Castiel had been a Watcher, once. He'd seen many things come to pass on the Earth. He watched the birth of Man, he'd watched them build and grow in quite fascinating ways. He'd been witness to many a great achievement, and had seen many things perish into dust because that was God's Will, and his Father always knew best. He'd always been at peace with that, because that was the way it had always been, why would he think anything else? His orders had always been to obey, and that is what he'd always done. He'd never felt the need to deviate, to do anything more than what was expected of him.

But now he did, now he could feel something inside, a small voice screaming at him that this was wrong, that he should do something about it. Would this really be what his Father wanted? Why were the Angels suddenly interfering with the world below them, when for as long as he'd been alive, they were always told to watch from afar, to never interfere? His Father loved the humans, it was his wish for them to be loved more than Himself. Why would he want this?

All these thoughts, and more in the same vein as he thought over his life, only started appearing because of the man he was watching now. Invisible to both Dean and Amelia, he hid in the corner as Dean did his best to comfort his friend, once again focusing on anything else but himself.

"Alright, that's enough of that." Dean told her firmly, "Enough crying, it's not going to help anyone." She nodded, wiping her eyes but the tears didn't want to stop falling. She felt so betrayed and it was all her fault. How could she have been so stupid? She'd thought she was helping. She'd hoped that Castiel would have seen that he was on the wrong side and come and help them. She'd never suspected that not only had he known about it, but that he wasn't fighting it. If she'd not given up her voice for him, getting out of this tauntingly beautiful room wouldn't even have been an issue. Which is probably why Zachariah had wanted her voice in the first place, because this had been 'long foretold'.

"Hey, look at me." Dean barked and she did, having not realised she'd drifted off slightly, "You think I'm gonna just let you stay like that? Once we get out of here, I'll fix it." She shook her head, "What, don't you think I can do it?" He challenged cheekily.

'No, I just know what you're like.' She mouthed in reply. His brows furrowed, showing his confusion at the way her mouth moved but in shapes he didn't recognise, 'Hell?' She mouthed and Dean shrugged.

"Hey, what's a soul deal between friends?" He joked, not expecting the slap that came his way afterwards. Amelia glared hard at him, before cupping her nose and mouth with her hands, going back to crying out of fear and frustration, "Woah, Amy. I didn't mean it." He promised, "Hey, don't..." He stepped forward towards her, but she turned and went back to her little seat on the floor, pulling her knees up. Dean growled, slamming his hand on the wall out of his own frustration at not being able to do anything right, and went back to pacing like a caged animal.

Castiel turned his attention to Amelia, Dean's thoughts of hatred towards himself and the angel he had no idea was there were just continuing the spiral downwards Castiel was feeling. She sat there silently, not really having much of a choice about it, hopelessness rolling off her. Then she pulled her hands together, resting her elbows on her knees as her fingers linked.

'Hi mom.' She mouthed and Castiel realised she was praying, 'It's me. Your daughter. Hope you've not forgotten about me while you've been partying it up in Heaven with all your hunter friends.' A little giggle would have been heard then, the only thing Castiel saw was a shake of her shoulders. Laughter was a wonderful thing, an expression of joy that he'd silenced in her, 'Hey, I know you'll have plenty of pull up there, want to stop the Apocalypse for us?' She glanced up. Nothing, but she knew better than to expect an answer, 'I just wanted to thank you, really. And I really, really miss you.' She squeezed her eyes shut, 'Thank you for leaving me with Uncle Bobby. And I'm sorry I gave up my voice, you always used to love to hear me sing. I just wanted to help. Castiel needed saving from them. He still does, please help him.' Castiel felt himself wince, 'And please look after Uncle Bobby for me.'

Dean glanced over at her as he reached for a burger. He was so hungry, what was the point in fighting stubbornly by not eating. The angels had won, why go hungry? He hoped she wasn't praying to Castiel, that son of a bitch had it coming to him when they were finally let out of this garish hellhole.

"... Uncle Bobby for m-" Amelia squeaked as Dean dropped the burger, turning to look at her, amazed.

"Amy?" He asked and she looked around, obviously just as confused as he was.

"Cas?" She asked aloud, voice shaking. Castiel appeared, grabbing Dean by the shoulder and slamming him into the wall. Amelia scrambled up, completely bewildered as Castiel covered Dean's mouth with his hand. Nothing was said as he reached into his pocket, but both of them stared at each other meaningfully. Dean nodded slightly, and Castiel let him go, baring his arm and drawing a knife across it.

