Disclaimer: I only own the idea behind the story. I'm just molding the angels to fit into my universe.

The hunters drove the entire day before they reached Bobby's house. Few words were passed between Dean and Sam in the Impala. As uncomfortable as it should've been, it was almost comforting to the older Winchester. Almost. But in the silence, he was able to do some thinking.

Too much thinking.

The thought that was most prevalent in his mind was why his hand burned after he touched the knife in Eli. The burn in his hand had dulled, but his memory of it didn't do the same. He tried to make his thoughts wander to something else, but it always came back to the knife.

The knife that had the possibility of killing an angel.

But it just burned him. Maybe it affected anyone or anything that wasn't on the side of evil. The last Dean saw of it, Bobby wrapped the knife in a towel and put it in his truck. He then led the way back to his house.

When the cars pulled into the junkyard, Sam was fast asleep. He jolted awake to the sound of the doors slamming as Dean and Bobby got out of their cars. Sam followed them out as soon as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

The three of them entered the house and they were surprised to see that it was already occupied by nearly half a dozen angels standing guard.

"Where is Eli?" Bobby asked.

"He is downstairs with the archangels," one of the angels said.

Bobby didn't know his name, but he was sure he was going to learn in by the end of it all. The boys followed Bobby, ignoring the angels, as they walked to his panic room.

Standing outside of the panic room were Uriel and Michael. They were having a heated conversation. The angels didn't realize that there was a change in the occupancy of the room. "What are we going to do, Michael?" Uriel growled.

"Calm down, Uriel."

Uriel grabbed Michael by the front of his shirt and pushed him up against the nearest wall. He couldn't stand that Michael was so nonchalant about the situation. "We need to help our brother."

"Uriel, we have guests," Michael said, calmly.

Uriel let go of Michael and turned to face the others in the room. He growled and advanced toward them. "This is your fault." He stormed toward Dean.

"Uriel, enough," another voice said. Everyone looked to Gabriel standing in the doorway of the panic room. "Go talk to our brothers upstairs and tell them that we've settled Eli. Go."

Uriel turned around and walked up the stairs. "How is he?" Bobby asked.

"He's resting. Raphael is with him. If you want to see him, you are more than welcome to."

Gabriel stepped back and gave them space to walk into the room. Bobby was the first person to walk into the room. Sam and Michael followed. Dean stood in the doorway.

Bobby knelt down at Eli's bedside and lifted up his shirt. He was glad to see that the stab wound had closed. The only trace of it was a pink scar that would probably be gone as soon as Raphael regained the strength and focus to heal him.

"Why is he still shaking?" Dean asked.

Everyone in the panic room looked to Dean who was still standing in the doorway. "His body is healing without Castiel. It isn't used to it. He's weak."

"Will he be all right?" Sam asked.

"Of course, Sam," Gabriel repeated his same answer from before.

"What about Castiel?" Dean pressed.

"What about him?" Gabriel replied.

"Where is he? Do you know where he is?"

"Of course we know where he is," Michael said.

"Then why did he want you guys to find him?" Dean asked.

The three archangel's eyes widened. They looked between each other trying to figure out what was going on. "You understood that?" Raphael asked.

"Yeah," Dean said as though the answer was obvious. He didn't understand why he wouldn't have been able to. "So where is he?"

"You shouldn't worry about him, Dean."

"Where is he, Michael?" Dean said. He completely ignored the archangel. In his mind he had the right to worry.

"Dean, don't yell at them."

"Bobby, it's all right," Michael said.

Bobby got up and charged right up to Dean. "No, it's not," Bobby yelled. Eli flinched on the bed. "Dean, go upstairs."

"Just tell me where he is."

"Dean," Bobby growled.

"Bobby, I just want to know," Dean said, defeated.

"No," said a soft voice. Everyone looked down to the cot and saw Eli moving, like he was trying to move away from something. "Castiel. I'm sorry."

Raphael knelt at Eli's bedside running his hand through his hair. "Eli, wake up."

"No." Eli tried to move away form Raphael's touch. "Castiel. No."

"Eli, you need to open your eyes," Gabriel said.

Eli's eyes shot open and stared right into Raphael's. He was shaking on the cot. "They're hurting him," he whispered.

"We know," Raphael said.

"Help him. Please," Eli pleaded.

"We're trying, Eli," Gabriel said. "Rest." Eli closed his eyes and his breathing calmed.

Gabriel hoped that the shaking would lessen when Eli got back to sleep, but at the moment, it didn't cease. "Are you cold?" Bobby asked. Everyone was so preoccupied with Eli that they didn't notice Bobby joining them around the cot again.

