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Chapter 15

"Where's Castiel?" Dean demanded.

"Castiel's...busy," Zechariah responded with a smug smile. "Looks like you're stuck with me."

"I'm not telling you squat. I barely know or trust the one angel I've met, you really think I'm going to write Dear Abby to his bald lackey?"

The angel before him shook his head. "Lackey? Oh no no no no, you've got it all backwards Dean. You see I'm not working under Castiel. Far from it. In fact I'm his superior and he's my, as you put it, 'lackey.'" Both Winchesters' eyes widened and Dean gulped. "So you see Dean, anything you want to talk to Castiel about, you can talk to me about. Now, to answer your question, I do have answers."

"We didn't even ask a question yet," Sam pointed out not only reminding Dean that he was still in the room, but grabbing the angel's attention as well. Zechariah turned to face the younger Winchester with his brows knitted making Dean tense.

"Sam, what on Earth are you doing here? You're suppose to be off killing Lilith."

"That's not going to happen," Sam growled through his teeth.

"Wait a second," Dean cut in hoping to pull the eyes of the angel away from his sibling. It worked. "Why would angels be encouraging Sam to kill Lilith? Don't you know what it means if he does?"

"He'll free Lucifer and offer himself to be his vessel so that he may rise again," Zechariah reported as though memorizing a line.

"Why the hell would you want that?" The elder Winchester snapped.

"Castiel said angels were here to stop the apocalypse, not help bring it on!" Sam added.

"We're here to ensure that Paradise is brought." Dean quirked an eyebrow."Lucifer must rise and be connected with his true vessel so that he can go against Michael and his true vessel and then the two will battle it out in the flesh. When we win, and we will win, Michael will triumph over Lucifer, ridding him once and for all and we shall all be rewarded with Paradise."

"Sam isn't going to be Lucifer's anything."

"You're wrong Dean. You're so very wrong. We couldn't find your brother for so long. No signs of where 'the boy with the demon blood' was hiding. But now thanks to you, we've found him. We have the 'Special Child' and the 'Michael Sword' in our grasp. Finally we can get this derailed train back on its tracks again." Zechariah stepped closer to Dean who backed away.

"The 'Michael Sword?'" He repeated.

"Castiel didn't tell you? Sam my be the vessel of the devil, but you are the vessel of our savior, Michael. You say yes to Michael and together you will save the world. Well sort of anyways. Can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. What doya say Dean? Wanna save the world and bring on Paradise for all of mankind?"

"Who the hell're you and what the hell're you doing in my house?!" A fourth voice boomed. Both Sam and Dean turned to look at their friend who was now closing the back door behind him as he entered the kitchen.

"So you're the one who's been hiding the Winchesters," the angel greeted causing all three of the men to freeze where they stood.

"Alright scratch the part about who you are, I don't give a shit," the hunter growled, finding his feet again. "Get the hell outta my house!" Sam and Dean both stepped forward and placed a hand on either of Bobby's shoulders trying to stop him.

Before anyone could say or do anything else, there was the sound of giant wings and the trench coated angel appeared. Without a word, he clasped one hand on Sam and the other on Dean. None of the men had time to react before they were whirling through a quick stream of blurred colors.

When they opened their eyes again, they were in unfamiliar territory. Bobby swayed a bit and blinked multiple times. Sam put his arms out to try to catch his balance as he shut his eyes. Next to him, Dean had dropped to the floor on his hands and knees where he hurled. Finally chancing a look, Sam managed to keep his eyes open as he turned to face his brother. Just as he went to ask Dean if he was ok, a seering pain burned inside his side followed by what he could only describe as something sharpe scrapping into his ribs. The sound of his sibling and friend yelling out in pain to match his, told him they were feeling it too. Sam doubled over, putting a hand to his side while Dean who was already on the floor, was now on his back holding his.

"You're safe. For now," confirmed the gravel voice that belonged to the familiar angel.

"What...the fuck...did you...do to...us?" Dean weezed and coughed.

"I brought you to a safe and unknown location and branded your ribs with Enochian sigils."

"You what?!"

"It'll keep you hidden from all celestial beings. Including myself."

With the pain in their ribcages subsiding, all three men removed their hands from their sides and looked at the angel with wide eyes.

