A/N: Happy Friday...almost Saturday! It's been a day, I'm sorry this took so long and it's so short. More next week I promise!

P.S. For those of you asking, yes, Dean is moody because Mulder looked at his car wrong, and because he's not completely onboard with having Mulder and Scully onboard! That's all. He just doesn't want to be a glorified babysitter.

Chapter 20: Angels and Demons

"Unbelievable," Mulder gasped as he stared at the man in a trench coat, looking more like an agent then any of them in that moment, and who had just appeared out of thin air.

"Believe it now?" Sam asked with a half laugh, "you wanted answers to the truth, and into this side of things, well then you're going to have to believe in a lot more than you anticipated."

"Like the fact that Angels are real, and if Angels are real, then so are demons. And if those beings could be real, then by extension, so is God," Dean explained and placed a hand on the shoulder of his favourite angel. "This is our friend Castiel, he's an angel of the Lord."

"Hello," Cas said as he watched the strangers questioningly. "Why am I here, Dean?" He asked.

"To prove a point," Dean answered.

"Heaven is in a state of transition, and we believe that Amara did not actually destroy Lucifer when he was ripped from within me, but rather that he's seeking a vessel once again. You haven't seen or heard from him, have you Sam?" Cas asked and all at once there was concern in his voice.

"No," Sam answered and his eyes grew wide.

"You didn't think to call and tell us this as soon as you heard about it?" Dean asked angrily now. "I mean, that's kinda a big thing to not tell us, and more specifically Lucifer's true vessel."

"Vessel?" Mulder asked trying to follow the conversation that had turned volatile very quickly.

"Lucifer is an angel, like demons, they have to possess humans to walk the earth, but Angels have true vessels and demons do whatever they want," Sam answered the question because he was the calmest of the three.

"Angel's also need permission, whereas demons just take," Dean jumped in. "And Sam just happens to be the true vessel of Lucifer!"

"Sucks to be you, Sam!" Mulder commented.

"Yes, and that is just one little thing, in the multitudes of things, that Angels don't like to tell their friends!" Dean accused angrily as he spun back on Cas.

"I've been preoccupied with a heavenly purpose bestowed upon me by God himself, just before he left again. I'm sorry I didn't have time," Cas huffed.

"But you just popped in here," Dean continued.

"You called like there was a reason," Cas countered unamused by the state of affairs. "So, why am I really here? Your point is proven, and really, you only need it to be made to Fox because he's been lying to himself, or pretending to lie to himself."

"What?" Mulder asked in shock as embarrassment showed on his face. "Scully is the skeptically one."

"Not in this case, and not when it comes to her faith," Castiel corrected the man standing slack jawed in front of him. "Dana believes with all her heart and all her soul, that I, and my father, exist. And, she prays for you to find what you are seeking. She prays very often for you, Fox."

Mulder looked to his partner for confirmation and received a nod that didn't actually set him at east.

"If Angels are real, then demons are as well," Mulder said as if in his own state of revelation, and even though Dean had already made that known to them. "And possessions, and people not being who they think they are are!"

"Dean, has the King of Hell on speed dial as well," Castiel commented. "Yes, it is all real."

"The King of Hell?" Scully asked and there was concern, maybe even fear, in her tone.

"Yeah, you keep your friends close and your enemies closer," Dean answered with a shrug.

"Don't lie, Crowley is your friend," Sam scolded in a way that was also teasing.

"He's helped us enough for his own benefit, of course, but I wouldn't necessarily call him my friend," Den countered. "He likes to trick me into things. Friends don't do that to friends!"

"Crowley, the King of Hell? Isn't Lucifer the King of Hell?" Mulder asked ready to debate theology just for the sake of disproving the proof right before him. He wanted to hold onto his disbelief.

"Lucifer was the ruler of hell, he didn't necessarily call himself the king. He took my vessel when I offered it to him, in the great battle against the darkness. He was ripped from me, and we all thought he'd been destroyed, but now that does not seem like the case. I should be working that avenue, rather than standing here with you, but I am bound to come when they call. I feel a deep obligation to Sam and Dean Winchester, even though they call me a dick. Now you tell me, who is the dick in this situation?" Castiel asked as he shot an accusing glare over his shoulder at the boy behind him. "And, if we must debate theology, as I can see that that's what is in your heart, Lucifer is technically an archangel, therefore a heavenly being and not completely bound to hell. Crowley however is a demon and bound to that realm."

"Speaking of archangels, what is going on in heaven?" Dean asked. "We haven't seen you in a good while and well, that's unusual for us, and you haven't checked in."

"Michael has been returned to heaven when Lucifer was released, and the cage was opened by Rowena. The cage still stands, and we will return Lucifer to his rightful prison once we find him," Castiel answered.

"What about Adam?" Sam asked concerned once more.

"Adam has been returned to heaven and is in the safe keeping of his mother. Once again, Dean, you are the vessel of Michael, congratulations, but you need not worry about that," Cas explained as vaguely as usual.

"Who is Adam?" Mulder asked as he continued to try and follow the conversation that spun widely away from what was actually going on.

"Our half brother," Dean answered.

"So it's all a family affair?" Mulder asked and his face twisted in deep confusion. "How does Skinner fit into all of this mixed up theology?"

Sam and Dean exchanged a concerned look knowing full well that Samuel hadn't given any truths to Mulder and wondering wordlessly if it was their place to say anything.

The pause in the conversation was too long and made Mulder suspicious.