"What's happening?" Amelia asked as Castiel began drawing on the wall with the blood he'd drawn, "Cas, did they hurt you?" He shook his head, only glancing at her once.

"No." He told her simply, "I broke the vial." She blinked before grinning widely. She'd known he had it in him!

"They're going to be pissed at you." She commented happily as he nodded, trying to focus on the task at hand.

"I should suspect so." He replied lowly.

"Castiel!" Both Dean and Amelia's head snapped to the side, Zachariah now in the room and looking livid. Castiel barely glanced at him as the other angel started walking towards them, "Would you mind explaining just what the hell you're doing?" Amelia took a breath, ready to send the bastard away with a quick note, but Castiel beat her to it. He slammed his hand in the middle of the symbol, sending Zachariah away with a flash of white light and an angry yell.

"He won't be gone long." Castiel told the pair, "We have to find Sam now."

"Where is he?" Dean asked as Castiel handed him the knife.

"I don't know." He replied, "But I know who does. We have to stop him, Dean, from killing Lilith."

"But Lilith's gonna break the final seal." Dean protested.

"Lilith is the final seal." Castiel replied, surprising them both, "She dies, the end begins."

"Well, what do we do?" Amelia asked, stepping closer to the pair, "You said you knew who knew where they are." Castiel nodded.

Dean still wasn't used to being transported instantly by an angel, so when they landed in the run down house he was taken aback by the movement rather than the location. Amelia, on the other hand, had no idea where she was, which was more worrying. They were in a kitchen, dirty and dark while a man with a phone in front of them tried to convince someone on the other end about... paying for girls? Oh, prostitutes. Nice.

"Lady, sometimes you got to live like there's no tomorrow." He declared like he knew something no one else did. He turned as he paced, finally spotting the three new people in his kitchen. His mouth fell open slightly in shock, the phone slipping down in his hand.

"Wait. T-t-this isn't supposed to happen." He stuttered out before shaking his head vigorously, readjusting the phone, "No, lady, this is definitely supposed to happen, but I just got to call you back." He hung up, looking between them, seemingly overwhelmed, "I..." He stuttered before his gaze finally fell on Amelia, "Amelia?" He asked, stepping forward. She nodded slowly, a grimace on her face as she took a step back.

"Yes." She replied bluntly, turning to Dean, "Who's the creep?" Chuck stopped in his tracks, looking uncomfortably embarrassed.

"This is the prophet, Chuck." Dean told her pointedly, almost unwillingly. His first reaction to finding out the man in front of him was a prophet had included the deep feeling of being unimpressed that he was sure Amelia was feeling. At least he was somewhat decently dressed this time.

"Oh! The guy who wrote the Supernatural books?" She asked and Dean nodded.

"Yes, him." He snapped at the reminder of the fact that his and Sam's lives were out there for anyone to read,

Amelia turned to Cas, "You think he knows where Sam is?"

"He's been granted knowledge of the future." Castiel explained with a nod, "He should have reached this part in his scribing."

Chuck nodded, "I have, but-"

"Now would be nice, Chuck." Dean barked and Chuck sprang into action, rushing over to desk and hurriedly sorting through the paper there. He was so nervous that after a couple of piles being knocked on the floor, the contents spilling everywhere, Amelia rolled her eyes and joined him, helping him sort through the crap on his unsurprising messy table.

"I-I always wanted to meet you." Chuck stuttered out. Amelia barely glanced up from the wad of what appeared to be printed pages from earlier in the day. The argument between Dean and Bobby was written out, albeit slightly more poetically than it had actually happened. He wasn't the bad of a writer, actually.

"Yeah, well, not enough to actually write me into the book." She muttered in reply.

"It didn't seem right to." He replied and she paused to look up at him, confused, "Your Choir was trying so hard to keep you hidden, it seemed disrespectful to expose you to anyone."

"That's actually really sweet." Amelia admitted and Chuck smiled at her, "It's a shame about the whores." He flushed red, back to being embarrassed before picking up a couple of pages, waving them nervously as he headed over to Dean, handing them to the intimidating man.

"Here, this is where you're up to, right?" He asked as Dean snatched it out of his hand, quickly flipping through.

"St. Mary's?" Dean asked as he reached the part where Sam and Ruby entered the building, "What is that, a convent?"

"Yeah, but you guys aren't supposed to be there." Chuck protested weakly, "You're not in this story."

"Yeah, well..." Castiel looked up from the papers, "We're making it up as we go." Dean shot him a surprised look, which only lasted a moment. A loud, high-pitched ringing noise began to fill the air. Bright light filled the room from outside and the whole building started shaking. Rubble fell from the ceiling, cupboards opening and crockery falling to the floor with loud crashes that were only just drowned out by the sound of an angel approaching.

