A/N: Again... I don't have a Beta so if you catch annoying verb-tense confusion, let me know and I'll fix it.

All the normal disclaimers apply. No infringement is intended… transformative piece of fiction… don't make nada from my efforts… don't own any claim to Supernatural or characters...

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Samuel and I sat and listened to his brother and my master talk late into the night. Dean had to meet with his leadership in the morning to develop a plan against the demons. Master spoke to the Silver Arrow and repeated answers to questions already asked and answered until Samuel rose from his place beside me and called a halt to the discussions. Dean left, though we could all tell how unsatisfied he was.

Master sat for a while longer with Samuel and I sitting in silence, myself in my nest and Samuel leaned against his spot near the fire. Master rose after about an hour of study. He turned to his protégé and commanded the boy get some sleep. Samuel nodded, stretched and yawned. It was a pretty show, but that was all it was. A show.

As soon as the door to Master's chambers were closed, Samuel turned to me with the look I came to associate with his attempt to coerce me. When I saw that look in his eyes, I growled a warning which he didn't heed.

I could feel the pooling of power and before I could call out to Master, Samuel had somehow closed the link between me and Castiel. Samuel forced himself into my bond with my master and he made me look at him and obey. He reversed the ritual which held me bound to Castiel and inserted his own personality into that place where my Master had once been! It took an hour to complete, but he was uninterrupted. He then rose and placed an amulet on the door to Castiel's bedchamber. I could not determine the purpose of the trinket, but when Samuel turned back to me, he slumped down against the door.

"Meg, do you know what I just did?" Samuel asked of me. He was calm. Like Castiel, his face was serene and deliberate. I wondered if the magic caused this to occur in humans.

I nodded. I rose from my cocoon of warmth and sat beside him.

"If Cas and Dean go into that forest tomorrow… no matter how many people they take with them… they will die. Do you want that to happen?" Sam whispered. He leaned in close to me, and his eyes never wavered, never left mine.

I shook my head.

"We have to do something. I think that a small infiltration can do so much more damage than a large army of men and mages. Do you think that you could find the source of the demonic energy that took over Jo?"

I thought about it. I nodded with confidence. I looked at my new master with confusion and doubt. He must have sensed my misgivings.

"I know that I am inexperienced. You know everything that Cas knows, right?"

I nodded again.

"You and I can forge rapport before any big workings and you can help me through them. We can do this. We can go in there and pay them back for what they did to Jo… what they did to you…" Master looked at me with a deep and intense gaze. I knew I would be able to do what he asked. I knew he needed me and wanted my help and I was able to provide for him the level of support I had always provided Castiel. He had the power to do what he suggested even if he didn't have the technical knowledge. I had the experience and the information he lacked, but was unable to wield the power. Yes, we could do this. We would be a mightier team than Castiel and I had been and we would do great and powerful things. I grew excited about the prospect of doing what Master was planning. His pupils dilated in response to the emotions traveling down our link. I looked up at the closed door. There was a problem I was able to foresee. Castiel would have noticed the interruption in our bond by now.

"Don't worry..." He tapped the amulet. "He'll remain asleep for at least five more hours. You wouldn't believe how much it cost me to power this little thing up, but he won't come after us for a while."

I felt a brief stab of regret but nodded in compliance. Master lifted a satchel filled with components and candles on to his shoulder. He commanded me to come with him. We left right then. We walked through the encampment. The rangers were so used to seeing the two of us wandering around camp. Even this late, no one looked at us twice.

We approached the perimeter and I could feel the pull of power from my Master. The bond was already getting stronger. I figured it was because I had already been bound to another warlock before so it was easier for me to link. Whatever the reason, I was able to determine what he had in mind. I watched through the rapport and nodded my head as he spun the magic to his will. He must have spent the entire time we were here in the Crag researching how to break my bond with Castiel. I wondered how we both missed it. He was like a young colt rushing through parts of the spell that really needed his complete concentration, but he was capable. I slowed him down through our link and he managed to complete the spell opening up a hole in the perimeter's defenses. We were able to pass through easily after that. We walked past the line around the Crag and Master turned and patched the hole.

