Author's note: Sorry this has taken such a long time. I'm in the middle of exams so I doubt there will be an update for the next two weeks. But after that I'll have far too much time on my hands so it should be updated relatively consistently.

Warnings: None. Unbeta'd


00—Chapter Seven—00—

I Know What You Did Last Summer

Dean hadn't so much as looked at his father since he'd realised the extent of the relationship between Harry and John.

The knowledge was like a wound, rotting away at his skin and every word and sharp look John threw his way left him prickling with disdainful anger until he thought he would explode. He wasn't good at understanding the complexities of emotions but Dean knew he loved his father; he had grown up seeing the man as a hero, completely blind to his faults and he also knew these new realisations hurt more than they should. He hated seeing John as flawed and selfish but it didn't account for the simmering rage he had been feeling, so he went to Sam because Sam was his brother and the closest person he had. Maybe Sam wasn't the best person to speak unbiased about their father, but Dean didn't have anyone else to talk to.

He dragged his brother away from the motel, telling him they needed to hustle money. In a way it was true; they were low on money but then they were always low on money. Dean just needed to get Sam and himself somewhere there was enough alcohol to loosen his tongue and away from the stifling presence of their dad.

"Hey Sammy," Dean called over the echoes of music and placed four bottles of beer between them.

"It's Sam" his brother corrected distractedly, force of habit making his mouth move even as his attention flickered between the other occupants of the bar, trying to find a suitable candidate to hustle.

"Listen I got to talk to you about something." Dean knocked back one of the beers in one gulping go as Sam turned to watch him, eyes sharp and suspicious.

"You don't want to hustle," Sam stated and sighed sipping at his own beer wearily. "Okay Dean, what's wrong." His brother's hurt about Dean not telling him about Hell was still there, making him prickly and distant but it had dimmed, calmed by Sam's own, sympathetic logical mind.

"I found some stuff out...about Dad... and Harry."

"Harry; as in Castiel's vessel Harry?" Sam asked, his forehead drawn and knotted in a way that meant he had already guessed what the other person was going to say and didn't quite believe it.

"Yeah, that Harry," Dean sighed and ran his hand along the back of his neck awkwardly, speaking about his father's sexual escapades was not something that was ever going to be easy to talk about. "Sam, they were..."

"Hold that thought," Sam suddenly interrupted and was on his feet and striding across the room before Dean could blink. His eyes followed the line his brother was walking and into Ruby's dark, icy gaze that was trained on them impatiently. Dean groaned in annoyance, as if this night could get worse. His fingers around the beer bottle tightened and Dean considered throwing it at the demon before releasing the glass, quickly following his brother over to the bar.

"You've got a lot of nerve showing up anywhere near me." He hissed over Sam's shoulder.

Ruby rolled dark eyes at him, "I just have some info then I'm gone."

"Great demon whispers- that's reliable."

Sam swung around to glance at him over the line of his shoulder, his brow was furrowed with blossoming annoyance and remembered embarrassment and Dean wondered which would win if he kept provoking him.

"Girl named Anna Milton escaped from a locked ward yesterday. The demons seem pretty keen on finding her. Apparently some real heavy hitters turned out for the Easter egg hunt." Ruby's eyes flickered over with dark emotion over to Dean, her lips threatening to curl up in some twisted form of humour, except Dean wasn't smart enough to get what she was hinting at and just stared back defiant and blank.

"Why? Who is she" Sam asked, slipping into old, worn in concerned sympathy and a hundred mile an hour thought process.

"No idea," Ruby's eyes snapped back to Sam, boring up into his brother's face, "But I'm thinking that she's important, 'cause the order is to capture her alive. I just figured that whatever the deal is, you might want to find this girl before the demons do."

Dean felt a look of incredulous disbelief carve itself into his features and waved attention to himself, "We are not chasing after some chick, that for all we know doesn't even exist, just because you say she's important. Thanks but no thanks."

Ruby's eyes narrowed into slits and her eyes looked like black pearls in the dim light of the bar, "I'm just delivering the news. You can do whatever you want with it. As far as I'm concerned I've done my bit."

With a flourish she jumped off the bar stool and spun on heel and started to stalk away when Sam's hand shot out and tugged at her arm. Dean stared at the giant paw that was his brother's hand and Ruby's tiny and fragile possessed body, standing submissively in the grip of his brother.

