Author's Note: Well, finally! This is the end of Episode 2 and I basically borrowed the dialogue from "Lazarus Rising" but added a few of my own to help with where I'm taking this season! Hope you've enjoyed reading it as I have enjoyed writing it and will soon be posting Episode 3 so (please!) stay tuned! Also I love my reviews! Thank you so much! Really appreciate them! Thanks again!

Several hours later Dean wakes suddenly, feeling that presence he'd felt back at the police station in New Orleans. Careful not to wake up Sammy, who's still fast asleep, he quietly and so slowly climbed out of bed, his feet landing on the soft carpet feeling it tickle his bare feet. Picking up his clothes that are scattered around the room, he slips them on and steps into his shoes before picking up Ruby's knife and planting it in one of his pocket jeans. As he closed the door behind him the feeling's getting stronger and it seems to be leading up out the back, into the dark alley behind the motel they were staying at. Steam hisses from broken pipes and a cat meows in the distance as Dean creeps around, his hand on the knife when a voice speaks from the very shadows.

"Is that how you greet someone who helped you out of a certain situation involving steel bars and poor furnishings?" The voice, however, sounds more human than before and not like the heavens themselves.

"Who are you? Why are you helping me? And what's with the voice?" Dean asks, his fingers still caressing the handle of the knife.

The voice then suddenly appears right behind him, his cool breath on the back of his neck sends chills literally down his spine, "I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

Not turning round yet but sensing that this thing is somewhat otherworldly, if you can imagine that, Dean clenches his teeth and mutters, "Yeah, thanks for that," before turning swiftly and stabbing the thing right in the chest, knowing that if it's a demon, it'll be dead in seconds.

Yet when he turns round, he thinks that he's made a mistake. Standing there with a knife in his chest is a civilian, a young man probably in his early 30's wearing a tanned trench coat with a suit underneath, looking back at him before glancing down at the knife.

Dean soon realizes that it wasn't a civilian but if it's not a demon possessing it, what the hell is? The man gives him a smirk before pulling the knife out, hearing it squelching as he pulls it out and drops it on the floor.

"Who are you?" Dean asked again, taking a few steps back.

"Castiel."

"Yeah I figure that much but what I mean is, what are you?" His face slightly clenching, wanting to know what the hell this thing is that managed to stop time and survive Ruby's knife.

Castiel stares straight into Dean's eyes and answers him matter-of-factly as though it's common knowledge, "I'm an angel of the lord."

Dean inspects him from top to bottom before edging a little closer, "Get outta here. There's no such thing."

Castiel also edges closer, the two not letting their guard down for a second, "This is your problem Dean. You've lost your faith." Suddenly lightning strikes and from the flashes Dean swears he can see two shadows of feathered wings sprouting out of Castiel's shoulders and opening themselves up before the flashes disappear and they're gone.

"Well what's with the "tax accountant" get-up? Why aren't you in your true form?"

"My true form can be overwhelming to humans and so can my true voice which is why I'm in this form. I cannot take the risk of someone seeing or hearing me. Yet some people, special people, can see my true visage. You Dean are one of them, as you found out back in New Orleans."

"That was you talking?" Castiel nods his head before Dean remembers something, inspecting him again, "Wait, so you're telling me you're possessing some poor bastard?"

Castiel opens his trench coat, showing off the body he's currently possessing, "He was a devout man. He actually prayed for this."

Dean shakes his head, ready to go back inside, "Look pal, I'm not buying what you're selling. So who are you really?"

Castiel tilts his head to the side, as though wondering why he's not believing what he's telling him, "I told you."

"Right," Dean exhales, his face now looking sternly at the angel, "So why would an angel rescue me from hell?"

The angel steps up to Dean, his eyes never moving from Dean's, "Good things do happen Dean."

"Not in my experience," he mutters before turning away.

"What's the matter?" Castiel enquires but quickly realizing, "You don't think you deserve to be saved."

He turns back again, the same stern look on his face, "Why you do it?"

Castiel then stands tall, as though proud at what he's about to say, "Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you."

Dean doesn't know what to do. He just stands there motionless, trying to process in his mind what Castiel's just said, trying to find any reason behind it but discovers that there isn't any…as the angel disappears again into the night.