We disappeared into the forest. I cast out my senses to determine the direction of the strongest demonic energy. With Master's magic and power, the line was much easier to detect. It was the most intoxicating feeling. Castiel felt like a powerful warlock. Next to Master, he was a placid river. Master was a raging rapids. The waters of power within him were so strong and wild.

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Daily Watch Log Wyrmfire Crag

Incident report according to Silver Arrow, Dean Winchester

Report to Master of the Prime Order, Gabriel of Sentinel Host

Upon first light, a great disturbance occurred in camp. I woke to the sounds of screams and shouts. Jessica, my Aide-de-Camp arrived into my quarters without the usual decorum or proper announcement to report that the warlock, Castiel, was exploding things in the center of camp. I didn't even take the time to dress in armor, as it would have done no good against magic anyway, but grabbed a sword, a quiver and my bow. Jessica and I ran toward the sounds of explosions and the sight we met there was unlike any I had ever seen. I certainly didn't recognize Castiel.

His blue eyes were bloodshot and rimmed in deep red. His face was pale and gaunt. The expression on his face was far from the calm serene mask he customarily wore. His mouth was screwed into a grimace of pain and hate. His hands were balled into fists that crackled with power. All the men in the garrison were nocking arrows into their bowstrings, their eyes wide and wild with nervousness. Those without bows were standing with swords drawn. I looked around for his apprentice and bound-demon, but I didn't see them anywhere and my blood ran cold.

I approached the crazed warlock. Unfortunately, I had seen this type of behavior before. I sent Jessica to my cabn to send an emergency alert to Gabriel at Sentinel Host asking him to come quickly. She ran off. I looked at my men. Any small movement would set Castiel off on another bout of explosive spell casting and any twitch of the spell casters hand may send arrows into the air.

I moved slowly, keeping my voice low and soft. Castiel's eyes tracked my movements. His red eyes narrowed.

"Hey, Cas…" I watched his eyes remain on my hands and switched back to my eyes. I took another step. I could almost hear a warning growl from him. I grimaced as I thought of Meg making that same noise. "Why don't we go inside, Cas? We can have a bite to eat and talk? What do you think?" I could hear the gasping breaths coming from the warlock.

"They're gone…" Cas croaked out in a hoarse whisper only I was able to hear since I was so close to him. I whispered back to him, though I could feel the icy touch of adrenaline as it sped down my spine.

"Who're gone, Cas?"

His eyes melted from their angry storm to regard me with pity. I knew in that moment to whom he was referring.

My voice broke and splintered. "Sam?" Castiel nodded. I could feel my knees buckling under me and it took enormous effort to remain upright. "Wh-where… are…?" I was blinded by tears.

"I don't know…" Castiel replied to me in a voice that sounded as if he were going to burst into tears. I was confused.

"Are they… dead?"

Cas blinked at me. "No, I don't think so."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I heard shouts and calls from the front of the encampment. Gabriel must have arrived. I asked Castiel to come with me and he finally started to drain the power he had been pooling. Without the crackle around his hands and without the aura of power, he looked fragile and broken. I helped him down from the rubble of part of a stockpile he had exploded during his earlier tirade. He fell into my arms and I walked him into the nearest cabin that was without damage. The scouts who occupied it were ordered to visit the quarter master and help with getting the camp back in order. Castiel didn't make eye contact with the two scouts. It was probably just as well. I saw the anger and animosity in their expressions. We needed to keep Cas calm until Gabriel could come and manage him.

I sat with the weakened warlock, my arms around his shoulders as he curled into my side and under my chest. I didn't know what else to do for him. A disturbance at the door of the cabin heralded the Master of the Prime.