"Wait, wait," Sam started quickly, "The hospital she escaped from- it got a name?"

—00—

"So Anna Milton is definitely real." Sam clicked off his mobile and ran his thumb over it thoughtfully, glancing up from beneath the too long strands of his hair in a way Dean was sure was meant to be subtle.

Dean just snorted and drilled his fingers across the curve of his steering wheel, "Doesn't mean the case is real. The hospital's a three day drive from here."

"We've driver further for less." Sam pointed out and he was being far too calm and logical for Dean's mood right now.

"I don't care." He snapped, and flexed his hands against the wheel angrily, "This just sucks. The case, the drive, everything just sucks."

Sam hesitated, staring at Dean as if he could figure out the answers to all his questions from just watching the streetlights play across his face. "I would say you're pissed because it was Ruby that threw us the tip but I don't think that's it."

"Oh no don't get me wrong." Dean peered narrowed eyed at Sam, "I hate that Ruby gave us the tip. I hate how you treat her like she's practically family and how she has you eating out the palm of her hand. I'm pissed about all that."

Sam's skin pinched together in lines of barely controlled anger and Dean thought for a moment he would explode instead he just breathed a few times deeply and continued to burn holes into Dean's head with his intense glaring.

"Dude, What?" Dean hissed, his eyes flickering over to Sam in prickly irritation.

"It's not just Ruby. It's dad." Sam stated flatly and leaned back at the flinch that his words caused, vindicated. "You haven't spoken to the man for two days, you didn't even tell him we were driving to this hospital. Instead, I had to leave him a voicemail. Dean what's going on between you two?"

Dean hunched around the steering wheel, feeling the fire of betrayed, disgusted anger burn and flare up through his belly uncomfortably. "I tried to tell you in the bar, Sammy. I found that Dad was involved... with Harry."

Sam stared at him blankly, his mouth open in a small, shocked 'O'. "Involved as in..."

"As in doing the dirty," Dean flailed and Sam shared his shudder, which made him feel surprisingly better. At least his brother thought it was shudder worthy also.

"That's... well not quite what I had imagined." Sam said weakly, "I mean I know they knew each other but Harry's so - so young."

"And male," Dean added dryly.

"And male," Sam repeated and then started to laugh, "I can't believe we're talking about our Dad's sex life."

Dean turned to stare at him, wide eyed at his sudden amused nonchalance, "This doesn't bother you?"

"Other than the ick-dad-sex factor? No; I mean so why should it? They were both consenting adults or at least consenting..." Sam suddenly hesitated at that, a shadow flickering across his face.

"He's the same age as us." Dean interrupted, realising Sam didn't know about Harry's unnaturally youthful appearance. "But still; the same age as us. Us, his kids. He was with someone young enough to be his son."

"And as gross as that is, it's none of our business." Sam said with a shrug, "We're not kids anymore, you can't be jealous of someone for being with dad. Beside's Harry been angel-ized, there's nothing going on anymore."

Dean was silent, unable to process what his brother thought he was feeling, "I'm not jealous of Harry."

"Then why are you so upset?"

"Why are you so indifferent?" Dean retorted angrily, and Sam scowled and they both lapsed into thoughtful, seething silence.

Dean was angry at John for a lot of reasons; for not trusting him with this secret, for keeping it a secret in the first place, for what he still considered, however unfairly, to be a betrayal to mom. He was disturbed that Harry was male, that he young enough to be John's third son and he was bitter that Harry had managed to save his dad when he hadn't. More than anything Dean was hurt that Castiel and Harry; whom he had started to see as almost friends weren't his anymore. They were entangled with his father and any, silently selfish claim he wanted to make on them felt weak and insignificant next to that of his father's.

Maybe Sam was right, but Dean was jealous but not of Harry. He was jealous of his Dad.

--00—

Anna Milton was turning out to be more and more interesting with every new thing they learnt.

In Dean's experience interesting was bad, it meant you were either evil or it got you killed. Anna who had been describing the apocalypse with scary accuracy, had been attacked by demons in a secured ward and now, Dad had called Sam to tell them, her parents were dead; their throats had been slit and they'd been left bleeding on polished wood flooring, right beneath the photographs of their smiling daughter.

Dean glanced up at the stained glass window of the Milton's church and shivered a little. Every since angels had showed up in his life he'd found it a little harder to scoff so easily at religion. "So she's in here?"

