Chapter 4: The Unknown Reunion

Notes:

Though they can 'walk' in Hell, others can only see a ball of light white conversing or communicating with others, after all angels are celestial beings of lights.

Though, Prince Angelo was three when he realized that everyone hates him and his family, there was a five year gap that will later on be explained through the following chapters. for now, Prince Angelo is eight years old when he traveled to the past.

I'm currently looking at all my stories and are reviewing and updating them slowly. Sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to Review so that you can tell me what you think.

I also incorporated some scene in this chapter wherein Castiel and Dean "officially" met.

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Pontiac, Illinois

Castiel stood rigidly beside the grave where Dean Winchester was buried. Though the angel's face does not show it, but currently he is in turmoil. Who is that light that commands so much power that he effortlessly destroys demons in his wake, in Hell of all places.

Was that light God? Could it be that his Father chooses to play a part in saving the Righteous Man? If so then why? What made the elder Winchester so special that his Father now of all time chooses to walk among men after two thousand years of staying away from Earth?

Another curious thing about the light is Castiel's attachment to it. The very same attachment is what pushed Castiel to obey its command without fully understanding the consequences of it to Heaven and their fight against evil. Though the angel's curiosity is picked he is still aware that this could be a plot of Hell to fully defeat Heaven's army. Again, his 'instincts' though tells him otherwise. In some miracle, he actually thinks that the ball of light he saw in Hell is actually trustworthy.

Castiel's musing was abruptly interrupted by the green eyed, blond haired lying beside him who suddenly took a deep breath and sat up simultaneously.

Looking confuse the Righteous Man observed his surrounding taking note all the pine trees surrounding his 'grave' and the strange empty land he sits with no sign of life except the male in a trench coat three feat away from him, observing.

Immediately regarding the man was an enemy of sort he stood up and asked, "Who are you?" in a wary voice.

"I'm Castiel an Angel of the Lord. I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition. " answered the apparent Angel calmly.

Dean's response was a puzzle to the Angel of Thursday. For instead of accepting his word and thanking him, Dean instead scowled at Castiel and replied with, "Look man, I don't know what you're selling bur I am not buying it. Who are you?"

"I told you" replied the Angel. Dean looked confuse for a moment then angry the next.

"And WHY would an ANGEL rescue ME from Hell?"

"Good things do happen, Dean" was the Angel's reply with a tilt of his head as if he is trying to figure out the mystery that is Dean Winchester.

"Not in my experience" was the whispered answer of Dean, his voice full of his conviction.

"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?"inquired the Angel while looking at the Righteous Man's mesmerizing green eyes.

"Why did you do it?" insisted Den.

"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you"

Prince Angelo's Perspective

Waiting for my parents to arrive at the gas station is simply boring since it looks like they are not arriving anytime soon. Are they arguing already I wonder or are they already discussing the reason of my father's apparent resurrection.

Becoming impatient, I decided to fly myself to my father's grave in Pontiac, Illinois. What I witnessed is something that rarely happens in my future. Its an intense staring contest between my parents, so intense that they fail to notice my arrival.

"Dean, Castiel" I said in an effort to grab their attention. I was not disappointed as they quickly turned their gaze that is laced with nothing but suspicion and trustworthiness.

"Who the hell are you?" my father asked angrily. At the same time papa asked "Are you God?" in a more mellowed and controlled voice.

"I'm Prince Angelo and no, I'm not God, Castiel. Though I am his grandson." I replied with a smile to my parents. They only look at me with disbelief.

"That's impossible" papa and father said at the same time looking at me with widened eyes.

Author's Note: Sorry for the really long update. The next chapter should come soon, maybe two to three weeks. Again, sorry just trying to build the arc that will ultimately make the chapters longer. :) Thank you so much for supporting me