Gabriel stopped after he saw his brother. He turned and commanded someone behind him. The door was closed and the sounds from outside were cut off as if they no longer existed. Gabriel slowly approached his brother, speaking low and softly in a language I didn't know. Castiel turned his head to regard his brother through bleary red-rimmed and leaking eyes. Gabriel kneeled in order to be close to his brother's face. His hand went to brush black strands of hair from his face. The look they exchanged was familiar and loving. He looked at his younger brother as I would my own. This is the bond Gabriel and I shared. We were older brothers who loved and protected the younger. We took our jobs very seriously. Castiel responded in choked sobbing words that sounded like they were in the same language as Gabriel spoke. Gabriel's eyes went wide and he stood up from where he knelt at my feet next to his brother. His eyes were hard tiger-eye agates of honey brown flashing with golden lightning as anger registered in them.

"We need to have a word with your brother, Dean."

The tone of Gabriel's voice set me on edge and put me on the defensive. Castiel tensed up in my arms and we both moved to sit upright and en garde.

"We can't hurt them, Gabriel. Meg can't help but follow him and he doesn't know what he has done."

Gabriel looked like he was about to indulge in a bit of pyro-hystrionics to put Castiel's earlier tantrum to shame. There was no slow pooling of power for the Master of the Prime. He had ready access to the magic all around him. I had seen Gabe in battle before and I know what a complete bad-ass he really is. I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of his ire, but if he was planning on using this power against my brother… I stood and faced the Master Warlock with a look that I hoped showed defiance.

"What are your plans, Master of the Prime?"

Something in my tone must have caught his attention. He narrowed his eyes at me and I could tell that my friendship with him was all that would save me. He turned his gaze to his younger brother and he relaxed a little. His hand rose and I flinched. But, he only took the hand to swipe fatigue and sadness from his face. He took a deep breath and turned to sit down next to his brother. Castiel leaned on Gabriel's shoulder. The great Master of the Prime Order at Sentinel Host wrapped his arm over Castiel's shoulders and leaned his own head down on top of his brother's black hair.

"Well… aren't we a sight?" Gabriel laughed. Castiel curled his lips into a sad smile, but closed his eyes. I was less inclined to release the tension and relax around the emotional and powerful warlocks in the cabin. I had now worked with both of them in the field. I knew I could trust Gabriel when he wasn't emotionally invested in the mission. He had once told me that emotions were dangerous for certain magic-users because it could overwhelm their control over the power. Infernal Magic was doubly dangerous when the practitioner was not in total control of their emotions.

"You know that neither of you can come with me?" I asked. I knew I could regret telling the most powerful magic-users I had ever worked with something which they would not be pleased to hear… but, it needed saying. I got an entirely different response then I was expecting.

Gabriel grinned at me. "Well, Silver Arrow, when you are able to track and find your brother and the wayward demon, how will you subdue them, hm? How will you battle several incredibly powerful demons… and potentially a demi-god? Will you fling arrows at them? Ineffective, as you know… Will you spout poetry in the ancient tongue hoping to banish them from this world? It might work with the lower level minions, but a master demon that can control a bound demon to one of the most powerful Infernalists in the Order? Not, likely. So, Dean… who will you trust to go along with you to help save your brother from himself? I can command any of them to aid you. Just name the magician. I'll have them here as fast as I can construct the portal." Gabriel looked at me with his shrewd and calculating eyes. I knew that look, too. "There's no one, is there, Dean?" The Master of the Order whispered at me.

Castiel looked from me to Gabriel. He never left his brother's side and I could see the look in those red-rimmed blues. He was willing me to agree with Gabe. He wanted to retrieve his demon and apprentice. He wanted me to say it would be okay for them to come. I knew it wouldn't have mattered to either of them. They could easily walk out into the forest with or without my consent. With or without my approval, these two crazy spell casters would go into battle and I was an afterthought in their plan. They might find Sam and Meg without me but I would be unable to locate the demons without them. The idea of not being at hand to help my brother was unacceptable. I could see it in their eyes. They saw the moment I made a decision to include them in my own plan making. They smiled identical grins as I relented in defeat.