The next day Dean and the others got enough sleep to be able to confidently walk into the throne room and answer Uther's questions. So, once they finally reached him in the throne room, they were surprised to find no one. "Is this some kind of joke?" Dean asked, and he was glad that he could ask that with the spell placed on him.

"I'm not sure." Cas answered honestly, but then they all heard another door open and were relieved to see that Uther had merely been late. "If I may...Is everything alright, Sire?" Cas asked cautiously.

Soon they heard the doors behind them and they turned around to see Arthur and Merlin walking in and they seemed to be just as confused as Dean, Sam, and Cas were that Uther had only just then gotten to the throne room. "Yes everything is alright. I was just asking Gaius of the events that happened early this morning, but unfortunately he wasn't witness to it, but Arthur was. So, I know that the five of you defeated the demons and the sorceress or witch...whatever you call her...but I want to know how it was done."

Cas looked at Dean with permission to tell Uther the events, and Dean seemed to understand so he merely leaned down and whispered in Cas' ear, "You can tell him about the blades if you want, just leave out Merlin doing magic."

"Very well." Cas whispered back.

"What are the two of you whispering about?" Uther asked.

"Nothing, Sire, I was just asking my king if I could have permission to tell you exactly how it happened, and he gave me permission. I can tell you how the battle went and I can show you what was used."

"Very well, speak then, Castiel."

Cas stepped forward to Uther, just enough to wear he could take out the weapon from his sleeve, and that's when they all heard swords unsheathing themselves, which were only stopped by Uther holding up his hand. "This is known as an angel blade. A holy weapon that can kill a wide variety of cruel and dark creatures. Unfortunately only my siblings knew how they were made otherwise I would give you and your blacksmith the required materials to make such weapons...but we only have three. One for myself, Dean, and Samuel. These killed the demons and their hounds as well as the witch that was working with them."

"A holy weapon? Gaius...does this mean that the weapon is magical?" Uther asked as he looked towards a pillar, and Gaius came forth to inspect the weapon.

"May I, Castiel?"

"Of course, Gaius." He handed Gaius the weapon and allowed him to examine it.

"Sire, there are no magical properties in this blade. I have never seen it's like, that's for sure, but there are some creatures of magic that can be defeated without magical weapons or magic in general. Instead, special weapons are crafted and known to be holy weapons. They aren't magical, but they can kill creatures of magic. I believe this is such a weapon. They are extremely rare, and hard to come by. The materials alone would take years to track down."

"A holy weapon...and you're sure it's not a magical weapon? It certainly sounds like one."

"I can assure you, your majesty that it isn't magic." Dean spoke up.

"Oh, and how can you assure me?"

"Because magic corrupts does it not? Magic is cruel and evil. These blades have vanquished magic without corrupting anyone. In fact it's the very purpose of these blades. They were made to kill creatures of magic."

"Gaius, is that so?"

"Yes, Sire. I believe so."

"Gaius, what all do you know about holy weapons?" Uther asked as he kept his glare on the young men in the room, but he fixed his hardest glare on Castiel.

"Well, Sire, they are said to be weapons that are made from extremely rare material and often times the materials are secret. They are also said to be blessed by priests or God himself."

Uther's eyes went wide at Gaius' words and his attention was drawn to the weapon his old friend was holding. "How long would it take to hunt down the materials?" Uther asked as he turned his gaze back to Cas.

"Truth be told, Sire...my weapon is centuries upon centuries old and was passed down through many many generations. The same goes for Samuel and Dean's blades, but we took those from my brothers and sisters. Like I said, only my siblings know the materials, and even then it was only a select few that knew exactly what the blades are made of. I apologize that I cannot be of better help."

"No, it is not your fault that you do not know the materials to make one, let alone know where we would even find them if you did know. Now, here's where I am met with a conundrum. These...holy weapons are only blessed by priests or God himself...and they are not magical yet they kill magical creatures."

"I'm sure your majesty has no difficulty in vanquishing the evils of magic without the aid of magic before...have you?"

"Indeed. I have not needed magic in the fight against magic."

