Disclaimer: I own the characters that you've never heard of before, although I don't think that any of them appear in this chapter. All I own is the idea behind this story.

I am standing in a place that looks like it should be completely dark by the emptiness of it, but it isn't. There is a light in the middle, illuminating the area. In the middle of the light is the silhouette of something. It could've been a person if it weren't for wings, fanning around it. I step toward the silhouette, feeling the comfort and needing to be near it. "Who are you?" I ask.

It turns its head. "I think you know," it replies. I get a better view and see the angel is male in stature.

I'm sure he isn't speaking words, but I can understand him. "You are Castiel."

I realize that I'm not awake right now. I stare at him and understand why the brothers didn't want me to look at him in the chapel. Even in my dreams his presence, his essence, is blinding. "Will you put your faith in me?" he asks.

"I will," I say. "I already have." I mean, an angel is already in me, and I'm having a conversation with him. If that doesn't instill faith in a person, I don't know what will.

"Gratias," he says.

That is the most genuine thanks I've ever heard in my life. "You're welcome."

"Now, I need to send your soul away," he says. His voice is gruff and shakes something in my core. There is so much strength in his words.

I'm shaken out of my admiration, and stare at the angel, my eyes adjusting to the brightness of being so close to an angel. "Why?"

"I will not risk losing your soul by dying in battle."

"What?" I ask.

"I promise to take care of my vessel. I promise to take care of your body."

"I don't want to leave my body. I mean—"

"Do not be afraid."

"I'm not. I just want to help you." I don't know how much help I can provide to an angel, but I don't want to just sit on the sidelines while this war is going on.

"You are. By letting me use you as my vessel. I cannot thank you enough."

Slowly, the silhouette in front of me falls to one knee. I feel something as I watch him kneeling before me. I want to say it is shock and disbelief that an angel is kneeling to me. "But you're sending me away."

"I will not allow you to become a casualty."

"Then let me stay until your mission becomes too dangerous. I want to stay."

He kneels there in silence for a moment. Then he drops his head. "All right," he says, he concedes.

I feel guilty because he didn't sound like he fully agreed. But it sounds like he didn't have a choice. I don't feel right using the fact that he has no free will against him. "I will not let any harm come to you while I use you."

I want to apologize, but he probably doesn't understand what I'm apologizing for. "I know," I say instead. "And thank you."

"You're welcome."

"What will happen to me?" I ask.

He looks up at me again. If he weren't only a silhouette and had eyes, he would be staring holes into me right now. "What do you mean?"

"When you send my soul away?"

"I will send you to the Gate and you will wait outside until I deem it safe for you to return."

"And if it is never safe again. If my body dies?"

"I will try everything that I can to make sure that doesn't happen. I will not allow it."

"But if it does. If for some reason something happens and my body dies." I want to know. Would I be stuck outside the Gate for all eternity? Would I be doomed to just wander the Earth? I have a lot of questions.

"Then you will wait until I can carry you through the Gates myself," he says. I step back from him and the angel stands up from his kneeling position. "Are you all right?"

"Will I feel pain?" I ask. "If I'm in you and you get hurt?"

"You won't feel it. Your body will react to pain and injuries. I probably won't acknowledge it when it happens, but I will take care of your body. If I am able, I will heal it."

"Will I hurt you?"

"Hurt me?" he says, cocking his head to the side. If he had eyes, I imagine he would have a really confused look on his face. "What do you mean hurt me?"

"Will it hurt you if I stay in my body with you, while you're in it?"

"It shouldn't."

"But if it does. If I end up hurting you," I say. The last thing that I wanted was to be the cause of an angel's pain.

"Do not worry about me. You cannot harm me."

"Why?" I ask.

"So curious," he says. He takes notice to all the questions I'm asking. He pauses and I think that he isn't going to give me an explanation. "You cannot harm me because you are good. I cannot be harmed by good people or good intentions. Only in battle and by those that mean to harm me."

"And in battle you could die," I say, not ask.

"Not in the sense of human death, but yes, I could cease to exist on this plane. But do not worry. It is my duty as a warrior to be a part of this battle."

"Is your duty to die in it too?" I ask. He doesn't seem concerned about dying in battle.

"Like I said before, don't worry about what happens to me."

"I feel like I have to," I say. I could care less about what is happening to my body, but Castiel is using it. And I feel myself caring for him. I don't want to see him die.

I hear the voices of Rafe and Gabe trying to reach out through the darkness. It sounds like they are trying to wake me from my sleep. "The brothers are trying to wake me," Castiel says.

"I can hear them. What are they speaking?" I ask. I notice that they are speaking in the same language that they were speaking when I first heard them. They had to be trying to reach Castiel.

"Latin."

"But I thought that the Lord's language was Aramaic."

"It is," he says. "We still use it. But I speak to my saperes in Latin. Besides, all prayers in this plane are in Latin, so you can say that we have adapted."

"Either way, it's beautiful," I whisper.

Our conversation pauses for a moment as he listens for something. "It's time to wake up."

"Okay," I say.

He kneels before me once again. He grabs my hand and holds it to his forehead. I look down and watch as he slowly starts to change. His wings flap once more then drape around his body. Body parts start to form, and he becomes less and less ghostly. He becomes less bright. He starts to look like a human. He starts to look like me.

Here is chapter two. I don't really know what else to say about this chapter. I hope you all enjoyed reading it. By the way, I've decided that this story is going to be three chapters. Thanks to everyone for reading. Please review. Lil-Rock