Ok, new chapter up to read!! I hope now with redoing and editing my mistakes with the chapters, the story will run smoothly from here on out. Again, my thanks for everything from alerting, favoriting and reviews! Enjoy!

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"What the…" Sam started as all three men made their way to the closed door. Dean was the first to arrive, and as soon as he placed his hand on the knob and made the creaky door open he doubled over in what seemed to be pain.

"DEAN!" Sam shouted as he tried to grab his falling brother's body. "What's wrong? Dean?" He repeated, watching as Dean's body locked itself in a fetal position, his hands lying fixed against his ears.

"Sophie, go get Sophie" he muttered out, a scowl penetrating across his face as he withered against the floor.

"No Dean! Let me help you." Sam begged as he tried to comfort Dean.

"No! Go to Sophie……" he trailed as he let out a loud "Aaaaa."

Sam looked helplessly up at Bobby; the older man could only nod his head. "Let's go."

Sam watched Dean the whole way out of the room and into the hallway until he hit the stairs and lost sight of his brother. When he struck the middle step of the stairway he could see Sophie in the same position on the floor that Dean was in and a man housed in a long trench coat standing at the fireplace.

"Who are you?" Sam growled as he ran down the remaining stairs and reached for the baseball bat that Bobby kept at the bottom of the staircase.

The thirty something man turned to his questioner and tilted his head curiously. Sam could see the shadow of stubble beginning to cover his face as he began to approach slowly.

"Stay right there" barked Sam, as Bobby cautiously made his way around Sam and over to Sophie and helped her to her feet.

"You don't need that bat" the man spoke, his voice somewhat raspy and his tone dry.

"Like hell I don't" Sam answered raising the bat higher. "I told you to stay where you are."

"The bat won't do much good Sam" the man spoke.

"How did you know my name?"

"I know all of you, that's part of the reason I am here. My name is Castiel, and I am asking you to place the bat down."

"Well Castiel as nice as you may have asked I'm gonna have to say no."

"Sam wait" came a hushed voice from atop the stairs. There stood Dean, his face ashen as he began to descend the stairs.

"Wait? Dean this guy just broke into Bobby's house."

"I didn't break in."

"Oh so what, you are Santa and you slid down the chimney?"

"Since when did you become the smart ass?" Dean whispered.

"Since you went to Hell."

"Fair enough."

"So, like my brother was asking, what do you want?" Dean repeated as he strode down a few more stairs and stood in front of Sam.

"I've come to see you Dean, and Sophie" he answered as he took his glance from his male counterpart to the female who was still somewhat wrapped in Bobby's grasp.

"You've come to see us? Wow, aren't we the lucky ones. So what is the visit for? Do you want us to do your paper route, or maybe you want to become our accountant? You are definitely dressed for that job. Nice coat by the way."

Castiel looked down at his apparel and looked back up at Dean. "I agree that the coat is a bit distasteful, but it's what he was wearing."

"He?" Dean and Sam said simultaneously.

"This devout man's body I inhabit." Castiel innocently responded.

"Devout man, a new one for you demons ain't it?" Dean smugly asked.

"Demon? I am not a demon. Didn't you two get my messages I was sending you? The one at the truck stop and the one at the mini mart?"

Dean stole a look at Sophie who in turn looked over at him. "That was you sending us messages? Can't you use email or maybe a bottle or kite?" the young woman posed. "No offense but your form of asking and telling is a bit painful."

"My apologies, I thought maybe being who you both were you could hear me in my normal voice. Apparently you cannot."

"Your normal voice? What the hell man? You are a bit cryptic in your answers you know that?" Dean

replied with a bit of aggravation.

"I can see you are beginning to become displeased with my answers so perhaps if you, Sophie and I could just go into another room."

"Absolutely not!" Sam blurted out. "You tell us all what you want or I start swinging." Sam's hand gripped the bat that was at his side a bit tighter.

Castiel nodded his head as he clasped his hands behind his back. "Very well then. I am here because we have work for Dean and Sophie to do."

"Work, what kind of work?" Dean asked.

"God's work Dean."