"This is what she drew" Sam held up Anna's sketch pad level to the stained glass window, matching the pictures. "Dad said he'd meet us at the motel, he's getting it demon proofed. Ready?"

"Nope. Let's go." Dean shrugged into the confines of his leather jacket. Interesting was always bad.

--00—

"Dean? The Dean?" Anna's wide, bambi-eyes wavered over Dean's face and she smiled hesitantly at him. The sunlight was streaming through the stained glass windows in ribbons of red and violet and golden yellow and her hair was a bright halo of crimson tinted auburn that fluttered around her fearful features.

Dean gave her his best, cocky, confident grin, his eyes bright with flirtation. It helped that she was pretty. "That's me I guess. The Dean."

"It's really you. Oh, my god. The angels talk about you. You were in hell, but Castiel pulled you out, and some of them think you can help save us." She glanced over at Sam and for a moment her smile cracked and nearly slid right off her face "And some of them don't like you at all. They talk about you two all the time lately. I feel like I know you."

"So, you talk to angels?" Dean asked.

"Oh, no. No, no way. Um, they probably don't even know I exist. I just kind of... Overhear them." Anna stuttered awkwardly and he believed her.

"So, they lock you up with a case of the crazies when really you were just... Tuning in to angel radio?"

"Yes. Thank you." Anna's fear slid right off her then and she seemed to harden, like iron beneath silk at his words, soaking in his confidence.

The smile that crossed his lips then was probably one of the few true smiles he'd given since he'd returned from hell and the one Anna's returned was equally as painfully honest.

"Well at least now we know why the demons want you so bad. They get a hold of you and they can hear everything the other side's cooking. You're 1-900-angel." Dean said and glanced over at Sam as the church doors swung open.

"Quick!" Ruby all but skidded to a stop before them, her hands curled up nervously against her thighs. "Come on we need to go!"

"Her Face!" Anna cried, backing away from them and into the golden pool of light beneath the stained glass window. Her hair looked like fire haloing her panicked, disgusted features and Dean glanced at her, oddly vindicated even as Sam mumbled through an explanation.

Ruby's eyes darted back and forth between the door and Anna impatiently, "We don't have time for this. A demon's coming" Ruby hissed and then suddenly her body froze and Dean could see the absolute fear that made every cord of muscle in her body clamp up. It was probably the truest emotion he had ever seen from her.

"Too late" she whispered and Dean followed her line of sight to marble statue and the running lines of blood that was crawling its way down the Virgin Mary's face. "He's here."

There was a moment of stillness, the kind that was an odd, breathless prelude to main action in films and Dean stared at the locked door of the church with sickening fear knotting itself around his gut and just waited. Just waited because they were trapped and defenceless and there was nothing else to do.

He wasn't even that surprised at what happened next.

"Hello boys." The door ripped itself away from its frame and cracked as it flew away, exposing the aging face of the demon's meat suit. The man's hair was peppered with white and receding and his eyes were almost colourless with age and Dean knew who it was just from the slow, drawling tone of his voice.

"Alistair," he whispered breathless and the demon smiled at him and threw Sam across the room without the slightest flicker of interest. Sam's pained cry choked off into silence as he blacked out and Dean found himself stood struck dumb with fear as the man approached.

"Don't you recognise me Dean?" the man eyes flashed demon white and his smile curled at the edges of thin lips mockingly. "Oh, I forgot I'm wearing a paediatrician."

Alistair's fist was like a truck hitting his face and Dean crumbled beneath the blow and would have fallen to the floor if Alistair's hand hadn't have wrapped themselves around the tops of his arms, fingers threatening to strike right through his flesh and rip out the bones. He had done that once.

Another metal laden fist sent blood exploding through his mouth and Dean found himself gurgling it much to Alistair's obvious pleasure. "We were so close in hell," the man pressed his face closer to Dean and for a moment he thought the demon was going to lick at the blood that was coating his lips and twisted away in disgust, trying to escape his torturer's grasp even as his eyes moved around the room desperate for help.

His Dad was stood framed in the doorway, black eyed and wielding Ruby's knife.

"Get your filthy hands off my boy!" John moved faster than Dean had ever seen him, slamming the blade so deep into Alistair's back that some of the wooden handle disappeared beneath the demon's flesh. Lightning crackled dimly through Alistair and his muscles spasmed slightly, thrumming energy through them both as Dean wriggled away and stumbled behind the protective barrier his Dad made, feeling safe behind the man's black anger and protective rage.