"No. I don't know what's going on. I just can't stop shaking."

"Dean!" Sam yelled. Sam ran and caught his brother before he fell forward.

"What's going on with you, boy?" Bobby asked, leaving Eli's side once more and walking to the brothers.

"I think I'm just tired, Bobby," Dean said as Sam lowered him into a sitting position.

"That's it?"

"Yeah."

Bobby looked into Dean's eyes, searching for any sort of lie. He saw a hint of something, but he mostly saw the exhaustion. "Okay. Sam, take your brother upstairs and make sure he gets some sleep."

"Got it, Bobby," Sam said as he put his brother's arm around him.

Dean wrestled his arm off of Sam's shoulder. "I can get upstairs by myself," he argued, but he wasn't exactly sure if he was able to do so.

"I know, Dean. But that doesn't meant I'm not going to help you. The last thing we need to worry about right now is you getting enough sleep and Bobby on our ass."

Dean relented. He let his brother put his arm around him again and stood them up. Sam walked the both of them up to Dean's room in Bobby's house. Sam put his brother on his bed, and he sunk into the groove that he made from all those nights he'd slept in the bed.

As soon as Dean was in a horizontal position, he sighed. He didn't realize how tired he was until that moment. Whatever reserve energy he had was at its last supply. "Dean."

"I'm good, Sammy." Dean threw his arm over his eyes. "Don't look at me like that," he said after a minute of silence. He didn't have to see his brother to know the looks of worry he was receiving.

"Dean."

"Sam, I'm trying to sleep here."

"We'll talk about it later."

Dean fell asleep as soon as the door closed.

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Dean was back in the house that they just drove hours to get away from. But he was back there. And so was Mammon, but not as Sam. Sam was there too, as himself. So was Bobby. And kneeling in the center of the room was Castiel's vessel. "Eli?" Dean whispered. He didn't have any clothes on, but that wasn't the most unsettling thing about the entire situation.

Eli looked up to Dean, his blue eyes pleading. "Dean," he whispered.

Dean stepped back. He knew that tone anywhere. "Cas?"

Dean watched as Castiel's wings unfurled from his back and fell limply around his body. They were covered in blood, but Dean couldn't help but stand in awe of their beauty. "Dean," Castiel whispered again in the same tone.

"Come on, righteous one. It's your destiny," Mammon said.

"What is?"

"To save the world, it's all you have to do."

"What?" He felt like he was watching a movie, starting in the middle and trying to figure out the plot. "What do I have to do?"

"Give me Castiel. You could end this war right now. I just need the son."

Dean looked at Castiel who was still kneeling, his eyes on the floor. It took Dean less than a minute to make a decision. "Okay," Dean whispered.

"Thank you, Dean," Mammon sneered.

With a flick of the wrist, black chains shot up from the ground and wrapped themselves around the angel. Dean saw scripts carved into the chains, but couldn't make out what they said. Castiel bit his lip to keep from crying out as the chains tightened around him.

He could hear the sizzling as the chains did their work. There was a smell in the air that could only be described as burned flesh. He could feel the heat radiating out from the center of the room. "Wait," Dean said.

Castiel looked up to Dean, his eyes wide and full of pain and fear. "It's all right, Dean." Castiel let out a shaky breath. It was such a human response. "Destiny."

"I don't believe in that bull."

"I do," Castiel whispered.

"Time's up," Mammon said. Mammon dropped his hands to his side.

Dean tried to reach for the angel as he was pulled into Hell.

LRLRLRLRLRLRLR

Dean's eyes flew open. He would've sat up, but he found that he still didn't have the energy to do that. He craned his neck to look out the window. The sun had gone down. He got at least a few hours of sleep.

Dean's hand went to the print on his shoulder. He thought about Castiel. Castiel had been in his dreams before, but the angel usually controlled those dreams. And it usually came with a message. He wondered what this one meant. But he knew one thing, whatever the message was he wasn't going to like it.

Dean closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. He found no rest. He needed a drink or two.

And here is the next chapter. I don't really know what else to say about it. But I have to say thanks for sticking with me. I know where this story is going and I just have to write it. Maybe I need a beta because proofreading my stories myself is time consuming. Oh well, I guess I'll deal.

Oh, since I've been putting actors to every character I bring into this story, might as well do it for Mammon.

Mammon – Gaspard Ulliel

I hope that this chapter turned out all right. Thanks for reading. Please review. Lil-Rock