A/N: Heya! I'm having a little problem here. Some of you asked me whether Castiel would join the relationship of Dean an Alastair making it a threesome. Honestly? I didn't think about it until you brought it up (and manapohaku…while Harry is where the main focus lies in this story I won't neglect other important characters). So what do you think? Want him in or not, because I don't care either way and it wouldn't have any significant impact on the story. Let me know what you think an I'll see what I can do.

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Chapter 25: Castiel

Dean and Alastair landed in a junkyard outside a house that had certainly seen better days in Alastair's opinion, though she didn't really care. She walked over to one of the broken cars close to the house's entrance, sat upon the hood and watched how Dean walked up to the front door. To her amusement, it seemed that Dean was a bit frightened about his upcoming confrontation with his old friend.

Dean looked around for one last time hoping that Bobby wouldn't react too violently to his new condition before he knocked sharply against the door. It was only a few minutes later that he could hear rumbling coming from inside the house and shortly after a man in his late fifties opened the door.

Said man took one look at Dean his expression quickly changing from shock and surprise to suspiciousness. In an instant, the man had a gun in his hand and pointed it at Dean.

"Hey, hey, Bobby, it's me! Dean," Dean exclaimed, but Bobby didn't seem to believe him.

"Prove it," Bobby demanded.

"How am I supposed to do that?" Dean asked in disbelief.

As an answer Bobby threw a handful of salt at Dean who quickly dove out of the way, not wanting to be hit by it because it would hurt him.

"Bobby, what is that supposed to be?" he asked the older man, ignoring the low chuckling of Alastair who watched the proceedings with growing amusement.

Bobby, now even more suspicious of Dean, grabbed a bottle of holy water, opened it and flung part of the content towards Dean who had to jump to the side to avoid it. That movement, however, set off Alastair who laughed uproariously.

"You are so going to sleep on the couch tonight," Dean snarled at the demon with a glare for merely standing there and laughing about his predicament.

"I highly doubt that!" Alastair said with a knowing smirk.

"Oh, you'll see," Dean snapped back diving under yet another attack with holy water.

"Bobby, if you'd stop for a moment I'll explain everything."

Bobby though set off after him, chasing Dean around the entire scrap yard, using either salt or holy water. The whole thing made Alastair, who watched the chase with flagrant glee, laugh even harder. What Dean couldn't see in his attempt to run away and hide from his old friend was that said friend chased him with a massive smirk on his face. Also the fact that none of the attacks hit Dean was a good indicator that Bobby knew very well about Dean having become a demon and that he didn't chase him to hurt him but for some other reason, probably to make Dean pay for something.

Alastair couldn't help it, she found it highly amusing.

"Bobby, would you please stop and listen to me?" Dean now whined.

"So ya can tell me that you became a demon? I already know that ya idjit!" Bobby now laughed.

That actually made Dean stop and turn towards Bobby. "What?" he asked in disbelief while raising his hand to shield his face because Bobby flicked the bottle with holy water towards him again. However, since it was empty now, only a few droplets flew at Dean one hitting his hand. "Ouch," he hissed shaking it to get the water off of it.

"Ah, stop yer whining, it'll heal," Bobby chuckled, shaking his head. "Come on, let's go inside then you can tell me everything."

"Why did you chase me around the entire junkyard if you knew?" Dean demanded while massaging his hand where the holy water had hit him and sulkily following Bobby.

"For making me worry about you, idjit!" Bobby told him, hitting Dean over the head.

"Are you two done playing tag?" Alastair asked with amusement when they reached her.

"Who're you?" Bobby grumbled.

"Alastair, at your service," the demon replied bowing with a flourish.

Bobby's eyes narrowed on her, he knew very well who that demon was. "What're yer intentions with Dean?" he eyed her suspiciously.

"Would you believe me if I told you that I wouldn't do anything that would jeopardise our relationship?" Alastair raised an eyebrow. "Dean is the first decent person I met in aeons, I would be stupid to do anything."

Bobby looked the demon up and down trying to gauge whether she was truthful or not but in the end he came to the conclusion that it was Dean's problem.

"Alright, but should…," he started, but Alastair quickly interrupted him.