"Aw, man! Not again! No!" Chuck despaired as his house began to crumble around him.

"It's the Archangel!" Castiel exclaimed over the screeching, turning to Dean, "I'll hold him off! I'll hold them all off! Just stop Sam!" He slammed his hand onto Dean's head and the Winchester disappeared. Castiel then turned to Amelia, eyes locking and her breath was taken away. His Grace was back, blindingly beautiful as it shone out of him with purpose.

"I am sorry." He told her honestly and desperately. He wasn't apologising for what he was about to do, which was the same as what he'd done to Dean, but he was apologising for what he'd done to them all. Taking her voice, keeping quiet about the impending apocalypse. He needed her to know he was sorry, he needed one person to see his remorse and then he'd prove it, helping them stop Sam by holding off the Archangel.

Amelia couldn't reply, a small shake of her head was all she could manage before his hand was on her forehead and she was stumbling in a completely different location. Dean was just off to the side of her, he'd obviously just found his bearings. They were both in a cold, damp stone corridor that was barely lit by candles on the walls. The only reason she could see him at all was because of the moonlight that streamed in from stained glass windows. Dean helped her steady herself.

"He must be here somewhere." Dean told her, "Come on." She shook her head, eyes still darting around. The angel who'd sent them there was still back with the prophet, about to face an Archangel on his own. His grace might have been back, streaming out of him like an energy most humans couldn't even imagine, but he was no match against an Archangel.

"What about Cas?" She exclaimed, panicking, "They'll slaughter him! He doesn't stand a chance against an Archangel! We have to go back!"

"It's his choice, Amy." Dean retorted, his voice hard because there was so little time left. He didn't need her to start arguing, they needed to hurry, "We have to get to Sam!"

She nodded slowly, "You're right." She agreed, "Go, save Sam!" His brows furrowed for a moment, wondering why she was telling him to go, then he realised. Amelia saw his face contort into panicked surprise as she belted out a note, the calm feeling that always washed over her joined by the pure happiness that it was working, making a choice that she'd make a million times over. It was a choice between the world and an angel, and she'd chosen the angel.

Dean just stared, amazed that she was gone before turning, running as fast as his legs would carry him, hoping to get to Sam on time. Hoping his little brother hadn't made the biggest mistake, and knowing that even if he had, he'd never turn his back on Sam again.

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Amelia had very little control over the angels that came to her when she sang. She could turn down the volume, as it were, stopping them appearing in full form and decimating the areas around her. She could direct them to a degree, their light surrounding someone else if she needed it to. And they could teleport her away, to wherever she wanted to be, as long as she knew where she was going.

She hated doing that. Because she had so little control over them, the trip was incredibly unpleasant and sometimes quite painful. As she came back into existence in Chuck's kitchen, she really wished she'd practised more. She'd not used them to move anywhere in such a long time, maybe it got better the more she did it.

"Amelia!" Castiel exclaimed, a hint a fear in his tone as she stumbled over to his side, panting slightly out the adrenaline they were all running on.

"You don't have to do this alone, Cas!" She told him, "They'll kill you!"

"They'll kill you too!" He replied, "You have to go with Dean." She shook her head.

"I'd like to see them try." She retorted, standing next to him and looking out the window, her face set in grim determination. Castiel couldn't help but stare, amazed at her. She knew she was going to die, he could tell that, but she was still here so he wasn't alone. He felt something grab his hand and he looked down to see her interlacing her fingers with his, giving him a comfort he didn't know he'd even needed. She smiled softly at him, but he could only reply with a look of stunned awe.

Chuck watched them both sadly, regretting his decision to keep her out of the books. The pair would have been interesting to write about.

Castiel wondered what he'd done to deserve the solidarity from the female next to him, because knowing he wasn't alone made his impending demise seem a little less frightening.

Amelia stared out into the bright, white power that was the rapidly approaching angel. She wished that she'd called her Uncle Bobby one last time. Just to say thank you, and that she loved him.

Soon even Castiel had to squeeze his eyes shut, the brightness of his older brothers so much more than any other angel could stand. The moment they'd attack, he'd be able to fight them off, but the show beforehand was always too much to behold.

The last thing he remembered was the bright light of the Archangel and the divine note that pierced the air around him.

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This chapter is sooo short, I'm so sorry! But, because I'm an idiot, I'd cut it off at a ridiculous point in the last chapter and I wanted to start Season 5 in it's own chapter. I hope it's okay, at any rate!

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