(Anahita)

Castiel stands before me in the guise of a slightly psychotic stock broker. I resist the urge to burn the clothes from his body because his willing host, although protected by the angel, is not at fault and carrying around such a sanctimonious and conceited supreme being must be disconcerting as well as insufferable.

"Why are you here?" Castiel asks.

I reply, "You know damn good and well."

The stockbroker curls his lip because he's just been caught trying to sell one of God's investments short. He goes on and tells me, "Dean Winchester needs to go back to hell. He's faithless and disrespectful and ..."

"Won't kiss your ass?" I interject and he glares at me.

He then says slowly as if I'm stupid, "and...he..is...dangerous."

I look around me, at the dead and the living, and for a mass exorcisism I'd say the Winchesters did a bang up job, especially with the Osama Bin Laden of demons, the ever-elusive Lilith. I heard the angels break into song when her spirit departed this realm for the lowest chamber of hell and I, for one, feel vindicated though I wish it had been me that God had commanded to pull Dean Winchester from hell and not Castiel.

In His infinite wisdom part of Dean's 'work' on earth was to show me that he was worth saving, worth sacrificing myself for, and that allowed me to return to my rightful place in heaven where I can now keep an eye on him and his brother. Pushing forcefully past the Angel of Wall Street I walk to where Dean lays and think, my poor baby. He is in so much pain. Fear is radiating off of him in waves as is his inner demon as it tries to make its way back to hell and safety. When he sees me he winks and I know all is not lost.

God has sent me to deliver his true and faithful warrior and even though I don't have the power to change him from what he has become to what he once was, I can save him from going back to hell. I can keep him from dying yet again so he can fight on and hopefully, in time, I can be with him again in God's true house and not some travesty of a church such as this.

I kneel down beside him and laying my hands on him I take away his pain, his fear and fill him with hope and joy. The demon is tucked carefully back inside of him where it belongs and he sits up, body completely renewed. He smiles at me and says, "Ah, Angel? Next time you might want to put on some flowing robes."

It then dawns on me that I am corporeal and that I am naked. Knowing that no one can see me unless I wish it, I smile at his impudence and stand up to help him to his feet. He quickly looks around amongst the bodies in search of his brother, who lays unconscious near the head of the center aisle, surrounded now by a pure white aura.

I go to Sam, followed reluctantly by Castiel, and kneel down beside the boy and look up at my fellow angel as he stands over Sam's prone form, a smirk on his face. Dean comes up to kneel beside me. I wonder if he will try to pinch my ass but he just brushes Sam's hair back from his forehead and tells me, "Cas here says he can help Sammy. Promised to give him back his sight if he destroyed Lilith." I feel like smiting Castiel all over again and 'out' the smug bastard.

"Castiel can't help Sam," I tell Dean, "He's not powerful enough." and we watch as Castiel squirms under Dean's murderous gaze. I can feel Dean's disappointment, his anger at being used, but he needs to know that, in war, this is the way angels sometime do battle. Threats, coercion, lies, fighting fire with fire and he says he understands but I know the lines are smearing too much for him, now. He likes to know with certainty what's good and what's evil, who's good and who's evil and what he's confused about most now is himself.

He gets it that Sam's blood was mixed with an angel's and that the whole demon king thing was wrong but he wants to know how he fits into the grand scheme of things now. I tell him that God's plans always includes a certain symmetry, a yin to a yang, a light to a dark, a Dean Winchester to a Sam Winchester and he smiles.

"My seeing eye dog to Sammy's blind dude," he says and I can see into his heart. I know he will unselfishly and gladly spend the rest of his life being his brother's keeper but what I mean is the symmetry of an angel with the blood of the fallen to a demon with a pure heart.

I can't change what has happened to Dean Winchester but I can help Sam Winchester. I take Dean's hand and closing my eyes I open my heart to his and tap into his pain. The pain of his father's sacrifice hits me hard as does his pain for Sam's plight and, though its almost unheard of for an angel to cry, I have been blessed and tears begin to slip from my eyes. They trickle down my cheeks and fall onto Sam's face running into the voids where his eyes should be.

Moments later Sam moans and begins to stir and, opening his eyes, he recognizes me and whispers, "Angel?"

"Dude!" Dean says shaking his brother's arm and when Sam smiles up at him Dean just keeps on shaking him and repeating, "Dude!"