"And it is a fight that is necessary until every last villainous creature of magic no longer walks the face of the earth. Don't you agree?" Cas asked, almost as if he was challenging the king, but was surprised when he wasn't met with a stern expression from King Uther, but a widely amused smile.

"I couldn't agree more, King Dean. Which is why...I am wondering how it is you gained an actual angel as your ally."

"Wait...surely Sire you can't be..." Cas held a hand up to Dean which caused Dean to be quite and a whole new feeling of fear settled into his gut.

"May I ask how you found out?" Cas asked with a grin.

"I was coming up to your chambers to speak with all of you when I heard my son ask your servant if he was really an angel and he confirmed it and then I left before I heard anymore of the conversation. So, tell me exactly how the two of you gained an angel. I am no fool, I will not say he is a creature of magic, but I will say that he is a holy creature and a more than mighty ally in the fight against magic, because of that very fact. So, Castiel...is that really your name? And I want you to answer all of my questions by the way."

"Cas..." Dean reached out a hand to touch Cas' shoulder and he earned a soft smile from the angel.

"It's alright, Dean. I'll answer his questions the best I can."

"Well...so is your name not Castiel?"

"No, it is. Dean has given me a shortened version of my name. A nickname of sorts. The blades were not made on this earth, but no they are not magical artifacts or weapons. They are indeed holy weapons that can do just as we have said. They were also made by God himself." Cas answered as he held out his hand to Gaius asking for his blade back before Uther decided he wanted to keep it. Thankfully Gaius handed it to him and he slipped back up his sleeve. "What other questions do you have, King Uther?"

"Are their real names Dean and Samuel?"

"Well, Dean's name is his own, but Samuel is usually just known as Sam. However, that's not the question you had for me was it?" Cas questioned with a challenging smile and it seemed to unnerve everyone in the room except Uther, Dean, Sam, and Cas."

"No...I have asked my question and it has yet to be answered. How did they gain you? What could two mere mortals offer an angel to make him stay on earth and fight for them, let alone to act like a servant when I assume...that is not how you normally act towards them."

"Hmm..." Cas hummed in amusement, and he for once was very appreciative of his human emotions such as amusement. "Well, I was sent on a mission to rescue the righteous man from hell. That righteous man would be Dean, who willing went to hell for his brother Sam. I pulled him out of hell where he was tortured for a very long time, and I pieced his soul and body back together so that he could crawl out of his grave...originally my brothers and sisters had work for him to do, but it turned out they only wanted to use him for terrible things, and me as well. If I didn't work for them I might as well have been dead is what they basically told me, so I fought them. I fought my brothers and sisters in order to keep myself from being corrupted by their hatred and ignorance. As for me acting as a servant, you are correct, I am not their servant, but I am happy to assist them where I can."

"Has anything been true?" Uther asked without a single hint of malice, instead it was just pure curiosity.

"The only thing that was a lie was me being a servant and human, although I have been human before and I found it unpleasant but was glad when Dean and his brother did not mind. It didn't make a difference to them, but yes...everything we have said apart from my being a servant and every way we have acted is all in truth. We truly act like this with one another, and whatever one of has said to you aside from my being a servant is entirely true."

"Oh really...so, Sam is it? Was what you told me when your brother and Castiel were fighting the truth, also...were they truly evenly matched or was Castiel holding back?"

"Oh, they were evenly matched...I have seen it enough times since the two of them met. As for what I said to you, it is the complete truth. They are practically inseparable."

Uther chuckled lightly which seemed to unnerve the knights more than there being an actual angel in the throne room. "Much like My son and his servant."

"I agree." Sam stated with a smile.

"Hmm...and Dean what you told me when my son was fighting with your servant?"

"All completely true." Dean answered with an honest smile accompanied with proud eyes.

"So...allow me to try an understand this. You, Castiel, pulled Dean out of hell because you were following orders, and you fought off many of those demons by yourself in order to save him and drag him out of hell. Then, you soon discovered that most of your brothers and sisters have become corrupt and evil as they were killing off innocent members of your family because of their own hidden agendas, and if you didn't join them you would be killed too?" Cas gave a nod to the king, becoming unsure of where this was going. "Alright..." Uther gave a ghost of a half smile as if he was briefly amused, but remembered he was still in the throne room. "...and um...you decided to join them why?"

