A/N: The song in this chapter is called "Calling All Angels" by Train.

Disclaimer: You recognize it, I don't own it.

~I need a sign to let me know you're here
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere~

Although the kiss seemed to have been a one-time thing, Castiel made sure to still visit Dean in his dreams whenever he called. And he called a lot. And it wasn't all fun and games, no.. Far from it even. They fought a lot, anger flaring with a passion. And of course, Dean asked Castiel about anything and everything they needed help with whilst fighting whatever monster, ghost, ghoul or otherwise bad 'person' they were up against this time. And then there were the times where they just sat, side by side on the bench, eyes glued to the horizon. Silent. Thinking. But always together.

And during the waking hours, Cas hated to admit it, but.. He was bored out of his mind. After killing Raphael, every single angel seemed to have proverbially bowed down in front of him. They looked up to him, sought him out when certain things needed explanation or clarification. They depended on him for answers, for guidance. But he was no God, nor did he want to be God. All he ever wanted was to make sure Raphael wouldn't open Lucifer's cage once more, basically dooming Sam and Dean into function as simple human 'shells' once again.

~I need to know that things are gonna look up
'Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup~

When Castiel heard his name being called in his mind by a voice he knew all too well, he immediately perked up. He sat himself down on the bench in his own corner of Heaven before closing his eyes and 'sliding' into Dean's dreams once again.

"Dean.." Castiel said, appearing next to Dean on said bench. Dean turned his head slightly, acknowledging him with a slight nod and a shimmer of a smile in his eyes. But then Dean lowered his head again, his gaze on the green grass under his feet, shoulders slightly slumped, leaning his elbows on his knees. "Are you ever coming back, Cas?" He simply asked.
Castiel stayed silent for a moment, as if contemplating. He then sighed. "I can't. They need me here now, Dean. The angels rely on me." Castiel uttered, quietly. Dean grumbled, his shoulders tensing, before looking up at Cas, fire in his eyes. "You're not God, Cas! We're you're friends, damnit.. We need you down there. Because while you're off in Heaven, pretending to be the Almighty, the people down here are still in danger!"

Castiel turned stiff, his own defense mechanism, and turned his gaze away from Dean and back into the distance, taking a moment before answering. He had to think things over. He knew the people on earth still needed as many protectors as they could get. But on the other hand, there was no saying what would happen to Heaven if he left and there was no one in charge. But he was so.. bored. But that was no excuse to just leave his brothers and sisters to figure everything out for themselves.
But it was Dean.. Dean wanted him on earth.
Castiel slightly relaxed again and kept staring into the distance, finally replying to Dean's speech. "I know, Dean. I'll do whatever I can to help you. As well as Sam and Bobby. You know that."
Dean sighed at the answer and shook his head a little, returning his gaze back to the horizon as well. "Dean.. I.. I have to cut this short today, something has just come up. I hear them calling." Castiel said, standing up from the bench. Dean looked up at him, his eyes slightly widened. This never happened. Cas never just left like that. And with a blink, Cas was gone.

~And I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels~

Castiel quickly made his way to the field, where the majority of his brothers and sisters were gathered. He had hated lying to Dean, but eventually, Dean would understand. He had made up his mind. What good was being a formerly 'Fallen Angel' (as people had called him) with free will and his own thoughts, if he just ended up back here, going in the same circles again? What was the point of sitting safely up in Heaven when the people who needed him the most were down there, on earth?

So Castiel called upon his brothers and sisters to gather and he greeted them all, before starting his speech, his request.. his plea.
"Brothers, sisters.." He nodded his head slightly to the 'crowd'. "As much as you may count on me for answers or guidance.. I simply cannot provide what you need, what you deserve. So, I have decided, I will be going back to earth, to help the people who need help the most. Not from up here, safe and sound in the distance, but from down there, where the fight is still going strong. I am a soldier, a warrior. I am not a God, nor am I a leader. And while I am down there, on earth, I will continue my search for Our Father so he can reclaim his rightful place in Heaven, as he is meant to do." Castiel finished his speech, having moved his hands behind his back to hide the trembling. He was nervous, he thought with a mental chuckle.

Though most of the angels nodded, albeit dejectedly, in understanding, one of them spoke up. "If you want to go back to Earth so bad, if you want to abandon us, Brother.. Your wings should be taken until you find God and he deems you worthy of receiving them again." Castiel looked at him wide eyed. And to his utter shock, the majority of the angels seemed to agree. "W-what..?" Castiel was utterly confused.
"Just.. See it as an insurance policy, Brother. To make sure you do find God, instead of wasting your time on that human pet of yours." The same angel said, a glint of resentment in his eyes.
And as Castiel was, for all intents and purposes, thrown to Earth, his heart broke, but he regretted nothing. Now, he had truly given it all up. For the people of the Earth. For Dean. So he closed his eyes and just fell and fell. And fell.

And then he landed. In a heap of limbs, and pain.

~I need a reason for the way things have to be
I need a hand to help build some kind of hope inside of me~