Author Notes: Again, thank you krizzaaaa for be a continuous reason for me to keep writing with your reviews, just knowing someone is still reading and enjoying the chapters enough to say something means a lot to me. JadeAnime you are awesome, and it was a typo in chapter five, hopefully I fixed all the flips in his names, joy of writing most of the chapter at odd hours of the night, and chapter lengths are going to be completely random, sorry in advance? Smilewhenusaythat; I hated Ruby, with a passion, but yeah she ended up useless and thus didn't need to be around for long, as for switching POV... well that brings me to the honest author note instead of just praising my reviewers.

This chapter from Sam's perspective, should be clear, hopefully it clear, maybe, but yeah, this is a nice head's up. I wrote this chapter five times from the normal, aka following Dean, but just read like crap, then this randomly flowed out...

Castiel, angel of the Lord, and angel of Thursday was watching tv, which on it's own was slightly mind bending, but that wasn't the only thing that was still bothering him, past the killer headache of course, there was the question of why was there an angel sitting here at all? In this motel room, hanging around with someone he called 'an abomination' to wait for a demon to return from some mission of keeping another demon in line?

For that matter why was he sitting with an angel to wait for a demon to return?

Sam groaned at the thought swirling around his head and popped two little white pills, praying for them to kick in quickly, tried to not think about the fact a demon left them out for him, along with a glass of water. Never mind that demon was apparently his brother, that Dean was back from hell as a demon... that he hadn't been able to save him in time, hadn't found a way to pull Dean from hell.

"There was no possible way."

Words cut through his thoughts, and honestly he flinched and shot a look at the angel, the angel that was now studying him like just maybe Sam was the little ant that might do something astonishing, like fight a cricket for some grain and win. Wow, maybe he's been hit in the head recently, or had cracked and all this was in his mind, he was really sitting in a padded room with a 'hug-yourself' jacket.

"The demon named Ruby had you under her thrall; you would not have done anything she had not wished for."

He tried to pay attention, was harder than it should have been, couldn't ignore that his hands were shaking slightly, and carefully Sam sat the glass of water down just to give him a few moments of something to focus on. Ruby, she was a delicate topic, already had that argument with... Dean, that he'd killed her, the fact had been thrown in his face during the two day's stuck in the impala. Sam had tried to sneak away to call her, needed her to stop the itching in his bones, but hadn't thought about the demon that might be looking after him.

Had been casual, a blunt fact put forth, that he'd hunted her down, because no one was allowed to play with his little bother, had demanded to know what Sam had been thinking, hanging with Ruby of all people. Yeah that had caused an argument alright, because he didn't listen to himself, and Sam had demanded to know why he thought he had a say in matters, he was just as much as a demon.

Even now, looking back at that moment, Sam cringed at the look that had passed over Dean's face, wasn't just the flash of black eyes, or the pure rage in his tone when he said he had walk away, it was the half a second glimpse of his brother. Not the demon that was now Dean, but human Dean, who had always had Sam's best interest at heart, always.

Apparently that hadn't changed, and he just couldn't wrap his head around it, because it was a demon, that was his brother, no doubt there, when both Ruby and an angel claimed it true, but was still a demon. He had wanted his brother back, no matter what, but this was just crazy, why couldn't anyone else understand that? And now there were angels in on his, taking Dean's side? Oh, wait, no, there was just a single angel.

Took a breath and stopped staring at his hands, to look up at Castiel, this was his chance to find out why there was an angel on a demon's side, and maybe learn if he could trust said demon. "You said you raised him, why go through that trouble if you found him already turned?"An angel pulling a demon from the pit, just didn't sound right, nevermind that part of him was glad, because it was Dean in the end, and he was back, now if he could just talk his mind into fully accepting that.

Castiel honestly paused a moment, but to give him credit it was only a moment before answering in the same calmness as he handled everything else, and for a moment Sam wished he could be that unshakable.

