A/N: Hello again guys! :)

Thanks for your follows, favs and reviews (Special thanks to lilyflowerseverus and tiddo-mus) that was a really good motivation to update asap. But since I'm in the middle of the 'exam season' please be a little patient with me :)
Also sorry for all of this tradgedy and the feels in the last few chapters, but spoiler alert: it's not getting better anytime soon. I really hate myself for being that mean but I kinda a thing for sad storys...

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter, always feel free to leave review to let me know if I've crossed a line at some point XD

Dean wasn't sleeping well that night. He actually didn't want to sleep, but after they drove back to the motel room after this whole thing with Pamela and then running into a bunch of demons later at a café, Dean had to get some sleep. Just three or four hours would've been enough. But it looked like the nightmares didn't want him to get the rest he needed.

It was dark, the hot air was so thick that he could've cut it with a knife. The waves of pain rolled over him made him scream over and over again. They had skinned him, the burning that ran through him everytime a little breeze of air brushed his body had put tears in his eyes. Some of them were running down his cheeks leaving behind a burning trail on his bare muscles. Now the demons were trying to cut off one of his arm with a dull butterknife. It hurted like hell but it wasn't the worst part of it all. The worst part was the knife Allistair used to cut through Deans muscles. The pain got worse with every second that passed, so that it didn't even take a minute to make Dean feel like his whole body had caught aflame.

It stopped, all of a sudden. A flash of white light appeared before his eyes, pushing away the darkness as the memory tore off. He felt better, even though he still felt the burning deep inside of him.

For a second he thought he saw the outlines of a face. Colours shining through the veil of white light. Pale Skin, framed by dark hair and this familiar kind of blue he had already seen before. The picture was blurry and he saw nothing but those three colours but it seemed familiar somehow.

He woke up sweating and shaking. The noise that had woken him up was the same noise he heared at the gas-station. He covered his ears, trying to lower the volume while he was rolling up into some Kind of a fetal position. The mirrors on the ceiling started shattering into pieces and fell down to the floor. In a way Dean couldn't explain the shattered glass didn't hit him. The windows bursted and every single electric thing in the room turned on.

The noise disappeared as suddenly as it had come. As fast as he could he got up to grab his phone and call Bobby. It was probably the worst idea of all times and extremely stupid, but he was angry now. He often did stupid things when he was angry.

He was going to summon this son of a bitch.

This was the second time Castiel tried to talk to Dean, it was the second time he failed. He sank down onto the grass, sobbing in dispair, when he felt how another angel entered the heaven. It was Uriel, again.

"Castiel, my brother!", Uriels usually calm and monotonous voice sounded awkwardly cheering this day, "Good news for you."

Castiel didn't look up to him, he wanted to be alone.

"What?", the angel asked roghly, his voice a little shaky.

"They agreed! They gave you a second chance!"

"To do what?", Cas whispered hoping that Uriel wouldn't hear the whiny tone in his voice.

"To fight, Castiel! They gave me your vessel, they said you could help us to find Lilith. And kill her."

As Castiel heard that he slightly looked up to Uriel, his eyes widened immediatly. He wasn't able to say anything. Hope was building up in his chest. He saw Uriel Standing beneath him, his right hand had grabbed the collar of a familiar trenchcoat. It was the one his vessel - Jimmy - was wearing. He was unconcious but Uriel held him up to stop him from falling over. Castiel took a deep breath before closing his eyes and started to return into his vessel. When he opened his eyes again he felt better.

"With what do we start?", he asked while getting up.

"Tracking Lilith. She'll probably try to kill Dean Winchester. She still didn't get that her plan failed."

Castiel grinted his teeth. She wont lay a hand on Dean, nobody would ever come far enough to kill Dean. He'd make that sure.

Uriel put a hand on Castiels shoulder, to try and calm him down. Castiel gave him a half smile but before one of them say or do something, Castiel fell to his knees. They summoned him, again. But this time he had no reason to hesitate.

