Natalie jumped at the event, her eyes scanning floor, eyeing the pieces of glass.

Castiel drew closer to Raphael, "If God is dead, why have I returned? Who brought me back?"

Raphael rolled his eyes, "Did it ever occur to you that maybe Lucifer is the one who raised you?"

"No." Castiel answered.

"Think about it Castiel. He needs all the rebellious angels he can find. You know it all adds up." Raphael offered.

Castiel ponders on this for a moment before turning to Dean and Natalie. "Let's go."

"I'm warning you Castiel. Do not leave me here. I will find you." Raphael warned.

Castiel turns back to him with a new found determination, "Maybe one day. But today, you're my little bitch." Castiel turns and leaves the house.

Natalie and Dean gaze at each other and look back at Raphael for a small moment. "What he said." Dean added before ushering Natalie and himself, out of the house.


Dean drives the Impala down the highway with Castiel riding shotgun and Natalie, who had fallen asleep in the backseat. The first half of the ride was filled with only silence. Neither of them knew what to say about the encounter with Raphael and Castiel didn't seem to want to talk about any of it.

Dean looked over at Castiel then back at the road, "You okay Cas?" Castiel remains silent, his eyes fixed on the road. "Look, I'll be first to tell you that this little crusade of yours is nuts, but I do know a little something about missing fathers."

Castiel comes out of his trance and gazes over at Dean, "What do you mean?"

Dean sighs, "I mean every time I was looking for my dad when all logic said he was dead, but I knew in my heart he was still alive. Who cares what some ninja turtle says, Cas, what do you believe?"

Castiel takes in Dean's words and stays quiet for only a few seconds. "I believe he's out there."

Dean nodded in acceptance, "Good. Go find him then."

"What about you?" Castiel asked.

Dean shrugged, "What about me? I don't know. Honestly, I'm good. I can't believe I'm saying that but I am really good."

"Even without your brother?" Castiel asked with a small hint of confusion.

"Especially without my brother. I mean, I spent so much time worrying about him." Dean looks into the rearview mirror at Natalie. "Plus I've still got Nad. And I mean I've had more fun with you in the past twenty-four hours than I've had with Sam in years and I have to admit you aren't that much fun. It's funny, I've been chained to my family, but now being away from that it makes me feel...happy." Dean looks over at the seat to find it empty. He sighed in annoyance and continued his focus on driving.


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