"It was ordered for The Righteous Man to be saved, I was simply part of the platoon dispatched to search for him, it was a great honor to be chosen for the task, and thus we dived into hell with no hesitation. Hell is vast, in many layers and mazes, but I traveled on, certain that he would be found as my Father's will, as The Righteous Man he would stand out and thus be a beacon, I was as mistaken as I was correct."

Castiel looked away, and was his turn to stare at his hands folded in his lap, and Sam honestly hesitated a moment before speaking up, "Hey, it's alright, I mean you succeeded, right?" Not the greatest of words, but how does one console an angel exactly?

His head snapped up, and Sam jerked back, hadn't even been near him, with the angel still sitting in front of the tv, but the glare had him flinching, sure he was about to be zapped for saying the wrong thing. Death by angel had to be a better way to go then on a random hunt, right, better than death by ghost?

"No, I did not succeed, I found Dean Winchester and faltered at the sight of his blackened and twisted soul, he fought off the hordes that sought to sink claws and teeth into my grace, instead of being the savior to a tortured but human soul, I was the one saved. Fifty years in hell and I was weak, exhausted, I would not have made the climb back up, did not have the will to return with news of failure, The Righteous Man was lost because I was too late."

Window panes shook, the tv whined and fell silent, Sam tried almost in vain to catch the glass of water that vibrated off the nightstand, and not look directly at the angel that was casting a light show across the walls, were those wing shadows? Like honest shadows and an angel's wings And for a moment Sam forgot himself and glanced, only to cringe from the blast of pain that seared through his eyes, not doing that again, his headache had almost been subsiding, and now he was pretty sure his head was going to explode.

Castiel had already looked different, not like monster different, but sometimes, when Sam stared too hard, or too long, he got an overlap, happened with demons too, and this episode was only making it harder to not see the 'otherness' of the angel. The effect had been faded, since coming to, and being told he'd been out for two days, with Ruby's blood mostly from his system that was to be expected, but was still pretty sure, if anyone else had been around, the wings wouldn't have been seen.

Was so going to pretend that hadn't happened, for the sanity of everyone involved, and with glass of water back in his hands, Sam shifted on the bed, awkward as hell, "Well, uh, thanks? I mean for finding him." Tapped fingers against the glass, ignoring the fracture that ran up it from the blast of power moments ago, was trying to move forward, not draw attention to the idea that maybe the angel needed to not be out letting his emotions, everything was safer when he remained coolly aloft.

Sam was still coming to terms, no denying that, it was embarrassing really, the number of times he'd blown up at the demon that was Dean, or about the fact he was back as a demon, but he was coming to terms, kinda. Still, Sam was glad in the end, that he was back, and not still in hell, being tortured… or torturing… and not continuing that thought.

"Why are you here though? I mean having an angel on our side is great, better than great, but you said it yourself, he isn't the same." Same hating asking that, but it didn't make sense, from what he'd gathered Castiel was hiding out from other angels, those he called brothers and sisters, and thus stuck in a dingy motel room, instead of off doing whatever it was angels did.

Silence stretched, and he was sure there would be no forthcoming answer, that Castiel was done with his sharing mood, but carefully, with measured movements, Sam watched him sigh and look towards the window. "Because I was too late to save him, but he saved me."

Was as simple as that, and it made sense, suddenly it clicked into place, and Sam nodded, because he had to do something, give some sort of response, yeah it made perfect sense. Dean had never been able to just let things go, leave someone innocent in danger, didn't matter if the someone was an angel, and the place was hell, while he was a demon, it wasn't him. Maybe his brother was a demon, damned, lost and broken, but he was Dean, and somehow he'd thought to help an angel out of hell just because he could.

Sam most likely wouldn't have noticed, if he hadn't been watching Castiel out of the corner of his eye, just in case the guy decided to explode with power again, but the angel jerked, a faint movement with widened eyes. Was all he needed to be on his feet, knife in hand, didn't even remember sitting the glass down, but it didn't matter, trained instincts, if the angel was acting like a shit storm was brewing quick then he was going to be prepared.

"Uriel found him."