Castiel was both scared and excited. He did it! He finally found a way to take her insanity away. The only downfall was that he would have to take it himself but he reasoned that he deserved it and he knew he would be looked after and cared for in her care. It was time. His heart beat loudly in his chest as Krystal looked up at him and smiled. He returned the smile and walked towards her. He pulled her up by her arm, ignoring the curious look she was giving him. "It's time," he said. She frowned and tilted her head. What did he mean, it was time? Time for what? She found out when he put his fingers to her temples, his eyes closed in concentration. She gasped as her eyes lit up red, along with her arms and neck. The redness travelled from her to him. She gasped abd stumbled back when the process was complete. She looked around at her surrounding, her mind completely intact for the first time in what felt like forever. She looked upnto see Castiel backing away from her in fear. Instinctively, she tried to reach out but he flinched. She watched him sadly, knowing exactly what he'd done.

It took a while for Castiel to realize who she was but once he did, she found he was quite clingly. Not that she minded. She could remember her time with him. He had looked after her and she reasoned it was only fair to do the same for him. The changes in Castiel were noticeable. He went from fierce warrior that smote evil to a child-like, crazy Angel who would rather spend his time watching bees than fight or kill another thing. She sat with him patiently during the times he would sprout out random, useless facts about anything. Angels and Demons didn't need to sleep so she stayed up through the nights talking or playing games that Castiel suddenly liked to play.

Once or twice he had looked at her full of adoration. He even went as far to ask her about her soul. She never lost her temper, never lost her patience with him. Because she understood. And he was her friend. It didn't matter that he was from Heaven and she was from Hell. Her cheeks would burn whenever he grabbed her hand or he kissed her gently on her cheek. That was another thing that changed. This Castiel rarely kissed her on the mouth. She missed it but it didn't matter. She would smile back and at night she would quietly sing for him. He would turn to her and caress her cheek. "You are so beautiful," he would murmur.

She would shake her head at him in protest. "I think you're getting mixed up with what's beautiful and what's not."

Castiel would shake his head at her in fondness before getting lost in another thought or fact. It was just his way of dealing with it like she and Sam had. She couldn't fault him for it. She sighed, knowing she would have to take him to the Winchesters, back to the never ending fight. He followed her without question, as if she were the only thing worth following. They found the Winchesters - and surprisingly Meg. They seemed surprised to see her but nodded. She walked in pulling Cas along with her. She froze as she briefly heard Meg and Dean talking about Crowley. And suddenly, as if his name were the magic words, the Demon himself showed up. Meg took one look at him and ran to the door. Crowley stopped her. "Wouldn't do that if I were you. Never know what's lurking out there," he warned.

"Back off Crowley!" Krystal commanded darkly.

Crowley's eyes narrowed at her. Sam, Dean and Meg stared at her, stunned at her newest change.

"And what if I don't? What are you gonna do about it...kitten?"

"Leave her be," Castiel said, stepping closer to her.

Crowley gritted his teeth and turned to face the Angel. "Castiel. The last we spoke, you uh, enslaved me. I'm confused. Why aren't you dead?"

"I don't know."

"Well do you want to be? Cause I can help with that."

"Alright, that's enough." Dean said rolling his eyes.

"It's enough when I say. I came here to help you, find out you've been lying, harboring an Angel. Not just any Angel, the one Angel I want most to crush between my teeth!"

Krystal growled in warning.

"Oh, so you can crush Angels now, huh?" Meg sneered.

Crowley sighed. "You bore me, you know that? You have no sense of poetry." He turned back to Castiel. "Now, what do you have to say for yourself?" He asked, as if Cas were a child that had been caught doing something he shouldn't have.

"Well I'm, still uh, honing my communication strategy. You know, I haven't even been back to Heaven. I keep thinking there are no insects up there but here we have trillions."

Crowley looked at Dean questioningly. Dean smirked in response.

"They're making honey and silk and miracles." Castiel continued.

"What are you talking about?" Crowley asked him.

"Um, preferring insects to Angels, I guess." His hand went through his pocket and pulled out a plastic bag. He stepped closer to Crowley. "Here, an offer, a token if you like. It's honey. I collected it myself," he said proudly.

Crowley stared at him. "You're off your rocker," he finally said. "He's off his rocker, is that it?" The silence confirmed it. Crowley scoffed. He glanced at a glass of whiskey on the table and picked it up. "Karma's a bitch innit?"

"Look, did you come here to donkey punch your old grudges or to help us end Dick? Pick a battle!"

"Well, I'm vexed. I'd like to do both but where's the fun in clobbering a ball of wet fur?"

Castiel looked uncomfortable and shuffled closer to Krystal.

"Text me when sparkles here retrieves his marbles, I suppose. Meanwhile," he said, pulling out a small vial of blood from his pocket. "A prezzie."

"Really? Just boxed up and ready to go?" Sam questioned suspiciously.

"I'm a model of efficiency."

"Is that right? Then why were you late?"