"Because..." Cas started as he finally understood Uther's point. "I joined them and left my family because...originally angels are given a select few emotions. They are trust, fury, patience, and obedience. After I rescued Dean from hell I began to experience emotions such as joy, amusement, belonging, confusion, doubt, irritation, frustration, annoyance, sadness, curiosity, and fear. I didn't just join them for my added emotions though. I joined them because they are good men. All they want is to make the world a better place and vanquish as much evil as possible. They also wish to have those who live in the place they call home to know peace and love. I joined them for those reasons...we have fought many times since then...and I stayed because they have been true friends and even truer brothers than I could've ever asked for."

Uther chuckled once more and shook his head as if that would somehow help him understand everything at once. He still couldn't believe he was talking to an angel or that an angel would choose to ally himself with two mortals when he could've just stayed with his siblings. "Show me."

"Show you?" Cas asked.

"Come now...you're telling me you're an angel...I want to see visual proof."

"No!" Dean and Sam shouted.

"No? And who are you to deny me in my kingdom!?"

"You misunderstand them, King Uther. They say no for the same reason I say no. If I show my appearance to you, you will go blind. If I try to speak with you with my true voice you will go deaf. However...angels have a few blessed powers." Cas stated, knowing that he was borderline on saying he had magic, but he had to prove it to them somehow. "God has graced us with the gift of healing wounds, but it is not magic. Magic is evil and corrupt as you well know. This is something God himself has given us the ability to do." He finished hoping that small fib would be enough to allow him to demonstrate in front of the King that he truly was an angel.

"Gaius...do you believe it would be considered magic?" Uther asked as he felt slightly unsure of whether to call it magic or not. He certainly did not want to anger the angel, because he has read about holy wrath and he did not wish it upon his kingdom, but he still had to know.

"He is correct, Sire. Magic corrupts the very soul and it is dangerous as well as untrustworthy. I cannot imagine an angel having such qualities can you?"

"I cannot. Very well, Castiel. Show us your gift. Who would like to be the test subject other than Dean or Sam?"

"I will, father." Arthur stepped forward and grabbed his own knife before his father could object and he cut a long line on the top of his arm that went from his elbow to the top of his hand.

"Prince Arthur, I think that was a rather rash action!" Cas raised his voice.

"I'd have to agree...but unfortunately, my son is need of healing. So..." Cas nodded his head at the king and took hold of Arthur's arm and hovered his arm over the wound and glided his hand along the wound until all of it was gone.

Arthur turned to show his father and felt slightly amused by how his father quickly got up from his throne and walked towards them. He took his son's hand and inspected the arm that was wounded by his son's own foolishness and couldn't see any signs there was ever a wound in the first place. Not even a small scar. "The wound is gone, Father. Now what will you do?" Arthur asked with daring eyes.

"I have no choice but to acknowledge that the man in front of us is in fact an angel. Not only that, but that everything they said was completely true. However, there is a question that seems to be plaguing my mind."

"And what would that be, King Uther?" Cas questioned with genuine curiosity. He was pretty sure they had answered all necessary questions.

"Why here. What could the witch and demon possibly want here that would be required for their spell, what was it meant for, and did they obtain the items she was after?"

"Unfortunately we do not know all of the ingredients she needed, but we do know that she required a...unicorn horn. As for the spell, it was meant to take control of the most powerful creatures of magic so that she could use them to attack you and others who would oppose her...she did not obtain the items she was after, I know that much." Sam explained.

"Ah yes...the unicorn horn my son obtained. There seemed to be a sorcerer lurking about at the time. I assume he has probably stolen it. At least the witch and the demons didn't get their hands on it I suppose."

'Holy crap...there was actually a unicorn horn here!?' Sam thought to himself. "My thoughts exactly, Sire." Sam decided to say with wide eyes.

"Well, we should hold a celebration in your honor and in appreciation that an angel has graced us with his presence. Everyone, prepare for a feast and celebrations to happen in two days time. You are all dismissed."

