THE LOST ANGEL: CHAPTER NINE

Warnings; Torture of a small girl. Yes, I hate me too now.

I didn't edit this chapter, nor did I edit the last one- don't be too harsh.

Dean had taught Cas some new sigils when they heard it. It was a loud thump and a small scream. They both hurried out to Bobby's living room, shocked at the sight that met them.

Anna was there, her arms were crossed and her face concerned.

Sam was on the floor, holding his pregnant wife in his arms. They looked confused, heck, they all did. Why would Sam have to be here? For what reason had Anna dragged them away from their perfect apple pie life? It had to be something bad. It just had to be.

''They're in danger.'' Anna spoke quickly. ''The demons found out you were there for a visit, now they're after them too. Good job, Dean. What were you thinking?!''

''How could I know that-''

He was cut off by Anna's loud yelling. ''How could you know? Dean, for father's sake, you're an angel! What did you think would happen, huh? You and Castiel are supposed to be hiding! Not bringing new people into this mess.''

''Quit telling me how to do my damn job!'' Dean yelled back, just as loud.

''Then start doing your damn job!''

''You don't know Cas like I do!''

''Just because you've fucked him doesn't mean you-''

Castiel had pulled Sam and Jess up from the floor by now, motioning for them to join him in the study. The couple followed after him, and he closed the door behind them. They could still hear the angels yell at each other, but he chose to ignore it.

The man, Sam, sighed. He looked tired, scared, confused… He couldn't blame him. His wife, Jess, was resting her hand on her stomach, looking out of the window with sad eyes.

''I'm Castiel.'' He said.

Sam smiled weakly, shaking his hand. ''Yeah, Dean told me about you. I'm Sam.''

''Yes.'' Castiel nodded. ''Dean told me about you.''

''Uh, merry Christmas.'' Sam said, smiling.

. ''It's Christmas?''

Jess was sat in Bobby's small lean chair. '' Yes, it's Christmas Eve actually. How long have you been here?''

''Longer than I thought, apparently.'' Castiel sighed, rubbing his temple. ''Well, happy Christmas I guess.''

There was an awkward silence.

''So…'' Sam mumbled. ''How are things between you and Dean?''

Castiel raised his eyebrows. ''They're good, I guess.''

''So you're together then.'' Jess smirked.

''What? No. Why would we? We're friends.'' Castiel sighed. He really didn't want to talk about his feelings for Dean. Jess and Sam were nice, but this was something he wanted to keep for himself.

~.~.~.~

It was a girl. She was skinny, white and blond. She was only nine years old, just the way he liked it. The youngest were the best. They always screamed so sweetly when he cut through their pink flesh. They didn't have to much fat on their bodies, but their skin was easy to carve into. He smirked as the blood flowed out of her young body, making her pale and dry. He could see the color of her cheeks disappear, her eyelids closed, and she stopped breathing.

''Having fun, are we?''

He turned around, smiling as he put his tool down.

''Crowley, it's a... good to see you again. Here for another class?''

The king of the crossroads rolled his eyes at him. ''As if.''

He smirked disgustingly, licking the blood of his tool. ''You shouldn't be so arrogant, dear. Have you forgotten who taught you?''

Crowley rolled his eyes. ''Oh please, you may have taught me a few things, but at least I don't get my suit dirty and full of blood. What you're doing is disgusting, it has no class.''

''Disgusting?'' He chuckled deeply. ''Dear, the best part is getting your hands dirty.'' He crossed his arms. ''Surely you didn't come her to insult me, what is it?''

''Castiel.'' Crowley said.

''Are you telling me you need help, Crowley?''

The crossroads demon was red in his face, boiling with anger. ''Yes, I bloody am, alright? So will you help me, or are you just going to stand here wasting our time?!'

''Ask nicely.''

'' Help me and you'll get the angel, Dean. Can't say no to that, can you, Alastair?''

He'd wanted to torture an angel for a long time, never gotten the chance though, they were tricky things those angels…

He smirked, licking the caked and now dry blood away from his fingers. ''Oh, it will be an honor to help you, dear friend.''

They shook hands. Crowley left with a curse as he wiped the blood off his hands.

~.~.~.~

What do you get when two angels, two hunters, a man and a pregnant woman try to celebrate Christmas Eve together? Fucking awkward is what you get.

He and Anna were clearly still pissed off at each other, glaring at each other while sipping their hot chocolate. Cas asked Jess questions about her pregnancy, Sam of course tried to get Cas to talk about his and Cas' relationship (Which was just fine, thank you very much). Bobby, of course, was drinking, complaining about his house not being a goddamn resort. The grumpy man loved having some company though, Dean could tell.

