Deanna and Cas are running down the stairs of some whorehouse. She's laughing so hard that Cas can hear her having trouble breathing. The two of them burst through the backdoor, and Deanna leans against the door for support as she tries to catch her breath.

Cas can see that she looks different than usual. She's less tense, her eyebrows aren't knit together, she's wearing different clothes, but mostly, she's smiling.

"What's so funny?" Cas asks.

"Nothing," she says, putting an arm around his shoulders. The two of them start walking towards a huge black car. "It's been a long time since I've laughed that hard. Years."

Her face fell as she got in the car.

Then Cas woke up.

His eyes fluttered open. Sunlight was streaming through the window already. He slept much longer than he thought he would.

He sat up, not surprised to see his angel sitting on the desk.

"Hiya," she said, picking at her nail.

"Did Deanna- the real one- know me before you took over her body?"

She looked up at him. "No...why?"

"Nothing," Cas said, getting up and stretching.

"Cas, this could be important. It could be another angel interfering with something, maybe one that's not as nice as I am."

"Well, she was in a dream I had. We were at a brothel or something, and she was laughing at something I did. She was acting like a friend. A really close friend. I don't remember ever meeting her before..."

A small smile came over her face. "That was probably just a dream. I gotta go. I'll be back later."

She flew off quickly.

The next time she came in, there was blood all over her face, red droplets splattered on her front.

"What the hell happened?" Cas asked, walking up to her and checking to see where she was hurt.

She wiped her face, walking into the bathroom. "Taking care of business."

"What the hell?"

She got a wet cloth from the sink and started wiping her face. "The bosses are kinda pissed with me. I'm mojoed down for a few days. You're stuck with me."

"What happened to you?" He asked, catching her gaze in the mirror.

"I killed a sinner. The sinner fought back. Typical angel business. Now if you'll excuse me," she said, walking out of the bathroom and sitting on Cas' bed. She stripped out of her jacket and looked at a scar on her right forearm. It was a bright red, as if it were just burned into her skin.

Cas looks at it and the memory comes flooding into his mind.

"You sure you're alright?" she had asked, in front of that same black car.

Castiel assured her he was okay, but when she had gone to pat him on the shoulder, he noticed that mark on her arm. Cas recalled a feeling of anger, guilt.

When his mind cleared, allowing him back into the present, he leaned back onto the wall behind him. Deanna looked up at him, brow furrowed.

"Are you okay?"

"What- what is that mark?" Cas asked.

She looked at the angry red mark on her arm, and then back to him. "Uh..." She laughed nervously. "'Tis but a scratch?"

He squinted at her. She licked her lips and stood up.

"So!" She said in a penetrating voice. "What are we doing while I'm stuck here?"

Cas sighed. "There's some demons in this town. You can help, I guess."

She scooted back, leaned against the headboard and smiled at him. "Cool."

"Cas, I don't think we're in the right place," the angel said from the tree she was leaning on.

"It's the right place. Just wait a little longer. You know, maybe it's you. They can probably sense your angelic...ness."

"Hm. You might be right. I gotta make a phone call anyway. I'll go over there."

"You don't have to- okay."

She was already walking into the trees.

Cas shook his head and looked off into the trees where she had gone and then to the other side of him. He was in a large field on a farm where cattle kept disappearing. He was sort of hoping the demons wouldn't show up tonight. That was he could stay here instead of Deanna dragging him off to help with some other God-awful seal.

"So this is what fallen angels do after they fall?" Said a male from behind him.

Cas turned to look at the man, head tilted, and pointed his rock-salt loaded gun at him.

"Not so scary now, huh? Little birdy is broken. Lost your wings, so you go around killing demons. Trying to be like those Winchesters?"

Cas squinted. "What do you-"

"Castiel, I don't think there's any..." Deanna stopped in her tracks, eyes wide. She glanced between Cas and the demon ahead of him.

The demon looked at Deanna. "Winchester! Mr. Crowley is looking for you, he's really pissed."

"Stop talking," she ordered. Her voice was strong, but her hands shook at her sides, and she seemed frozen in place.

"Yeah, yeah. Say, you wouldn't mind if I killed this guy, right? Best way to get rid of an ex, am I right?"

