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I open my eyes and see the twins in front of me, but at the moment there are three sets of them. My eyes close for a second and when they open, the correct amount of twins are kneeling at my sides.

I feel so deep within myself, it's like I'm wearing my skin. Like I'm an alien inhabiting a human body. "Castiel," Rafe says.

"Yes, Rafe," he says. The words falling from my lips aren't my own. The voice isn't my own. I no longer have control of my body.

"It's really you?" Gabe asks.

"Yes, Gabe, it's me," Castiel says. My voice sounds so much deeper, so much rougher. "It's good to see you my wise ones."

"It's good to see you too," Gabe says.

I think that everything is all right, but then my vision starts to go blurry, and my eyes flutter closed. "Castiel?" Rafe asks, or at least it sounds like Rafe.

"I'm all right," Castiel says. My body is telling me that he isn't.

"Your body isn't strong enough," Gabe says.

I am. I know am. "He is," he says as if he were listening to my thoughts.

"Castiel," Rafe chastises. I can hear the regret in his voice of putting Castiel in a human body. He sounds like he is closer to the angel than his brother. Not that Gabe doesn't care about him, but it seems like Rafe has a stronger sense of loyalty to Castiel than his brother does. Something is different about his relationship with each of the brothers. I guess I will figure it out in time.

I feel my entire body shaking on the ground. "Bind me," the angel says through chattering teeth.

"Castiel," Rafe repeats. He sounds shocked at the command.

"Bind me, Rafe."

My eyes open and I see him at my side. All of his regret seems to go out the window. He places one hand on my shoulder and the other on my forehead. "Gabe, help me." He is doing whatever the angel is asking of him, but his eyes are pleading and wanting to say no.

"I don't think this is a good idea, Rafe," Gabe starts. He makes his way to the opposite side of his twin. "He just reached into Hell. This can't be good for him."

My heart clenches. The angel that was in my body was strong enough to reach into Hell. And apparently he just pulled someone out. It must've made him weak, and that is what the brothers are talking and worried about. His recovering essence must be the aches and weakness I feel in my body. But I can feel him still fighting to stay in me. "It doesn't matter if we think it's a bad idea, Gabe. He asked us to bind him."

"We have a choice to say no," Gabe argues.

"I can't," Rafe whispers. His admission affirms what I thought before about him being closer to the angel.

"I know," Gabe says, falling to one knee.

"So, will you help me?" Rafe asks his brother.

"You aren't strong enough to do it alone." He sighs loudly, making his disproval of what he is about to do known. "You better hope that Mikey doesn't find out."

"She won't," Rafe replies, trying to convince himself that what he is saying is true.

Gabe puts his hands on my shoulder and forehead. "Are you ready, Castiel?" he asks.

"Please, hurry," he says. "I will not lose him."

"Lose him?" Rafe asked. "What do you mean lose him?"

"Is he still in there?" Gabe added. Both brothers pull their hands off of me.

Yes, I am. "Yes," Castiel says. His voice is shaking. I'm hurting him.

"Castiel, send him away," Gabe says.

"He doesn't want to leave."

If I am hurting him, I want to leave. I want to plead with him, but I don't think he will listen. "That doesn't matter," Gabe counters. "Just send him away."

I want more than anything for him to listen to Gabe. "Rafe, bind me," he says, ignoring everything Gabe just said.

"I will," he concedes. He puts one hand on my forehead and the other on my chest. "Gabe."

Gabe kneels down on the other side of me and does the same thing. Their hands meet on my heart. "In Nomine Patri, et Filli, et Spiritus Sanctii. Amen," they start together. My eyes shut as they begin their prayer. They say a prayer that I have never heard before. I can feel my body relaxing and becoming warmer, like something is settling in me.

They pause and I think that they are done and Castiel is bound to me. But they exhale and start one more prayer. This one I'm familiar with.

"Sancte Michael Archangele,

defende nos in proelio.

contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium.

Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur:

tunqe, Princeps militiae caelestis,

Satanam aliosque spiritus malignos,

qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo,

divina virtute, in infernum detrude.

Amen."

I feel the boys' hands leave my body but I can still feel something, like an energy, coming from them. My eyes peer open and I see them shaking. "Gabe? Rafe?" Castiel says.

"Not done yet," Rafe says.

They replace their hands on my body. "Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen."

They finish their prayer and their hands fall from his body. I feel the struggles for Castiel to stay in my body lessen. The body is officially his now. I can't claim it as mine anymore. "We have to check if it's done," Rafe says.

"Let's see," Gabe adds, making the first move. His brother follows suit and they lift Castiel into a sitting position. I can feel their hands shaking.

I don't know who, but someone lifts the shirt exposing his back. "Is it there?" the angel asks.

"Yes, it is," Gabe says. The shirt is pushed back down, and they put him back in a lying down position.

"Okay," Castiel says.

"How do you feel, Castiel?" Rafe asks though short breaths.