Dean decided to make things more interesting.

''So, Anna, Cas and I were hoping you could help him.'' Dean mumbled awkwardly when Sam and Jess was asleep, and Bobby was watching sports.

The redhead narrowed her eyes. ''Okay.''

Dean patted his friend on the back. ''Basically he's on his period. He's got it all- mood changes that happen in less of a minute, sensitivity issues etc.''

Castiel glared at him. ''It is not that bad!'' He snapped.

Dean gave Anna a look that said See, I told you!

She sighed. ''Right.''

Five minutes later, Castiel found himself tied to a chair, with a hand in his chest. The hand was currently moving around in his body, inside his soul. His screams were muffled by the cloth in his mouth, but the pain didn't go away.

After what felt like hours, Dean untied him. He collapsed on the floor, sweating and panting heavily. ''Please tell me you found something.''

Anna shook her head sadly. ''It's… It's similar to when an angel falls. Before an angel falls it… it goes through a phase of emotions. For example, if an angel rebels, it'll fall slowly. It becomes human in a slow and barely noticeable matter; it's like it gets drained. Before their final phase, right before they're completely human they go through a phase… It goes through all the human emotions all the time to get ready for life as a human.''

She sighed. ''But I checked, there's not a speck of angel in you, and there never was. Zero. So it can't be exactly that…'' She snapped her fingers, handing him a potion. ''This helps for angels in that situation, it sort of, makes you stabile. Balanced.''

Castiel sighed, stroking her palm. ''Thank you, you have been very helpful.''

''Yeah, Anna, thanks.'' Dean said. ''So, you leaving now or what?''

Anna smiled. ''Yes, Dean, I'm leaving.''

Dean and Castiel watched her leave.

Then it was just the two of them.

Alone.

''So…'' Dean mumbled. ''What do you think of Sam?''

Castiel smiled. ''I liked him. Though he reminded me of a mother nagging her son about how his relationship was going.''

Dean laughed at that. ''Yeah, I heard.'' He paused. ''Do we have to talk about it?''

''What's there to talk about?'' Castiel tilted his head. ''Surely we find each other attractive and enjoy one another's company. When this is over and you go back to Heaven I'll miss you, but that's just how it has to be. Right?''

Castiel looked at him pleadingly.

Please say no. Please say you can stay with me. Or take me with you to Heaven. Please don't forget me. I won't be dead without you, but I will miss you. Please say no.

''Yeah.'' Dean said, biting his lip. ''Yeah, that's... how it has to be.'' He looked up.

Big mistake. Mistletoe.

''Oh.'' Castiel smiled softly. ''Mistletoe.''

''Yeah.'' Dean said. ''Just because it has to end doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves right now.'' He pulled him in for a chaste kiss.

Castiel blushed, stroking his cheek. ''I'm going to bed now, Dean. Goodnight.'' He smiled at the angel before leaving him alone in the living room. He went to the guest room and slept like a baby.

~.~.~.~

The next day was better. Still strange, but better.

It was Christmas Day. Sam was bummed out because all of their presents, including the ones for their baby, were under the tree in their living room. Jess, however, smacked his head and told him they had worse things to worry about.

They were all eating, drinking (well, not Jess, obviously), and enjoying themselves when Dean asked Cas to join him out in the kitchen. Castiel raised his eyebrows, but followed him anyway.

''Is something wrong?'' He asked, worried.

Dean shook his head, smiling. ''No, I just… I got you a Christmas present.''

''Oh.'' Castiel sighed. ''I didn't know we were… I didn't get you anything, I'm sorry. I didn't expect…''

Dean laughed. ''Relax, buddy, it's okay.'' He handed him a small package. ''Here, open it.''

Castiel did.

It was a necklace. Not just any necklace. The necklace Dean always wore, everywhere he went. The amulet. Castiel gasped. ''Dean… I can't have this.''

The angel nodded. ''it's yours now.'' When Cas didn't say anything he stepped forward, and helped him getting it on. He smiled. Castiel looked great in it.

''You look great in it.'' Dean said, patting his shoulder.

Castiel blushed. ''Thanks…''

Of course Sam chose to walk in on them while they were still having a moment.

''Hey guys. What's-'' Sam froze, gaping. He turned to Dean. ''You gave him your amulet?''

The angel shrugged. ''Yeah.''

Sam laughed, rolling his eyes.

''So, when's the wedding?''

Castiel blushed and Dean glared.

''Shut up, bitch.''

''Whatever, jerk.''

Christmas wasn't so bad after all.

I don't even know anymore. Apparently I ship Crowley and Alastair.