"Thanks?"

"You're welcome. I'm sorry I wasn't there to answer you Dean," Castiel's eyes dropped down to the floor and his head bowed a bit.

"I'm just glad you got us away from there before anything bad could happen," Sam said as he gently helped his brother up. He was still shaky but he managed to get to his feet and stay standing.

"Something bad already has happened Sam," Dean snapped.

"You're correct. Unfortunately, now Zechariah knows about that location. That house has been compromised. You two and your friend can no longer stay there."

"You mean, Bobby can't go home?" Sam asked. His features downcast.

"As long as they're looking for you, it's not safe to return."

The younger man turned to look at the hunter apologetically. "I'm so sorry Bobby."

"Never mind that, we've got more important things ta worry about. Like who the hell was that in my house?"

"That was my superior Zechariah," Castiel informed.

"You knew this whole time," The older brother accused. "About me also being an angel condom and Sam and I killing each other or whatever? 'It's Michael's destiny to fight Lucifer and win.' Sound familiar?" Castiel didn't speak, giving Dean an answer none-the-less. "You son of a bitch."

"Dean-" Sam started.

"You knew this whole time and you didn't do anything about it?! Not even a warning?!"

"I couldn't Dean."

"Yes you could have!"

"You don't understand. This is why you and Sam were born."

"Why we were born?!"

"Yes!"

"We weren't 'born' to be some stupid suit for some angels and I sure as hell wasn't 'born' to kill my brother!"

"If this is why we were born, why are you helping us?" Sam questioned trying to take control of the conversation before his brother could turn it into a full fight.

"I..." The celestial being started. Frown lines appeared on his forehead and he looked away. "I don't know," Castiel answered honestly sounding just as surprised at his words as the brothers. "It just doesn't seem right."

"You think?!"

"Well all the same, thank you Castiel," The younger brother smiled. The angel simply nodded to show he understood.

"Thank you? For what?!"

"Dean! He's trying to help, ok? He could have easily left us stuck there with that Zechariah guy, but he didn't."

Dean rolled his eyes. "For all we know he could have told him about us!"

"I didn't."

"Right. And we're suppose to believe you? After you lied to us?!"

"I didn't lie to you." The angel paused and collected himself. "It's probably best that you don't stay in any one place too long. Now that Zechariah knows you're out there, he'll be looking for you. As will the rest of my brothers and sisters. My suggestion is to stay out of sight as much as possible. Try not to draw attention to yourselves." He turned towards the hunter, "as long as you're with them, you're not safe." Sam nodded and his head drooped further.

"In case you hadn't noticed, safety isn't exactly a deal breaker for me," he said. The younger man smiled faintly.

"How will we get a hold of you if we need to?" He asked turning once more to the angel.

"Why would you need to? You have your answers. I've already done more for you than I should have."

"It might be nice to have an angel at least kind of on our side in case we come across any more of yer kind," Bobby answered. It was the youngest Winchester who spoke next.

"Prayer, right?"

"Yeah because he's so good about answering those," the older brother retorted.

"It may not be safe to pray. Others may intercept, like Zechariah did."

"The phone," Sam said more out loud to him than anyone else. "We'll give you our numbers, you can call us if you need to."

"How are we suppose to call him?"

"He'll have to get a phone."

"A phone?" The celestial being and hunter echoed in unison.

"Yeah just go into an electronic store and...on second thought, we should probably do it for you."

"Are you seriously telling an angel to get a cell?" Dean questioned in disbelief.

"Do you have any other ideas Dean?"

He thought about it for a second and then responded "nope."

"Ok then," the younger man sighed heavily with a slight nod "off to the nearest electronic store."

"This is ridiculous," the older brother mumbled under his breath.

"I'll take us," Castiel said starting to reach for the brothers once more.

"Whoa, whoa!" both Winchesters shouted and backed away. The angel stared at them confused.

"Let's just...walk. Ok?"

"That could take awhile," Castiel responded.

"It could yeah. But it's probably not a good idea to just appear in a store. People might see and freak out." The younger brother looked over at his sibling. "And I don't know if Dean's stomach could handle that again at the moment." The celestial being nodded to show he understood. "Alright, we have a plan...sort of."

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