"Actually, your majesty, we cannot stay long. We are needed back in our land. We have been away for too long, and our people need us." Cas stated calmly.

"I understand completely. Well, the next time you're in Camelot then?"

"We would be delighted to, your majesty." Dean answered with a broad smile.

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"I don't know why you won't just stay for the feast. My father rarely throws feasts such as that, and he watched you heal me, and he didn't try to burn you immediately." Arthur asked as they rode their horses to the clearing where Merlin, Sam, Dean, and Castiel saw the dragon.

"That may be so, but Cas is right. Not only that but I'm just thankful that he promised to keep this all a secret especially Castiel being an angel."

"You can say that again. I thought he would've bragged about having an angel in his kingdom." Sam laughed out.

Arthur nodded his head silently with a thoughtful expression as his mind ran wiled with questions and apparently Merlin saw it. "Arthur, what's wrong?" Merlin asked him.

"Can I get nothing by you?" Arthur asked with slight chuckle.

"No, not usually. However, I thought it polite to ask.

"If there is something you wish to know Prince Arthur, since you know about us and Merlin, we have no qualms about answering your questions."

"Well...I was wondering...will the three of you ever return again or will we ever see you again?"

"I don't honestly know the answer to that one. It will certainly be interesting to see what the books say now, but I don't know. It would be nice to. I know I wouldn't mind returning to this time line." Dean answered truthfully.

"Very well..."

"Hey, Arthur?" Sam started.

"Yes?"

"Please believe us that you can trust Merlin and his magic. Just...listen to everything he has to say."

"I will."

Dean, Sam, and Castiel got off of their horses and entered the clearing. "Alright, are you ready to go home Dean...Sam?"

"Yes!" They both said in agreement and in the blink of an eye they were gone.

"Alright, Merlin...I told my father we would escort them home...we have plenty of time, so start talking."

"Okay...so about that mace fight..."

"MERLIN! You cheated!"

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In a gust of wind, Sam and Dean appeared back in the bunker with Cas sliding his hands down from there shoulders, and they all sat down at the war table in exhaustion. Suddenly, they all heard a knock at the bunker door. "Expecting someone, Dean?"

"Me? No! are you?"

"No..."

"Well if you two won't answer it I will." Cas answered and went up to the door to open it while Sam and Dean stayed seated at the far end of the war table. "Well, good news..." Cas smiled as he walked down the stairs with footsteps following behind him. "...and bad news." He said as he instructed whoever was here to stand out of sight for now.

"Well, out with it Cas...what is it?" Dean questioned as he grew impatient.

"Well...good news is...it's people we know. The bad news...it's these two." Cas smiled as he motioned for them to come forward.

"I don't believe it..." Sam started as he stared at them with his jaw dropped and eyes wide.

"Arthur? Merlin?" Dean asked as he shared the same expression as his brother and started to walk towards the two men. "But...how...I thought only Merlin was immortal and even then...I expected him to be an old man by now...so how..." He tried to form coherant words but he was still too shocked at Merlin and Arthur standing right in front of them and in normal clothes too! Merlin was wearing black sneakers, dark blue jeans, a red shirt, a black jacket, and the same old blue scarf. Meanwhile Arthur was wearing a black shirt with a white jacket, black pants, and white sneakers.

"It's a long story, Dean." Merlin answered.

"You know...I hear it's legendary." Arthur joked. "Do you mind if we stay and tell you about it? I only just returned from a two thousand some odd slumber and no where to go."

"You what?" Sam asked, now standing to his feet.

"Like I said, long story."

"So...can we...possibly stay?" Arthur asked once again.

"Of course!" Dean shouted. "but first, I want to hear about everything that happened since we left and what you've done for Arthur with your magic, and when did you die...how did you die, also what happened..."

"Dean..." Merlin laughed out. "I promise we'll tell you everything."

"Good! Here...sit sit..." Dean motioned excitedly at the war table.

"Alright so let's start with the very beginning...So, my mother decided to send me to Camelot so I could learn how to control my powers better and..."

The End

Or is it?