"Yeah, yeah, should I hurt him…yadda yadda…save it, Sam already gave me that speech," Alastair recited mechanically.

Bobby gave her one last look before he nodded. "Keep all demon business or torturing out of my house and we're good," he told her, turned around and entered the house. "Want somethin' to drink?"

"A coffee would be nice," Dean said, Bobby nodded.

Dean and Alastair looked at each other and followed him inside. When they reached the library, Dean gave the demon trap that was painted on the ceiling a wary glance, stepped around it, and sat down in one of the chairs, closely followed by Alastair who draped herself over his lap.

"You're still sleeping on the couch," Dean muttered.

"Are you sure?" Alastair asked in a seductive tone while leaning forward and nibbling at Dean's earlobe, earning herself a low moan from Dean.

Just at that moment, Bobby entered the room with a pot of coffee and three cups. Seeing Alastair draped all over Dean he groaned.

"Get a room you two, will ya?" he snarled.

Alastair chuckled lowly but leaned back, stopping her seduction of Dean.

"I wonder…you're taking what I've become quite well," Dean wondered.

Bobby laughed lowly. "First, Loki kept me informed about what was going on, so I'm not surprised. Second, Sam called me shortly before you showed up and told me what happened."

"And you still had to chase me?" Dean groaned.

"A little payback," Bobby smirked. "So, why're ya here? I doubt that ya only came for a cup of coffee and Sam didn't say anythin' about why ya were gonna come."

"Yeah...you see now that the first seal has fallen the others are soon to follow. Crowley informed us that Lilith plans to break a certain seal soon, the Rising of the Witnesses it's called. From what Loki told us it practically means a mass break-out of the homicidal ghosts of those people we couldn't save, killed or are otherwise connected to their death. The problem is that we don't know how to stop it once it begins," Dean explained.

Bobby hummed lowly. "I think I read somethin' 'bout that specific seal," he muttered. "Gimme a moment."

He walked over to one of the many shelves in his library and looked over the spines of the different books, searching for a specific one. It took a few minutes, but finally, he found the one he was looking for, pulling it out he opened it, flicked through the pages while walking back to his chair before sitting back down. Once he found a particular page, he began to read.

"Yes, here it is. There's a ritual to initiate the so-called Rising of the Witnesses. This book luckily contains the counter-ritual," Bobby told them showing them the page. "I should have everything needed here so that we can end it before too much damage is done."

Alastair looked the ritual over and nodded. "This ritual is fairly easy to perform and should be quick," she mused when her head suddenly snapped up. "Cover your ears! NOW!" she shouted doing precisely that.

Dean looked at her a bit confused but followed through because he trusted Alastair, well mostly, but enough to heed a warning anyways. Bobby though was a bit slow, and when they all heard a high pitched shrieking that was apparently on the right frequency to shatter glass, he winced before also covering his ears. Luckily the only things that could break and were in their vicinity were the cups, so they thankfully didn't run the risk of being injured by flying glass. The shrieking continued for about a minute before it vanished as quickly as it came.

"What in the name of sanity was that?" Bobby asked, rubbing his ears in hopes of lessening the pain and the ringing at least a bit.

Alastair made a face. "This was an angel that was so stupid as to try to talk to a human without a vessel. They have that annoying habit of breaking glass if they do, not to mention that they speak Enochian," she explained. "I know a bit of it and what I understood is that the angel's name is Castiel and that he wants to meet you somewhere though where, I have no idea."

"An angel?" Dean wondered humming lowly. "The question is, should I meet with him?"

"You'd Better…I doubt that he would leave you alone should you not," Alastair replied.

"Great," Dean groaned. "Having to deal with a feather-brained douchebag, just what I needed."

"Do ya really think it's a good idea to insult the angel that wants ta meet with you?" Bobby questioned.

Dean snorted before he gave him a deadpan look. "If it's the angel I think it is, hell managed to send him running around in circles when trying to get me out of there, only because I was already out and about. So yes, he is a douchebag."

"What about the fact that you're a demon?" was Bobby's next question.