Dean sat on the table in the middle of the barn they had prepared to summon this demon. He sighed as he looked over to Bobby.

"You sure you did it right?"

Bobby raised an eyebrow and gave him a scolding glare.

"Just asking", Dean muttered, looking at the demon knife in his hands.

He heared thunder, the wind was shaking the thin walls. It was a storm that had appeared all of a sudden. Dean jumped down to the Floor, grabbing his shotgun.

The doors flew open and Castiel started to walk in. He looked around, the walls covered in Symbols, devils traps, literally everything that stops the evil from getting inside. Then his eyes caught sight of Dean. Their gazes met but it didn't feel the same. His eyes were cold, glareing at Castiel in confusion and anger. He looked like when they first met. Afraid and distrusting. It made Castiels heart break. Dean seemed like a stranger to him, his expression was stone hard, the lovely smile that had usually appeared when he saw Cas had now vanished.

Dean on the other hand was confused. His heart had skipped a beat when the stranger had walked in. His face fitted perfectly into the shape of the blurred outlines he had seen in his dreams. He felt that twinge again wich confused him even more. Trying to hide all those feelings he had put on his poker face, like he often did.

As the stranger passed the devilstraps without hesitating, Bobby started shooting. Dean wasn't sure about what to do. There were two voices in his head. One of them telling him to shoot already, the other one trying to convince Dean not to hurt the strange man - for some unknown reason. The first voice won, even though Dean felt strange as he started to shoot the man. But, whoever he was, just walked on, not taking his eyes off of him. As the man finally stood infront of him Dean got really nervous.

"Who are you?"

That was it. The Moment Castiels heart fell apart completely. They had stolen Deans memories but Castiel always hoped he would at last remember anything, even if it was something totally stupid. But that was the final proof, none of his memories were left.

Castiel decided to stay emotionless about that, at last on the outside.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.", Castiel said camly trying to keep his voice free from every emotion.

"Yeah, thanks for that!", Dean replied, quickly sticking the demon knife into the strangers chest.

That hurted. Not because of the knife in his chest, but because of the one who had put it there. Castiel wanted to grab Dean by his shoulders and shake him until he remembered. He wanted to cry and be weak for once. The man that had told him that he loved him just a few days ago had just stabbed him with a god damned demon knife. But no one would know what he was thinking about, his face was completly calm, almost graceful. He looked down onto the knife sticking in his chest, pulling it out without hesitating.

In the egde of his eyes Castiel saw how Bobby started to run towards him, attempting to attack him , but Castiel was faster and quickly put two fingers onto his forehead. He fell onto the Floor, unconcious.

His eyes were still fixed on Dean, watching how his mask dropped. Castiel saw the panic and shock behind Deans big green eyes. That was the thing he never wanted, scare Dean. But before more time could pass Castiel put himself back together.

"We need to talk.", with a quick look at Bobby he added, "alone"

Castiel was looking through some of the books and files that laid on one of the tables. They had taken notes with them on wich was written how to trap all kinds of demons. They really didn't think of the posability that he wasn't evil or trying to kill them. He would never hurt Dean, but he didn't remember that.

"Who are you?", Dean asked again after he had looked after Bobby who was still lying on the floor. He was just unconcious but he still worried. Who was this guy? Rescueing him from hell, burning out Pamelas eyes and then knocking out Bobby! If Dean wasn't as that terrified he'd punch this guys face until no one would ever recognize him again. But even though he was as that angry ther still was this voice, telling him that he could trust this man. That feeling told him not to be afraid, because whoever he was wouldn't hurt him. But this feeling was hiding in the darkest corner of his mind, and too weak to ever get completely through to him.

"I already told you."

"I mean what are you?!"

The stranger turned to face him again. The lights were literally exploding and Dean heard the thunders from outside again. A pair of wings, casting shadows on the wall.

The stranger raised his voice again.

"I'm an angel of the lord."