Author's Note: Sorry it took so long for me to update. I just wasn't really motivated to write, don't have a proper excuse, but this one is a little longer again. And again, sorry! Hope you guys enjoy anyways. Bye! ;)

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Chapter 6

Things go Wrong, as Usual

Castiel had been living with the Winchesters for two weeks now, they had been uneventful. They had changed the motel twice because Dean had gotten bored of the things to do there. The angel had decided that he'd allow John to hunt in this timeline as well since he had saved many souls in the other one, but he would make sure that he also spent enough time with his sons as well. Johns's first hunt would be in five days, in the original timeline it was an easy hunt. He'd be hunting a ghost, it would be, as Dean would say, an easy salt and burn. That's what it was supposed to be anyways. During his time with the Winchesters, Castiel had learned one thing: Nothing ever went according to plan. He had already gotten used to it.

The five days had passed quickly, at least for Castiel. He hadn't really helped John with his research since he had to learn himself, but he found satisfaction in keeping Dean entertained. The boy had been even more active than usual, his dad always reading or training of some sort, so the angel had kept him company. Today was the day, John Winchesters first hunt. The boys watched John as he packed his bag and put it into the trunk, then he came back to the room.

"I'll be back soon, you can have your dinner without me as well."

Dean hugged his father, who was now bending down and clumsily patting his sons back.

"Behave little man."

Dean nodded, Castiel knew that he would behave, he always wanted to make his father proud.

The angel was, of course, hoping that the hunt would be normal, uneventful. But he was smart enough to expect complications, there were complications in about..74 percent of their cases, yay. Great, he was beginning to even think sarcastic now, Sam and Dean had really rubbed off on him.

"John, remember: If you need help really badly, pray to me. I will hear your prayers and come."

John nodded. He turned around and walked to the impala, started the engine and drove of.

About three hours had passed since John's departure. Castiel wasn't worried since hunts could take time, especially for unexperienced hunters. What he did about was Dean, who was currently playing with several toy soldiers.

"Cas, when will daddy come back?"

"Don"t worry about him. He will be fine."

"But when will he come back?"

"I don't know."

"Why don't you know?"

"How would I know?"

"Aren't you supposed to? Since you are an angel and stuff."

Castiel froze. He couldn't know. What had grown-up-Dean once said? Humans, especially kids sometimes say things they don't mean or understand, no need to worry. Still, he had to be sure.

"How do you know angels are supposed to know?"

"I know that angels are supposed to know because-" A flicker of guilt crossed the boy's face, he curled his little hands into fists.

"because, uhh"

Someone had told him, Castiel could tell. He wasn't able to read stranger like Sam or Dean, but he had lived with them for a long time. A long time for humans anyways.

"You're keeping something from me Dean. What is it? You can tell me."

"But he said not to tell anybody he was there."

He could try one last thing to get this out of Dean.

"Please?"

Deans lip was trembling, his green eyes big and watery. He didn't know who to listen to. Castiel hugged him and four year old Dean started sobbing into his shoulder, attempting to speak.

"Michael."

It was merely a whisper, but enough to make Castiel's knees weak. They now had two archangels on their tales, but Micheal's intentions weren't clear yet. Maybe, if he had known Dean all his life, he wouldn't be such a dumbass. Maybe.

"Did he threaten you?"

"No, he said he was curious about me." Dean hesitated "And you. He asked about you a lot"

"What did you tell them about me?"

"I said that we adopted you and that your name is Jimmy, just like you told me to."

Castiel breathed out, he hadn't even noticed that he'd been holding his breath. After all, he didn't need oxygen.

"Good."

After bringing Dean to bed, he sat on the couch. Micheal and Gabriel both knew he was an angel, and now they were trying to figure out which one.. He couldn't risk even one false move. That was when he heard it, he tensed and instantly flew.

"I am praying to Castiel, whatever he might be. I think I am going to die."

When John arrived at the house, he shuddered. Even on a sunny day like this the house seemed hostile, like it wanted to eat you alive. It was a normal house, a cliche suburban one. Still, there was something about it's light blue wood and white frame, the flawless grass and blooming flowers. The something was called ghost. A young man had died in that back yard, stabbed to death. Apparently it had been self defense, at least that's what his killer had said. John didn't know all the details, but he did know that the spirit was still in that house, and that the young woman living in that house was the murderer's daughter. He walked up to the front door and rang the golden doorbell. Even though the spirit had been killed here, the oldest Winchester didn't know what he was doing here, after all he had to burn the corpse. Which wasn't here, at least he hoped not. The woman opening the door could have easily been a couple years younger, but he knew she was 24. He smiled politely.

"Hello, I am John Smith. I am a friend of your father and I"d like to know-"

She smiled sweetly at him.

"Hello, John. Come in, I can make some coffee."

John stepped into the house, weary of his surroundings.

"Thank you, but I won't be staying long." Again, she smiled.

"You can at least stay for a cup of coffee. My brother will be coming down soon, he just has to finish something."

John frowned. As far as he knew, she didn't have a brother, only a younger sister who had died in a car accident.

"Sure, thanks again, by the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Amy, my brother's name is Tom"

Amy walked of, probably into the kitchen, while John stayed in the living room. A man, a little older than Amy, came down the stairs. When he spotted John, he grinned so bright his teeth showed, boy he was happy.

"Johnny boy! We waited, you are late!"

John jumped into action, hastily getting to his feet and pulling out his gun. He shot at Tom once, twice, three times. The response he got wasn't what he had hoped for, Tom didn't even flinch.

"Now, now, that wasn't nice. Amy?"

The woman had gotten behind him with a tray loaded with coffee and cookies.

"And I hoped to actually drink coffee, like civilized people." Her brother shot her a death glare.

"Johnny boy, I'd say sorry but I'm really not."

He looked at Amy who was dramatically sighting.

"Fine."

She hit him over the head with a tray. A full tray. John was fighting for consciousness, his vision blurring and the last thing he saw was coffee and cookies falling to the ground. He remembered Castiel's words. Pray to me. Did he have to pray aloud? He hoped not. The last thing John Winchester thought before losing consciousness.

"I am praying to Castiel, whatever he might be. I think I am going to die"