"What about it? Let them try anything. Besides that, Alastair taught me to mask it, so as long as he isn't a high ranking angel, I doubt that he'll even know," Dean shrugged. "Anyway, I'd suggest that you prepare everything for the breaking of the seal, Bobby. In the meantime, Alastair and I'll go and see whether we can meet that featherbrain somewhere."

"Sounds like a plan," Bobby grumbled.

With that, Alastair stood up followed by Dean, and they both vanished in a pillar of black smoke. Bobby amusedly shook his head before he went to work, preparing everything so that he could perform the counter-ritual to the Rising of the Witnesses as soon as possible after the first ritual took hold.

Somewhere in hell – A bit earlier

Castiel walked through hell for heaven knows how long now, and the longer it took him, the more defeated he became. He wondered why none of the demons attacked him, or better yet why they actually helped him by pointing him in a direction. Not that this was a great help since he hadn't found Dean yet. Slowly but surely he was beginning to doubt that he would ever find him, and that was not putting into consideration that he had a feeling that the demons were sending him running in circles. Whether it was to keep him occupied or for their own amusement, he didn't know, although knowing demons it was probably both.

With a deep sigh, he leaned against a wall thinking through the mission he was given. Zachariah had told him that Dean was on Alastair's racks and that he should get him out as quickly as possible. He had been at the racks already quite some time ago, but he found neither Dean there nor, to his utter surprise, Alastair. Castiel had thought that at least the demon would be there with how much he loved to torture souls, yes Alastair was even well known in Heaven. It was a mystery, and Castiel began to wonder whether heaven's information was correct at all. What if hell decided to place Dean somewhere else? It would take aeons to search the entirety of hell. Or what if hell decided to throw Dean into purgatory? Then heaven would be screwed, Dean was Michael's vessel and therefore needed should Lucifer get out.

Castiel was standing there and musing on how to proceed when suddenly a demon wearing a dark suit appeared before him.

"So you're the angel chosen by heaven to get Dean out of hell. I have to admit that I expected more," the demon said, looking a bit disappointed.

"Who are you?" Castiel asked suspiciously. "What do you want?"

"My name's Crowley, King of the Crossroad Demons," Crowley introduced himself. "As to what I want…well believe it or not I'm here to help you. Dean left hell a long time ago, you won't find him here. If my information is correct, he's currently with an old friend of his trying to prevent the Rising of the Witnesses, or at least contain the damage."

"What? Why would he have left hell? HOW would he have left hell?" Castiel exclaimed he was even more confused now. "And why would you tell me?"

"Angel…" Crowley started but was interrupted.

"Castiel," the angel told him.

"Very well, Castiel. We want the same thing, stopping the seals from falling…stopping the Apocalypse. What do you think will happen with me once Lucifer gets out? He would dispose of me! So yes, I'm very much inclined to help you prevent it, and if that means that I had to let Dean go once his contract was fulfilled so mote it be," Crowley explained to the angel.

That made Castiel think. "But our information says that he is still in hell…how could heaven have missed this?" he wondered, something wasn't adding up, but he didn't know what. However, even though he didn't exactly understand why, he was inclined to believe the demon. It would certainly explain why he couldn't find Dean. Crowley was also right with what would happen to him should Lucifer get out, the fallen angel was even less fond of demons than he was of the humans, at least to his knowledge.

"I'll leave then, I have to contact Dean. Thank you, Crowley," Castiel said grudgingly, he didn't like being indebted to a demon.

"Hardly worth mentioning," Crowley replied watching as the angel left hell.

Crowley had gained valuable knowledge thanks to this little angel. Heaven was planning something, and it must be significant if they sent an inexperienced low-ranking soldier to get Dean out of hell. He also learned that heaven was missing a bit vital information. For one thing, it was a wonder that they hadn't caught on the fact that Dean had been out of hell for a while now, but heaven had also withheld information from the one they sent. That only made him wonder why did they send such a low-ranking angel and not a seraph in the first place. Had he and that damned pagan not agreed to help break certain seals themselves he doubted that Castiel would have been able to wander hell as freely as he had, the demons would have most likely killed him.

Shaking his head while still pondering over heaven's motives, Crowley vanished again. He had things to prepare after all.

A/N: Next chapter! Rising of the Witnesses! 'til next chapter!