"That was an order, Grant."

"Aw, come on! You don't need him anymore. He can't help you, his grace is gone! Besides, you work for the boss now."

The demon pulled out a knife from his jacket.

"Don't touch him, Grant, that won't turn out well for you." She yelled, taking a few steps forward.

"You gotta sever old ties, Winchester." He stepped towards Cas, willing the gun to fly out of Cas' hands.

"Don't-" Deanna started, but the demon appeared right behind Castiel.

Cas gasped when the blade entered his body. It didn't hurt as much as it shocked him. He toppled to the ground as Grant vanished.

Deanna ran towards him. "CAS!"

She fell to her knees next to him. "No no no, this can't be happening, this wasn't supposed to happen, this wasn't allowed to happen shit fuck dammit! DAMMIT CROWLEY! YOU PROMISED YOU DICK! YOU SAID THEY WERE OKAY!"

There could've been more yelling. Cas' hearing faded out at around the same time his vision, and the feeling in his body, and...well, everything else went out too.

Deanna leaned over Castiel, eyes wide, hands tightly gripping his shirt. He was struggling to breathe, she could tell, but she didn't want to let go.

"No, no, no dammit I am not losing you again. Not this time."

Her lips curled into a sneer as she slowly rose.

"Fucking Crowley. Smarmy ass demons. Un-trustable."

She snapped her fingers and found herself in a dark, concrete room, with pillars on either side of her and a black-suited man on a throne in front.

"You promised, Crowley!" She yelled, her voice cracking slightly. "We had a deal!"

"What in the world are you carrying on about?"

"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT!"

"Calm down, Squirrel. What deal are you speaking of, exactly?"

"The one where I do your dirty work if you keep Cas and Sam safe."

He swirled the scotch he had in his hand, taking a sip before asking, "And what is your issue?"

"One of your monkeys just stabbed Cas! He's bleeding out in a field in Wyoming and I'm here trying to bargain with you! That's my issue, Crowley!"

He made a humming sound and passed his scotch off to a demon standing to the side. The king stood and walked towards Deanna. "I remember another part of this deal as well, and I don't think you're quite holding up your end."

She crossed her arms and looked away.

"You know it too. You were supposed to stay away from Cassie-boy. Our little secret wasn't supposed to get out."

"And it hasn't."

"Yet."

"It won't ever."

"That's what they all say. How about I fix your little boyfriend if you stay away from him. Permanently."

She shook her head. "He'll die."

"Not if I'm protecting him."

Deanna stared at him. "How about the whole deal is off?"

"You stop taking care of business, I stop guarding the angel?"

"I can take care of him just fine."

"Go right ahead. But what will happen when you don't know how to take care of your problem? And you start killing people? I know you and Moose have a pact about that. He kills you if you kill...anyone? What do you think he would say if he knew about your little escapade earlier? The one where you murdered four men?"

Deanna pursed her lips. "They were bad people."

The demon ignored her. "Not to mention, if you call this deal off, who exactly is magicking your angel back to health?"

A bitter smile came over her face. "You."

"Come again?"

"You will, Crowley, because I have something you don't."

"You don't bloody scare me."

Deanna blinked. "Whatever, Shortstop. Just make sure that he's okay."

She snapped her fingers again and ended up right where she had started. Castiel was still lying in the middle of the field, blue eyes open, crimson staining his gray shirt, breathing strained and slow.

Deanna went back to kneeling in front of him, whispering, "Come on, Crowley."

The man's eyes began to flutter. He coughed as the blood began to disappear, and then looked at Deanna. "What the hell just happened?"

"You, um...you almost died."

Cas sat up, looking around him in confusion.

"But I healed you," she quickly followed, standing.

Cas stood too, looking her up and down when he was on his feet. "Yeah. Thanks."

"It's what I do."

He caught her gaze, glancing at her lips for a moment, and then blinking and looking towards the car.

"I'm tired."

"Then you should go," she said, gesturing to his car.

"Aren't you coming?"

"No, I...I think the bosses stopped being mad at me. I'll just- go."

"Right. Thank you again."

"Sure thing," she told him, nodding her head slowly.

"Hey, wait, what was all that about-"

The place where she had just stood was empty.

"-fallen angels?"