"He's keeping secrets and so are you," Mulder accused.

"Well we know that you are too," Dean said with a shrug. "All present who have died and come back from the dead, raise your hands," he added as Sam launched his hand into the air. Castiel followed slower and Dean raised his own hand high above his head.

"All right, so I died and came back, what truth does that prove?" Mulder asked. "It was because of aliens and experiments. What does it have to do with Skinner?"

"Aliens had nothing to do with your resurrection, you died as a result of their experiments, and your government, but it was the will of heaven that brought you back and saved you again more recently," Castiel countered. "Your god-sent is this woman and you are back for a greater purpose," he added and motioned to Scully who had remained silent through most of the conversation.

"Did I die after my abduction?" Scully asked, her question solely directed at Castiel.

"No, you were being guarded by heaven then, just as you are now. You were being encouraged to stay by the archangel Raphael, back when he was doing the job he was meant to do," Castiel answered but his speech finished full of bitterness.

"He's gone now," Sam said sympathetically.

"For now, but not for long," Castiel corrected with a sigh. "With God back and his sister influencing his decisions, the possibility of resurrecting the archangels to deal with Lucifer and Michael current state of mental health, is very much in the cards. If he wills it, and if we cannot find and lock Lucifer up, then Chuck will resurrect the archangels."

"Chuck?" Mulder asked.

"God likes to be called Chuck," Dean answered. "It's long and convoluted and he's God so he can do whatever he wants."

"But wait, Cas, I thought you said he was returned to heaven, Michael, that is," Sam questioned.

"He was, but you remember what happened to you after you time in the box with

Lucifer. Imagine what it's been like for Michael who was all alone with Lucifer when you were brought back again," Cas said. "All he does now is mumble the alphabet backwards and eat tacos."

"Why tacos?" Mulder asked.

"Why eating is the better question, because Angels don't actually have to eat," Dean offered.

"From what we can gather, tacos are spicy and remind him of hell's fire and he takes comfort in the heat rather then the chill of his brother's torment," Cas explained. "At least that's what we think."

"Yikes," Sam and Dean said in unison.

"What does this all have to do with Skinner?" Mulder asked impatiently. "And why are we all sitting here, and not dealing with werewolves?"

"Skinner is our dead grandfather Samuel Campbell, and he was a hunter before he was FBI. Hell, he probably know more about werewolves then we do," Dean said bluntly as he became fed up with the circling and the interruptions. "That's right, he's been raised from the dead many times."

"What?" Mulder and Scully asked together in shock.

"We're not really sure we should have told you that," Sam said and slapped his brother upside the head.

"Well it's out in the open now, so let's get back to werewolves and this case," Dean added and batted his brother way. "Please, before Mulder blows a gasket and Castiel goes off in search of Lucifer."

"He's been lying to us this whole time," Mulder said, directing his comment at Scully, and there was anger and betrayal in his voice, not willing to let this subject drop.

"If it's any consolation, we believed he'd been dead these past five years and it turns out he's been very much alive and in the FBI, so..." Dean's comment trailed off when Mulder turned and glared at him. "You know, he's been lying to all of us. It's not just you." He added to try and fix things but it wasn't working.

"I'm going to take him back to his room now, this has been a lot to take in all at once," Scully said with a sigh and tried to steer her angry partner out of the room. "Werewolves can wait."

"Sounds good, we'll regroup in the morning," Sam said and handed her the x-files he'd been studying and hustled them out of the room.

"Thank you," She said, smiled sympathetically and pushed Mulder out of the door, closing it behind them as Mulder mumbled something about lack of trust.

"So should we wait on them or deal with the werewolves tonight?" Sam asked when he, his brother, and Cas were the last ones left.

"Tonight," Dean answered. "Can you help us out, Cas?" He asked. "Or are you too busy for that?"

Cas nodded. "I'll find the pack and get back to you," he said and disappeared.

"It's probably for the best, we've thrown a lot at them in one day," Sam said when he and his brother were left alone.

"Them, ha, Lucifer is on the loose Sammy!" Dean's anger dripped with sarcasm.

"And I'm not going to say yes, Dean," Sam responded as calmly as he could, "and clearly he knows that because he hasn't come around. It's too dangerous. He knows we can lock him up again, and that we have heaven on our side. It's just something else to deal with when we get there. For now, we just shook Mulder's beliefs too their absolute core. Scully, however, took it rather well."

"Sure, for the most part they seem well adjusted to the weird, but man, talk about trust issues. He's got some major problems," Dean said and then his face twisted into something like mischief and lust. "Hey Sammy, Scully's hot!" He added with a wink.

"No, Dean, we've done enough damage for one life time, you are not going to hit on her!" Sam warned. "That is just way too low, even for you! And it's clear Mulder has a thing for her."

"But Sammy!"

"No Dean!" Sam said forcefully. "She's off limits!"

"Fine, so how do we feel about the Lucifer news?" Dean asked crestfallen. "I mean really, are you okay with it?"

"No I'm not okay, and I'm not okay knowing that an unstable Michael might still need you to be his vessel. But that's just our life, added it to the pile; the huge steaming pile we've been dealt. We will deal with that another time," Sam sighed. "For now, we need to be focussed on a pack of angry werewolves."

"Werewolves we can deal with," Dean agreed and nodded. It was clear to Sam that his brother was exhausted but ready to work.

"Yes, werewolves we can deal with," Sam said as Castiel reappeared.