"Dick had me in a devil trap. He's not an idiot, he knows what you two are after."

"So what did he offer you?"

"A fair deal in exchange for giving you the wrong blood. It's Demon...but is it mine?" He shook the vial. "It's my blood. Real deal."

"And why should we trust you?"

"Good God, don't. Never trust anyone." His eyes flickered to Castiel. "A little lesson I learnt from my last business partner."

"Alright. Give us the blood."

"Certainly. Oh, bonus. Meg? I'm gonna scoop you up and take you home and roast you til you're jerky-" Castiel took a step forward. "But, not yet. Cas can have you for now. Hilariously, it seems he's taken a shine to you're Demon friend over there and as a result, you too. And the boys need Cas to get Dick. Don't they, Cas?"

Castiel looked away. "I-I don't fight anymore." He protested.

"Come on. Given the particulars of your enemies, sadly, you're vital." He tossed the vial at Sam, who caught it and then disappeared.

That night, Sam and Dean poured Crowley's blood over the bone of the nun they had chosen and waited. They looked around when nothing seemed to happen. "Maybe it worked," Sam said.

"Awesome." Dean said. He jumped when a hand grabbed his shoulder and he turned to see Castiel.

Castiel held out two plates with sandwiches on them. "So, none of this should cause you any ill affect. I went to a little farm for the weed and the lettuce and tomato and I thoughly examined and comforted the pig before I slaughtered it for the ham. Here," he said handing one to Dean and one to Sam. "You need your strength."

"Thanks, Cas."

"Hey, Cas? Why was Crowley so certain you needed to come with us?" Sam asked.

"Crowley's wrong," he said quickly. "I'll be waiting right here. But please, accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity."

Krystal and Castiel stayed behind along with Meg. They waited for the Winchesters to get back with news on Dick. Castiel paced around the cabin, Meg leant against the wall drinking a beer and Krystal sat on the couch. Castiel stopped and stared at his caretaker. It was a few moments before she noticed his staring. "What?"

He smiled. "Nothing."

"Then why are you staring at me?"

"Does there have to be a reason?"

She shrugged. "Guess not."

When the brothers finally returned, they knew instantly that their plan had not gone well.

The next day, they regrouped. "Tell me again why you turned tail for some maid. You were right there," Meg snapped.

"Shut up, Meg."

"Because Dick made more dicks," Sam said. They all stared at him for his poor choice of words. Castiel stopped and Dean noticed. "He musta kept a chunk of the original Dick Roman somewhere. And they all have to touch it."

"Hey, shifty. What's your problem?" Dean asked. They all turned to look at Castiel.

"Do we need a cat?"

"Ahem," Krystal coughed, eyebrows raised. "We already have a cat."

"Oh, right. But doesn't this place feel one species short?"

"You got anything to say on the topics of dicks?" Dean asked. He was slowly losing his patience with the Angel. It was his fault all this was happening and now he wouldn't even help them fight. "Crowley was pretty sure you could help-"

"I can't help!" Castiel said. "You understand? I can't. I destroyed everything and I will destroy everything again. Can we please just leave it at that?"

Dean stood up. "No. No, we can't."

"Dean-"

"We can't leave it. You let these friggen things in. So you don't get to make a say and you don't get a damn cat. Nobody cares that you're broken, Cas!"

There was a tense silence. Castiel put his plate down and stepped towards Dean. "Ya know, we should play twister."

And then he vanished.

"Nice, you scared off the Empire's only hope," Meg commented.

"Meaning?"

"Did it occur to you that every one of those things was in Cas? He knows them, he could see past the meat-suits."

"So he'll be able to spot the real-fake Dick Roman," Sam said in realization.

"Gold star sugar pants. Too bad he's fruit loops, you might of had a chance."

They turned when they head a noise. Castiel was on the ground sitting on a mat. The mat to twister. He span the arrow.

That night, Bobby returned. He told them what they needed them to know then begged them to burn the flask he was attached to. As much as they didn't want to, Bobby was slowly turning vengeful and they all knew it. Even if they wanted to ignore it. They went to the basement and burnt the flask. They watched as he disappeared in a bright light. When they looked back, he was gone. They looked at each other with similar devastated expressions on their faces. Unknown to them, Castiel was watching them quietly on the stairs.

Castiel looked around the cabin for Krystal. He found her outside. "Krystal?"

She turned to look up at him. "Yeah?"

He looked down sheepishly. "They just burnt Bobby's flask. He's gone and I feel so lost. I don't know what to do." He sat down next to her. "Please, tell me what to do."

Krystal thought for a moment. They needed his help, that much was clear but she also didn't want him in harms way. There was no way around it, they needed him. "Cas, we do need the help. How about this? If you come with us, I promise to never leave you and always be there for you?"

"That sounds nice. But what if we all die?"

"At least we did something instead of avoiding it and ignoring it. Those things are going for humanity and we can't let them do that."