"You're going to have to do better than that."Alistair chuckled, his hands groping at his back as he spun around to look at them, his eyes calm and unwavering despite the agony he must have been in as he examined John, "Oh well now this is interesting."

Dean didn't have time to wonder what that meant before they were running away, dragging a half unconscious Sam and a shaking Anna to their safe house.

Today was turning out to be a real bitch.

--00—

The safe-house's door blasted apart, cracking against its hinges in a mockery of Alistair's entrance, expect this time it was angels that stepped into the room, facing three guns and Ruby's black eyed fear.

"Please tell me you're here to help. We've been having demon issues all day." Dean said and lowered his gun, feeling warm relief seep through him as Castiel and Uriel stepped into the dim light of the ramshackle hut.

Castiel didn't answer but his eyes were wide, shocked circles of green as he took in the Winchester's bloody, protective positions and it was at that point that Dean knew things were about to get so much worse. The angels hadn't expected them to be there he realised and felt himself raising his gun again, uncertainly pointing it at Harry's thin, slender torso.

"I can see that" Uriel spoke coldly, his eyes trained on Ruby's quivering form. "What to explain why you have that stain in the room?"

Castiel eyes flickered away from Dean's his eyes dim and his forehead knotted. "We're here for Anna."

"You're not here to help her are you?" John stated slowly, his lips curling into a bleak, humourless smile.

Castiel glanced up, the green emerald of his eyes washed out to bright, illuminated angelic magnificence and tilted his head slowly, his tone emotionless. "Anna has to die."

If Castiel's expression was blank then Uriel's sick righteousness made up for it as he stepped around the smaller man, his hands unfurling and itching at his sides. "Don't worry I'll kill her gently."

"You can't!" Sam cried and stumbled to block Uriel's way into the back room. The angel's steel wall of a body made even Sam look small and Dean felt himself move, automatically ready to protect his younger brother even after all these years.

"Anna's an innocent girl." Sam continued desperately.

"She's far from innocent." Castiel interrupted quietly and Dean felt his attention flicker between the two angels momentarily. Despite the conviction of his words, Castiel still hadn't made a move from his position in the doorway. It might have had something to do with John stood before him, heckles raised like a dog but Dean didn't think so, he knew that Castiel could take out them all if he really wanted.

"Give us the girl" Uriel said almost sweetly and grinned, his face splitting around into a feral grin.

"Sorry can't do that try J-Date" Dean quirked and pressed the gun forward, training it on the larger angel even as Uriel's eyes pulsated threateningly with heavenly power.

"And who is going to stop us? You two or maybe that maybe that sinner." Uriel glanced over at John and his father suddenly flew across the room, as if he'd been grabbed and yanked out the way. Sam gasped and made to follow but Castiel stepped forward, staring up mournfully at his brother from beneath the curling waves of his hair.

"Cas don't!" Dean cried as the angel reached for Sam. Sam eyes flickered drowsily and his limbs collapsed in on themselves as he tumbled unconscious to the dirty wooden floor.

Dean didn't have time to move before Uriel's heavy, dark hand was clamping down on his shoulder, tugging him away from his unconscious family."I've been waiting for this" Uriel's smile was lazy and razor sharp and Dean was suddenly aware of how ridiculous it was to try and stand up to two mojo filled angels.

Harry's face swam in his vision, the man's skin pale and paper thin and stretched taunt over the sharp edges of his skull. Uriel reached for him and Dean had never hated Castiel more than in the moment as he watched the other angel motionlessly.

"Uriel I-" Harry's voice cracked and suddenly he was illuminated in a thousand shards of light that ripped through him, streams of golden energy pouring like ribbons from his finger tips and shooting out in beams from his mouth and eyes. Uriel staggered away from Dean, light erupting from him in the same way and then they just disappeared.

"What the fuck was that?" Dean gasped, shaking in relief and turned to the back room to make sure Anna was okay.

"I... I..." Anna stared up at him; her forearms were coated with blood and crimson dripped from the wall like raindrops around her. Her face bleached white and her lips quivered as she stared at the wall. "It just came to me."

Dean glanced at the wall and towards the crudely drawn sigil that she had painted with her own blood.

--00—

"What do you think?"

Sam rubbed at his head gingerly, apparently he had hit his head hard when he had fallen into his angel induced nap time and had been nursing his skull ever since he'd woken up.

