"I don't know what to do." Castiel called to the sky. He sat on the bench of a dew covered park. It was the dead of night and even doubled check to make sure it was empty. "Father, I am conflicted." His eyes fell to the ground as he leaned forward, resting his elbow on his knees, folding his hands. "I can see the demon, but I cannot stop it… And I cannot abandon Dean Winchester." He lifted his head back to the clouded sky above. "I need your help, Father! Please, help me."

"Ask and you share receive." A deep voice replied next to him, a touch of humour to it. Uriel. The larger angel turned to him, eyebrows rose. "What is it, Castiel?"

Castiel only glanced at his colleague, before returning his gaze to the ground. "I was not warned that Dean's soul was not completely healed." His voice was almost a whisper. It was rare he would express so much emotion. Uriel couldn't help but offer his full attention.

"If you knew, it would have been much harder to convince you to look after him." Uriel retorted simply. Who was he kidding though? Castiel didn't need any convincing. Uriel merely leaned back against the bench. "It's been bad?" Castiel's silence was his answer. "So, are you going to request to be assigned a different job?"

"No." Castiel replied immediately. He was by no means going to leave Dean. He cared for this human. He raised his soul from hell. Leaving him was completely out of the question. "I was only going to ask if there is some way to control it…"

"Well, Castiel, that's actually way I've come tonight." Uriel replied, leaning forward to match Castiel's position. "Heaven has taken note of Dean's demon side." Suddenly the trench coated angel's full attention was lock on Uriel. "They appreciate that you have not spoken to Dean about this. They've decided you are not to say a word about it." Uriel paused. "And you will keep him from harming anyone else… You also must not harm him."

Castiel was stunned into silence for a moment. "You are suggesting that I willingly allow him to torture me?"

"I'm not suggesting anything. I'm ordering it." Uriel said, he noticed the look of despair on Castiel face. "If you want to stay with Dean Winchester, those are the terms, Castiel. Do you or do you not agree?"

"I agree."

Castiel had been staying with Dean nearly every minute, mostly because Dean couldn't bear to be alone, although he would never admit the fact. It had been three days without the slightest sign of the younger Winchester and Dean was growing more stressed at the minute. He was still having nightmares of hell, but the demon had halted, not killing outside people or torturing the angel any longer. At the time, at least.

Castiel appeared back in the dark room. He glanced down at the single bed which the hunter occupied. He was writhing between the sheets. Another nightmare. Frowning, the angel sat on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on his forehead. Dean woke with a jerk.

"Wh- Cass?" Dean breathed, staring up at him with wide eyes. He leaned his head back down when realizing it was just a dream as Castiel removed his hand. "Thanks."

"It was only another dream." Castiel assured with a small nod. "Go back to sleep." As the angel pulled himself to his feet, a hand shot out from under the covers and jerked him back down.

"Stay here. I may need you again."

Castiel looked down at the hunter, licking his lips before nodding. "I will stay. Now sleep." Dean was a bit amused by the angel's assertiveness, but did nothing but rolled to his side and chuckle quietly. Castiel waited there patiently, watching him until his breath got steady. Once done, he stood and stepped away from the bed.

Shame was building up in him, making his stomach twist and eyes burn. This is the will of God. He would remind himself, but it would bring no peace. He completely and utterly failed in healing the righteous man. Dean Winchester was completely broken and he didn't even know it. Castiel sat down in the far chair, placing his elbow on his knee and his hand on his forehead, massaging it. He didn't even notice Dean who was sitting up in his bed. "Castiel."

Castiel stood back to his feet, his strong face returning. He approached the hunter. "Dean, I told you to go to sleep. It is late." Dean moved so quickly, the angel couldn't see him. One moment he was sitting in bed, the next and he was plunging an angelic blade into Castiel shoulder. He tried to scream out, but Dean's hand was over his mouth, so it only came out as a muffled yell. No one would hear it.

"Shh, easy there, Cass. Don't wake the neighbors." The voice was mocking him, lips curling into a smile as those black eyes bore into his blue eyes. Castiel did not struggle to free himself though though. He didn't struggle when the blade was twisted or when it was jerked out, but he definitely did writhe and cry out. Dean had his hand against Castiel's jaw, clamping his mouth shut. He placed the tip of the blade over the angel's stomach, just resting there, not hard enough to break skin. "Cass… You aren't givin' up on me, are ya?" Small, jerking nods were his response. The eyebrows lifted over black eyes, surprised. "Really?" By the tone of his voice, he liked this. Dean leaned down and began to whisper an unfamiliar spell into the angel's ear.

Seconds later, he was out.