Castiel nodded. "So, what's the plan?"

"Crowley said Dick knows we're coming so I think we're gonna announce ourselves...big. But you might wanna ask Dean just in case."

"No, I trust you. You wouldn't lie to me."

They spent the rest of the night sitting outside together.

The next morning, Meg and Krystal drove the impala. They drove fast and hard, the music loud as they crashed into SucroCorp. Immediately, employees ran out. Meg and Krystal got out, a plastic carton of Borax in their hands. They barely flinched as a man shot at them.

Inside, Sam, Dean and Castiel crept down the halls. Dean stopped outside a window and peered around. There sat Dick Roman but they weren't sure if he were the real one or not. Dean beckoned Castiel and moved out of the way as the Angel peered around. He turned back and shook his head. That wasn't the real Dick Roman.

Outside, Meg and Krystal walked away from the dead Leviathan. They stopped and turned when they sensed Demons. They grinned and one of them flung a hand out, throwing them on their backs. "The king of Hell will see you now."

Inside, Sam burst through a door and found Kevin tied up and gagged. He flicked open a pocket knife and began cutting through his bonds. "Okay, we need to go."

"Wait, we can't leave yet," Kevin protested.

"Uh, yeah we can. We gotta go."

"You don't understand. Dick's got cream in his lab and he's gonna kill all the skinny people."

"Wait, what? Slow down."

"We have to blow up the lab, Sam. Please."

"Yeah, fine. Let's go."

"You know, I think this might end up the slickest little genocide in history."

"Thank you, sir."

"Just sayin'. I smell promotion." He said drinking the creamer. There was a noise behind him and he frowned and turned to see Castiel and Dean. He looked down at the dead Leviathan. " Little abrupt...but okay. Castiel. Good to see you again. Thanks for the ride into paradise." Dean pulled out the bloodstained bone from his jacket and Dick grinned. "And good on you! Pulling that together – A-plus."

"Oh, you don't think this'll work, do you? You trust that Demon?"

"You sure I'm even me, Dean?"

"No. But he is." Dick looked at Castiel who stared back. "See, here's the thing when dealing with Crowley – he will always find a way to bone you."

"This meeting's over." He stormed towards Dean but Castiel shoved a hand and pushed him back. Dick grabbed him and threw him across the room. Dean plunged the bone into his chest. Dick gasped but nothing happened. He pulled the bone out and laughed, snapping in two. "Did you really think you could trump me?"

"Honestly?" He pulled out another bone from his pocket. "No." He watched as Castiel now stood behind Dick. He grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head back. He plunged the bone through his neck. Dick gurgled. Sam and Kevin ran into the room. "Figured we'd have to catch you off guard."

Dick opened his mouth, his face transforming back. His mouth wide with sharp, pointy teeth and a protruding tongue. He roared as his face returned normal. He grunted as black goo began running down his face. He grinned and began to laugh as waves of energy began to pulse from him. Castiel and Dean stepped back, their eyes wide. The energy was pulled back before going everywhere, covering Dick, Castiel and Dean. Sam had an arm flung to protect his face. When he looked back, all three were gone.

"Sam, we should go."

"What the hell?"

"More chompers any second, Sam!"

But Sam wasn't listening. Where was Castiel and Dean?

"Not to worry. I have a small army of Demons outside. Cut off the head, and the body will flounder, after all. Think if you'd had just one King since before the first sunrise. You'd be in a kerfuffle, too."

"Which is exactly what you wanted."

"So did you. Without a master plan, the Levis are just another monster. Hard to stomp, sure, but you love a challenge. Your job is to keep them from organizing."

"Where's Dean?"

"That bone...has a bit of a kick. God's weapons often do. They should put a warning on the box."

"Where are they, Crowley?!"

"Can't help you, Sam." He clicked his fingers and the Demons that had Meg and Krystal appeared behind Kevin. They grabbed the boy and held on. "Sorry, Sam. Prophet's mine." He snapped his fingers and they disappeared. "You got what you wanted – Dick's dead, saved the world. So I want one little Prophet. Sorry, moose. Wish I could help. You certainly got a lot on your plate right now. It looks like you are well and truly...on your own."

With another snap, Sam found himself alone in the room.

"Wake up!" Dean woke to find himself laying on the floor in what looked like a forest. "Good. We need to get out of here."

Dean stood up and looked around. "Where are we?"

"You don't know?" Castiel asked.

"Last I remember, we ganked Dick."

Castiel nodded. "And where would he go in death?" He hinted.

"Wait. Are you telling me-"

"Every soul here is a monster." There was a rustling in the trees. "This is where they come to prey upon each other for all eternity," he said grimly.

"We're in Purgatory? How do we get out?"

"I'm afraid we're much more likely to be ripped to shreds."

Dean turned to see a pair of red eyes staring at him. "Cas, I think we better-" But Castiel was gone. "Cas?!"

Dean looked around feeling lost and afraid as he was slowly surrounded by creatures.