"I think Anna's getting more interesting by the second. Is she okay?"

"Yeah. Dad's patching her up" Dean gestured vaguely to the back room of the cabin, "What we going to do with her? The angels may be out of the inning field for now, but sooner or later they're going to be back. We have to get her somewhere safe"

Sam nodded, "Bobby's?"

Dean smiled crookedly, "Is there anywhere else?" he stood up, feeling every bones and muscle in his body protest angrily and tried not to groan as he walked to the back room, ready to tell Dad his plan.

The room was empty apart from the dust swirling around the floor and the bloody sigil that had crusted dry against the wall in darkening crimson. "Sam, where's Anna?"

Sam appeared at his shoulder and cursed angrily. "Dad's gone. He's taken her."

--00—

Anna didn't like John Winchester.

He was scary with his muscular lumbering body and his dark, sharp eyes. The sympathetic kindness which burnt so bright through Dean and Sam had been broken down to tiny flakes of emotion in the older man and left him an angry, bitter husk. Anna started to associate people with shades of light and John was dim and grey, the small flame of his goodness choking on his own obsessive rage.

"Come on." He ordered quietly, the steel in his voice and the iron grip on her arm making her stumble after him unwillingly.

"But shouldn't we tell Sam and..."

"No" John said shortly and dragged her towards the back door of the shack, cracking it open and shoving her out into the cool night air.

"Wait!" Anna cried, barely controlling her suddenly jelly limbs and staring in horror at the door and John's looming, closed off face. "We can't leave the room, they'll come for me."

"I know." John wrapped his hand around her arm again and dragged her, stumbling and shaking down the path. Anna felt fear choke at her throat and she couldn't get the words out to scream for help as he pushed her inside the passenger seat of his car. Anna fell boneless against the worn, cracked leather and stared, wide eyed and horrified as John closed the door, trapping her inside the shell of metal.

"Don't be scared," he said as he slid behind the wheel, but the words felt more like an order than a form of reassurance and Anna just watched him blankly, still silent in fear. John put his arm across the back of her seat and reversed in one smooth movement down onto the main road. The pebbles gave way to tarmac and soon they were sailing towards the horizon. The morning threatened the further they went and the light spilled across the ground, stroking the desert sand with touches of gold.

"What are you doing?" Anna asked quietly and hunched further away as his dark eyes swung over to stare at her, because of their proximity she could see his iris weren't actually brown like she'd assumed but a very deep, dark, bottomless blue that reminded her of the lightless depths of the ocean.

"I'm saving your life." John answered and there was such simple conviction in him that she almost believed him. "I have a plan, don't worry."

John swung sharply off the road and the car skidded to stop, sending clouds of dust unfurling up past the windscreen. "Stay here." He commanded and pushed himself off the seat and away from the car, into the barren landscape. Anna obeyed him, pressing her nose against the glass to follow his movements; his footsteps echoed loudly and the weak, watery sunlight made every weary line of face sharp in his face.

"Harry!" he called, titling his face up towards the sky, "Harry! I know you can hear me. Get your ass down here. Harry!"

For a moment they both seemed to hold their breath but the only things that happened was the steady retreat of the night's shadows. John sighed and closed his eyes, his lips folding up into one defiant white line. "Castiel!"

Anna saw the angel before John did.

Castiel was stood on the wavering line of shadow and advancing sunlight, his face dark and his hair lit up and circled with light. It made a sun kissed halo around his fine features and shone through the bright green shards of his eyes. "Do you know what this means?" he asked slowly, his voice gravelly with intensity.

John stared at him hollowly, his face a painting of pain and Anna realised she was wrong. John wasn't scary at all, he was just as broken as all of the Winchester men, the only difference was his fractures were deeper, hidden beneath a veil of ruthless coldness.

"You want to kill her." John snapped and Castiel's electric green eyes flickered over to her momentarily. "Well you're gonna have to go through me. You have to kill me to kill her. So here I am, standing before you." John extended his arms, stretching them until they were at right angles from his body, his chest displayed for the angel.

Anna gasped at that and felt her insides curl and shudder with fear. Whatever plan she had expected from John it wasn't this.

The sunlight had advanced further and Castiel's face was smeared with sunlight, bleaching his features of shadows and draining the colour from his eyes. "Harry does want you to die."

"You can't kill me." John sneered and his arms flopped back at his sides.

