A/N: New chapter! Yay. I just got the urge to write this so...yeah. Oh, the rating may go up in time. this chapter itself kind of pushes it with the language and alcohol consumption. I've thought out most of the fic though and the direction i'll take it will change the rating. I guess we'll just have to see where the story takes us! Final thing, seeing how Season six is FINALLY airing I need to make this point- THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW THE PLOT OF IT. Loving how it's going so far, but I kinda don't like Grandpa Campbell. Enough of my rambling. Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 3: New Orders

He bolted awake, eyes wide and chest heaving; the recollection of Hell still fresh in his mind. He hadn't had nightmares like that since…the psychic visions a few years ago. Sam looked around the room and set eyes on the dark haired angel on the couch, peering at him curiously. "Ash," he sighed after jumping a little. He didn't think she was going to actually watch him. "It's just you."

Her bright expression diminished to a frown, tilting her head like he'd seen Castiel do many times before. "What did you dream about, Sam?"

There were too many ways he could answer that, so he just shook his head. "Nothing. I don't remember." He pushed the bed sheets back and got up out of bed. Ashael still had the confused look, almost like she knew… "Is there something else?"

"I've never seen someone sleep first hand," she told him while looking nervously at the floor.

Sam gave a nod, walking towards the bathroom. "Maybe you should try it sometime." When Ashael gave a curious look, he chuckled. "Sleep. Try sleeping sometime."

Ashael furrowed her brow, giving a nod. "It's not necessary for me to sleep, but I will give it a try."

"Cool," Sam smiled before shutting the door.

The next few days were hard for Sam, not knowing what to do in town since he didn't feel up to looking for a case. Doing a solo hunt wouldn't feel the same knowing Dean wouldn't be there to watch his back. He barely even went out of the motel except for when Ashael helped him get to a store for clothes and basic supplies or for food.

On the fourth night in the motel, Sam had the room's television on as he sat against the bed's short headboard. He held a bottle of beer in hand and he'd already had three prior to that. A sigh spilled from him and he shook his head. "I hate this," he muttered.

Sam looked in Ashael's direction. She was seated in the chair and watching the television curiously. When he spoke, she turned to look at him. "What's the matter?"

"I-I'm tired of sitting around this stupid room," he slurred. "When is Dean gunna start looking for me?"

"Sam," Ashael began, "he won't. Dean still believes you are…"

Quickly sitting up straight, Sam growled, "In Hell? Rotting away because of my stupidity?" He lifted the bottle and drained the rest of the beer, smacking the empty bottle down on the nightstand to his left.

"You did what you had to do."

He noticed the blank expression on her face, assuming she was judging him. All the angels did that, he knew. Because he was "the boy with the demon blood". He was the one who would run around and destroy the world, according to the stuck up dicks. Sam silently snarled.

Ashael's look turned to worry. "You must calm down, Sam."

"Stop looking at me like that then, Ash! You and every other goddamn angel, you all look at me the same way. Almost like you think I'm the most dangerous person on the planet. Like you'll point the finger and blame me!" He was shaking as he shouted at the angel.

Her eyes narrowed, glaring him down. "There's no need to raise your voice. I'll ask you again: calm down. If you can't, I will calm you myself."

He scoffed. "What, are you gunna kill me and send me back down there?" Sam slid closer to her, jutting his chin out in a challenging manner. "Go ahead. That where you all want me anyways…"

The glare softened and Ashael shook her head. "This is the alcohol. You're inebriated."

Sam didn't back down, he lowered himself to catch her eye. "It's the truth." Ashael looked at him once more and raised her index and middle fingers towards his forehead. Sam caught them and tried to make her stop. "You know it's the truth…" She dropped her hand, Sam still keeping a hold on her two fingers as he heard a flutter.

He looked towards the door and there stood Castiel, dark hair looking the same and his familiar suit and trench coat attire neatly in place. "Sam."

"Cas!" Sam's face lit up as he let go of Ashael's fingers, only to get up and hurry over to the angel and hug him. "It's good to see you."

There was an awkward pat on his back before he pulled away from Castiel. "It's good to see you are well." He made a face. "Ashael, has he been…?"

"Yes."

Sam frowned. "I haven't been having a few good days," he murmured.

Castiel furrowed his brow curiously and directed Sam to sit on the bed. "I need to speak with you," he said, looking in Ashael's direction. She nodded. "Sam, stay put."

With a determined expression, Sam nodded and the two disappeared. He blinked a few times at the empty space of the room before scooting back and laying down on the bed.

The two appeared at the park down the road where they could both still see the motel room door to Sam's room. Castiel sat on the gray bench, glancing up at the night sky that was littered with bright stars. Ashael took a moment to look up as she stayed standing before jumping right to the point. "What is it Castiel?"

He changed his glance from the sky to her and said, "I have new orders for you."

New orders already? A slight frown formed on Ashael's face, but she kept her poise. "What are the orders?"

She saw a glimmer in Castiel's eyes and he tilted his head. "You feel a connection to Sam, I see. Don't worry. You're not to leave him." He paused and the glimmer went away. "You need to sway Sam into hunting again."

"Hunting? What for?"

"I don't question orders, so I know not."

Ashael gave a small nod. "When?"

"As soon as you can. It doesn't seem like an urgent thing, but it needs to be done soon."

Giving a nod, she watched as he stood up. "You should get back to Sam. He should be asleep now. I suggest starting in the morning." Castiel disappeared, leaving Ashael alone in the park.

She stood for a few minutes, thinking about her new orders. Getting Sam back into hunting would be no easy task if he didn't want to. Then again, it would be easy if he did. The angel had a feeling he may want to. Without wasting another second, Ashael returned back to the motel room and took up her post sitting on the couch as Sam slept soundly on his bed.