Sorry for the long wait between update. I have several excuses, the main being i fell down the stairs twice (somehow on the same day i fell up and down the stairs - i have no idea how) and after that my imagination came up with a new story for a completely different series.

Anyways I am back - thanks to the amount of hits on this story I felt that i HAD to continue.

Disclaimer: Still down own anything from the Supernatural universe - *sigh* i can dream

Previously:
Dean is still strapped to the table, has a symbol carved into his chest and is a prisoner in his own body. It seems Jane has finally ditched Jake and is ready for the next step in her 'dean session'

Jane picked her knife back up.

"Mary, forgive me" She said quietly.

She held his right wrist in her hand and with her free hand she sliced across his wrist, quite deeply, in her mind it was to give Dean the quickest death she ccould give him still keeping within the ritual she was performing, she just hoped that this wouldn't be for nothing and that if she ever met with her sister again that she would be forgiven.

She put his wrist down, allowing the blood to drip into a bowl that was placed strategically under his wrists on the floor.

She picked up his left arm and repeated the process, this time a bit of blood squirted in her face, she didn't even flinch, she put his wrist down over the other bowl and then wiped the blood off her face with the towel on the tool tray.

Dean was screaming in agony and cursing alot, but it couldn't be heard, he was trapped in his own body, and he couldn't do a thing.

Now she was just waiting...

After only a few minutes Dean's began to feel drowsy; he was losing blood fast, too fast. "I hope someone gets here soon..." was Dean's last thoughts before unconsciousness claimed him.

Suddenly a table blew out of the room where 'Jake' was last seen.

Then 'Jake' walked out of the room, seemingly unscathed from all of his encounters with Jane.

"If you wanted to meet with me, you should have just asked" Jake said.

"Who are you? I thought I got rid of you?"

"I am not the one you call 'Jake'".

"Then who the hell are you"

"I am known as Castiel".

"But I haven't summoned you yet?"

"This" he said with disgust "Is not how to summon an angel of the lord, even you should know that" he continued.

"I called, but no-one answered. This was the only way I knew to get one of your kind's, attention".

"Now that you have it, what do you want?"

"I want answers".

"And if I refuse?"

"I will end the entire of my bloodline and all the others I find cursed like us".

"You will do no such thing. We can wipe you off the face of this Earth. What makes you think that we will let you do this?"

"Why would you want to stop me? I want to stop the supernatural from crossing into this world. Is that such a bad thing?"

"It is when it gets in the way of what the lord has planned for us all"

"Before you...try...to kill me. Answer me this. Why our family, why are we causing the crack to get bigger and let more and more of the supernatural set foot in this realm?"

"Do you not remember?"

"Stop talking in riddles, it does my mind no favour"

"I can see it now, why you have forgotten what and who you truly are. You have been corrupted by evil"

"It is not my fault that I have been turned into this. I would have left in peace if my family were safe. I died too young, I did not have time to start my own family but I can look after what is left of my bloodline".

"You call this" he said pointing to Dean "looking after your bloodline. You are murdering your own flesh and blood".

"I must to save the other and if it works according to my plan, the world too".

"We cannot allow this".

"You cannot stop me" She said her eyes pulsing, this time between white and black, she was beyond getting pissed off, she had planned this for so long and she still was not getting the answers she wanted, and her anger, was slowly slipping out of her control.

"We will not need to battle"

"Let me make this easy for you, we ARE going to fight, and I am going to wipe the floor with you. I have worked too hard for you to ruin it"

Before she had the chance to initiate the fight he swiftly made his way over to her and put his hand on her head. His eyes glowed white.

"Remember who you really are, who you have always truly been" Castiel said white light engulfing them.

Meanwhile Dean is still bleeding out, the flow of blood leaving him seems never-ending, but a boy can only hold so much blood...

What is Castiel doing??? How long has Dean got left??? How did you like the enterance of my guest???

Any questions that need to be answered???

Any major errors???

Hope you have been enjoying it so far
Hannah xx