"Weak," he says. His voice is raspy, but it still holds the same force.

"We'll help you sleep," Rafe says, moving to put a hand on his forehead.

"No," Castiel refuses. He moves his head away from the hand. "You are still recovering."

The boys bring themselves up to one knee. "We're in a church. I can feel myself recovering already," Gabe replies.

"Gabe."

"Rafe, help me," Gabe continues, completely ignoring the angel.

"Boys, there is no time."

"And if your body isn't ready, you'll be out cold anyway. And you'll be wasting time without our doing," Gabe says. He makes his way to his feet, towering over his brother and the angel.

"Castiel," Rafe adds. "It's just enough time so your body can strengthen. So you can adjust to being in a human body."

"It doesn't matter, because he's bound. So even if he can't adjust, he has to deal with it. I told you this wasn't a good idea."

"Don't yell at me, Gabe," Rafe counters. He stands up to challenge his brother. He steps around Castiel so he can get closer to Gabe.

"You're lucky that Mikey isn't here, because you would've been outnumbered."

Still listening to them argue, Castiel tires to sit up. He makes it to a seated position and he is shaking uncontrollably. "Then I would've done it without you."

"You wouldn't have been able to. We could've found a body that could handle an angel using it as its vessel."

"There is no such thing. And Castiel chose him. That has to mean something."

"Boys. Stop," Castiel says sternly when he has the shaking under control. He isn't yelling, just enforcing.

"Sorry, Castiel," the twins say, looking away from the angel.

"Where are you staying?"

"At a motel down the street," Rafe replies.

"Okay, let's go there and I'll rest," he concedes

I can see the brothers breathe a sigh of relief at the angel's compromise. Gabe reaches into my pants pocket and pulls out my keys. He tosses them to Rafe who snatches them out of the air. "Rafe, start the car," he says.

Gabe bends down to help Castiel to his feet and lets him stand on his own. He sways, but doesn't fall. "Go with him," Castiel whispers.

"But—"

Castiel holds up a hand to stop him from continuing to say whatever he was going to say. "I will be out in a minute. I want to see if I'm strong enough to move on my own."

Gabe walks to the pew where I was sitting at and grabs my coat. "This is his," he says. "Put it on." Castiel takes the trench coat out of Gabe's hand and slowly puts it on under the twins' watchful eyes. When he is done, he points to the doorway, silently telling them to leave him alone for a moment or two. "You better not try to leave," Gabe threatens.

"I would not be able to if I wanted," Castiel says. "I do not think I am strong enough to do anything yet."

The two brothers nod in sync and head out of the chapel. As soon as the chapel door closes, he leans against a pew and sighs heavily. His body shakes as he takes in a breath. I can feel him trying hard to keep himself together. I can't imagine how hard it must be to hold an angel's essence in a vessel. His chest is heaving.

He's already hurt before the fight has even started.

"Don't worry," he whispers. "This isn't because of you. This is because of my mission. I'll be fine in a few months." He pushes himself off of the pew. I can feel another pull inside of me now. Like someone is trying to call him. He sighs. He recognizes the feeling and I don't. "Don't worry." He walks out of the chapel and toward my car where the brothers are waiting. "Let's go."

"Are you all right?" Rafe asks.

I know he's not and I want to take control of my body for one second just to tell the boys. "Do not worry, boys," Castiel says. Without another word, he gets into the backseat of my car. I can feel the exhaustion getting to him. The pull I felt in the chapel is stronger now. His vision darkens before the car even starts. I hope that he is falling asleep.

I pray that he survives this battle.

The End. I hope that this backstory was enjoyable. Whether it matches up with the real story or not, writing this was fun. So, honestly, I was going to introduce some high power to save Dean and the fact that they introduced an angel into the show matched up with an idea I had. And with this hiatus that the show has, I'll be writing another story some time soon. But I promise to finish my other story.

Thank you to my reviewers: nannon, PADavis, weeziewatts, Zarz

To answer a few questions, the story that I'm writing right now does have the vessel helping Castiel. I don't know if I'm going to give the vessel a name. I'll wait until they give him one on the show, but if they don't, I'm not sure I'm going to give him one. I like the ambiguity. So for that question, I guess it depends on the show and my mood. Finally, when Dean stabbed Castiel in Lazarus Rising, he did not hurt him. Dean is a good person. His heart is good and that trumps his intentions of hurting Castiel. Also, Dean thought that Castiel was a demon, so in my head, his intention was to wound a demon.

Thanks to all of you who have been reading. Please review. Lil-Rock

Latin Translation.

Glory Be

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost. As it was in the beginning is now, and will be forever. Amen.

Prayer to St. Michael.

St. Michael the Archangel,

defend us in battle;

be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the devil.

May God rebuke him, we humbly pray:

And do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host,

by the power of God,

thrust into hell Satan and all the evil spirits,

who wander about the world for the ruin of souls. Amen.