"Do not misunderstand John Winchester, I can kill you. I can shatter you soul with a single touch. I can blast you into places where you will never crawl your way out of again." Castiel seemed to loom over the man angrily, his eyes narrowed into pinpricks of glass. "It is only at Harry's wish that I do not so. "

The angel tilted his head slightly and Anna was surprised because she knew that motion, she was doing it herself, listening to the gentle waves of angel chatter that erupted suddenly.

"The other angels are aware of my sudden disappearance. It will not be long before they come."

"Then you better be prepared to help me, or I'm dead." John replied and for a moment Castiel wavered, almost wobbling on his feet as if he'd been struck by a sudden, sharp blast of wind.

"Do you know what you are asking me to do? What you are asking of us?" Castiel's voice was razor sharp; bitter and oddly human despite the blank expression of his face. Anna stared at the angel confused, the man before John was lit up like all angels seemed to be in her vision but the light had dwindled and smouldered down to ashes at some point during the conversation and now looking at Castiel was like looking at a flame flickering inside a crystal sphere; illuminating all the human imperfections of his vessel instead of drowning them in angelic light.

The angel or rather the angel's vessel flinched away from John and hooked his left hand into the crook of the opposite elbow, creating a thin barrier between them. "I hate you for asking this of us."

"Yes" John's voice was firm but he had turned away from the angel, "and for what it's worth I'm sorry."

Castiel's vessel gave a noise of acerbic disbelief, "Apologises mean little from you. Do you know what the definition of insanity is John? Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. So I guess this means you're my insanity?"

"I'm sorry," John repeated hollowly and Anna was sad to realise that he actually was and it was breaking his insides just a little.

"Come here." Castiel said slowly and gestured for Anna to come forward.

She went hesitantly and stood nervously behind John, glad of his bulk to hide behind in the face of Castiel's sharp, shattered- glass eyes. Castiel rested a hand on her shoulder, his skin burning her through the layers of her clothes. His other hand went to John's wrist, curling around the burnt flesh tenderly, despite the angry line of his mouth.

"I'm carving sigils into your ribs." A sharp shock of pain ran through her chest and she gasped as Castiel continued. "No angel will be able to find you now and I'm sure you can keep the demons away."

John winced and straightened up as Anna stepped forward, gasping with relief. "Thank you Castiel. Thank you."

Castiel's eyes were molten as he looked at her, "Do not thank me. I would have let them take you." With an echoing sound of wings he was gone and Anna was staring, hurt and confused at the spot where the angel had been.

"Come on." John said finally, "We have to prepare."

--00—

"Castiel." Zachariah and Uriel appeared silently, their faces blank and their eyes lit up with stars and sun and heaven's promised retribution.

"I know." Castiel stared at the skies almost sadly, and turned to face the other angels "I am ready to accept the consequences of my actions."

"Your vessel has become a liability. He is a danger to our cause." Uriel appeared; tall, dark and silent behind him. His large hands clamping around Harry's thin shoulders and bearing down until Castiel thought the bones in his body would snap.

Castiel frowned a little, "My Vessel?"

"Harry Potter is a sinful, corrupting being. God has decided he is bad for you. For all the angels," Zachariah's gentle tone was almost enough to fool him, but Castiel was an angel and he knew that Zachariah's gentleness was never anything good. "We are going to rectify that problem."

"But I was the one..."

"Castiel" Uriel interrupted sharply and despite his obvious distaste of Castiel's vessel there was old comradeship shinning out from his eyes, brotherhood forged from fighting next to each other for a millennium. "This is a good thing. You will be free of this abomination. You will be able to use a different vessel."

"Indeed," Zachariah smiled pleasantly, "Of course first you need to go home."

His hand shot out and gripped at Harry's face, digging into the man's flesh with sharp glass like fingers and into Castiel with the razor blade edges of his grace. Castiel tried to call out but Harry's body didn't respond, instead he felt his spirit, folded and neatly packed into his human vessel unfurl in tatters of light as he was torn away, shattering through the physically confines of Harry's body. It hurt. It hurt like hell.

After that all he knew was heaven and it was dark.


Yes Castiel and Harry have been seperated. Anna doesn't know she's an angel. I was catching up on my supernatural and so apparently while Ash returned he wasn't all that alive. Damn you Kripke.

Next Chapter- Rapture: The boys finally meet a Castiel-less Harry and Cas gets a new vessel.