*author's note- Sorry this chapter is a bit short. Nonetheless, I hope you all enjoy it!*

"Dean Winchester is saved,"

Zachariah smiled, satisfied, "Good. And the other boy?"

Castiel faltered, "When I came to collect Dean at the chapel, there were already demons surrounding the perimeter. If they got to Dean that quickly, it is likely that Lucifer has already contacted Sam in some way."

The other angel's smile faded, but did not diminish completely, "Predictable yet upsetting. I take it there were no casualties?" Zachariah examined Castiel's white button-down that was sprinkled with demon blood, "Well, no ally casualties."

"Dean's father, John Winchester, is dead. Meg had already murdered him by the time I arrived."

Zachariah shrugged, "Ah well he doesn't really matter. Not to us anyway."

Something in that sentence rubbed Castiel the wrong way; however he stayed silent, remembering that a voiced thought was what caused Lucifer to be cast down.

"What have you told him?" Zachariah questioned.

"Nothing so far. I transported him into his hotel room and returned here."

Castiel's superior nodded, "Good. Tell him what is necessary, but leave out the part about vessels. Gain his trust first, I'll do the rest."

Warily, Castiel nodded and left for the second time that day to earth.

"No, fuck no. Get out right now. Take a U turn straight up your ass and never contact me again."

Castiel expected such from the mortal. It took Dean a good 10 minutes to get over the shock stage. Now he was turning very aggressive very fast.

"I said fucking leave!" he shouted, advancing towards Castiel quickly. Castiel remained stationary, despite Dean's promises, putting up a hand in warning,

"If you don't stop moving you are going to run into me, which would be the equivalent of running into a steel wall."

Dean's face was near murderous, though he did stop a few feet short of the angel.

"I don't care. I just want you gone. As in now."

Castiel tilted his head and watched the human with interest, observing his actions and cataloging them for future reference.

"As in get the hell out!" He shouted again and pointed towards the door.

Castiel sighed, "I can't do that Dean."

"And why is that?"

"Because as soon as I leave the demons will return and drag you to the pits of hell." The angel replied in a monotone, as is what he was saying was as normal as day and night, which, to be fair, it was for him.

Dean looked like he was caught between laughing and assaulting Castiel. He seemed to have decided against the latter, and smiled. "Man I've had to deal with a lot of crazy this last week, but you take the entire damn cake shop. What even are you?"

Castiel straightened his already aligned posture and puffed out his chest a bit with pride, "My name is Castiel. I'm an angel of the lord."

The human stared at the angel for a bit, if only to tell if he was actually serious, and then burst into a fit of laughter. After a minute or so of Castiel watching the mortal spasm in laughter, he began to grow both impatient and concerned.

"See," Dean wheezed, "Crazy. You're all crazy."

"If this were all fiction, would that not make you the insane one for seeing it all?"

Dean recovered from his brief tantrum and flopped on the hotel bed, "Fair point. But if you're gonna stay here you better get to explaining."

And so he did. Well most of it; he left out the vessels bit, as instructed.

"So wait, the story my dad told me about my mom dying because she killed that demon, that's true?" he asked, turning his head to look at Castiel. The angel knew immediately that Mary was Dean's weak sport; there was certain fragility that hid itself from the naked eye when he spoke about her. Castiel had expected questions that were hard to answer, but this one by far was the most difficult.

"Yes. I'm sorry."

The human merely nodded and returned his gaze to the ceiling, "Where's Sam?"

"Your brother is being… monitored. We are watching him."

Dean sat up, a quizzical look on his face, "We? You mean there are more of you?"

"Yes."

"And you all were just standing there when my mother died?"

Castiel sighed, "She was doing the lords work."

"So she had to die?" Dean asked, sitting up again in the hotel bed as he fired off angry questions, "What happened to mercy or whatever bullshit it is you preach to people?"

This was not how Castiel wanted their first meeting to go. Yes, it was going to be very hard to earn Dean's trust now. The angel couldn't help but feel a small amount of sympathy for this human; It must have been hard to both watch his father be murdered and hear of his mother's death, of which was not the most graceful way to go.

"If it helps any, your mother's soul now rests in heaven." Castiel offered, feeling a strange urge to comfort the human.

Dean scoffed, "With you dicks? Sounds like a party," he rose from the bed, "I'm going to call my boss and tell him I won't be in for, god, I don't know, forever. What was your name again?"

"Castiel." The angel reported, mentally recording Dean's actions as he walked to get his phone out of his discarded jacket.

"I'm gonna call you Cas. Sounds less pretentious."

Cas.

He could get used to that.