Chapter 3

Castiel was standing in front of Sam's body, hoping that Dean would be back quickly. Castiel was growing anxious that Sam would die or turn into something worse. It was strange, he had to admit, to see an angel use a curse that even he didn't know, and he was one of the older angels. He had been one of the first to be formed under God.

Of course even God had his weaknesses, he was a god in fact. Just happened to be the one who was most powerful at this time. Castiel had seen many deities pass and go over the millennia, but God seemed to be the one who stuck around the longest. When people were worshipping animals, He seemed to grow stronger as well. That's how Castiel knew that He was the strongest force in the universe. When one beings power is your power, then you're probably on top.

Castiel had been there when human's were born and had seen them through the entire duration up until now. They really did never change. Wars over land, money and the most pathetic things one could ever imagine. He heard that God would grow quiet and tiresome when the wars would happen. That's what really drew Him away from the earth and away from the people of the world. He had chosen this world as His final work of art, and they had ruined it. You could see the damage the human's had done to the world everywhere and they were okay with it. Living their lives like it was nothing. A purge would happen soon.

A loud sound brought Castiel out of his daze and he turned his head to see a man standing across the room. Castiel knew this man was no angel, however he also knew this man was no mortal. He was dressed in a black suit with a grey under shirt and red tie. His brown hair was like a low cut bob and had a spiral tattoo on the right side of his neck.

"Yes?" Castiel inquired, his tone light and formal, feeling for his blade beneath his coat.

The man said nothing but looked down to wear Sam was sitting and ignoring Castiel, the man approached Sam and knelt before him.

"No" Castiel said, his voice echoing authority as he placed his hand on the foreigners shoulder. The man turned around, nodded and walked back to where he was standing before. It was bizarre how silent this man could be, but Castiel was unable to pinpoint what, or who, he was.

Growing weary of the strange man's mannerisms, the angel watched with curiosity as the man proceeded to withdraw a dagger. Shocked but not all that surprised, he flinched a little when the man slit his right band collected the blood that flowed into his left hand. The man then began to use the blood to draw something onto the ground. Castiel sat next to Sam's body and felt for the Angel's Blade tucked in a pocket in his trench coat. He would have to fight if it came to it, but right now, he felt that this man wouldn't do anything completely outlandish, he seemed to a benign threat, if a threat at all. It looked like he was painting a picture.

He just watched the man draw, and waited for something to happen.