The blaze of the light over crept his weak, fragile body. His breaths came in deep pained pants as he adjusted to the new burning sensation within him. He felt the heat and purity of his grace leak out of him, his mind was spinning, his body aching.

He had never quite felt intensity like this before, he was used to his grace abandoning the vessel he was accustomed to, but not like this.

He felt something completely new tugging on it, pulling him to where ever they were. His screams echoed the dingy cell, he wasn't even aware that he was making any noise because they were shut out by the intensity of the light.

His complete vessel felt as if it was being ripped to sheds as the remainder of his grace soaked through until finally the release of darkness over took him.

Castiel was well aware of his new found conscious state, at first he believed himself to be hidden deep within his mind, that his more human form finally took over him and he blackened out. He was then suddenly grateful for the huge release of pain but guilty all the same as he still believed he deserved it.

Everything was black, he was in complete darkness and felt at sudden peace. He believed he was just in a state of oblivion, unaware that his grace was actually some place else than the vessel he believed it to be. He felt he could finally regain the strength in the part of his grace where the essence of heaven had burnt through.

Once he was healed enough inside he would return this part of his grace to his body and fix everything he had caused. He would save the Winchesters and return them to a place much better than the prison they were being held at now. Then he would finally do whatever it took to defeat Raphael.

It all seemed as if it would turn out okay, that he was given this chance to put everything back the way it should be. He would return the lost souls that Raphael had now digested and the world would once more be saved. The same world that he decided he might stay in a little longer before returning to what was left of heaven. He knew there was so many broken pieces up there that had to be fixed, but all that mattered to him right now was making it right with his new family, The Winchesters and Bobby.

Castiel was completely unaware to the changes in his surroundings that was taken place. He was too focused in his thoughts, he felt no reason to be on guard because he thought he was just unconscious, his mind in a completely different place to his body.

The darkness surrounding this part of his grace to him seemed safer to what the part of his grace left in his vessel was.

He was completely lost in his thought, until he thought he saw the darkness in front of him move. He seemed to had shuffled and blurred all of a sudden. He began to thought maybe he was returning to his vessel, returning to a conscious state. He was worried because he hadn't had the time to completely heal the burns around his grace, nothing would be possible if he wasn't strong enough to do it.

Then he suddenly saw little flashes of lights moving around the darkness surrounding him. They were getting closer and more of them kept appearing, covering the whole of the blackness around him.

It was only until he truly focused that he was able to identify clearly what they were.

He saw the hundreds of eyes with their intense stare glaring upon him. That's when it occurred to him, he was no longer in the prison, he wasn't unconscious, he wasn't even on Earth anymore. He was somewhere a long way away from where he needed to be and he sure wasn't welcome here.

Dean Winchester peeled the lids of his eyes back and blinked frantically as he adjusted to the new found light. He looked through the gap in the curtains of his room to see the bright light seeping through, it looked to be a beautiful sunny day.

He stretched his legs to the end of the bed and pulled his hands behind his head, admiring the amazing sleep he had. He had forgotten what it actually felt like to feel comfort like this, sleeping on a freezing dirty floor for so long made him forget the actual beauty of sleep.

Then it caught his eye, he wasn't the only person in the room. There was another bed opposite to where he had been sleeping just across the room. In it he saw the vessel of Castiel, his eyes shut tight as if he was sleeping.

Dean almost wanted to smile at how peaceful the angel looked but then he realized it wasn't as simple as that. Hell he didn't even know is Castiel was still in there. He remembered Gabriel explaining how the biggest part of Castiel's grace had been stolen from the vessel, taken some place horrific, somewhere Dean didn't even believe to exist until a couple of months ago, his grace had been evaporated to the dungeons of Purgatory.

Then Dean recalled how Gabriel reasured him how all hope wasn't lost. As the most important part of Castiel's grace still remained. The part that made Castiel who he was, made him see the sights he saw, you could almost say it was the soul of his Grace, hidden deep within the ocean blue eyes of Castiel. His deep blue grace eyes as Gabriel had referred to them as.

Dean had always believed they were the eyes of Jimmy, that Castiel has just adopted them when he took over the vessel. Yet now he understands how no human could hold the sparkling beauty that they were. They were ridiculously blue and beautiful, the true beauty of an Angel of Heaven.

Dean pulled himself out of the bed and made his way over to Castiel. He sat on the side of the bed that Cas wasn't occupying and leaned over him. He traced his hand over Cas's face, he didn't even know why he was doing it, his hand was just moving, shivering almost at the touch of him. Dean had never seen Castiel in this way and it scared him thinking about how all he wanted to do was feel his skin touching his. He let his finger wander down the side of Cas's face until it reached his bottom lip. It looked unbelievably soft and it made Dean wonder what it would feel like to kiss, to feel the purity of Castiel's lips against his.

He didn't even realize he was stroking Castiel's lip until he finally came back into his senses. He quickly moved his hand away from Cas's face and wondered what the hell had come over him. He had no idea why he had done that and he sat in shock for a minute, until he began to do what seemed to comfort him the most, he peeled back the lid covering the angels eyes and it amazed him how he was still suprised by the intensity of beauty within it. He did what he seemed to always be doing now and just stared into the blue ovals, losing his complete sense of thought into them.

Sam Winchester awoke with a big smile spread across his lips. He wondered what the hell happened last night as he evaluated the nights sleep he had just had. He hadn't slept all night in weeks, ever since the form of Lucifer had over took his mind.

He closed his eyes again reliving the weird conversation he had, had with Gabriel last night, trying to make sense of what was said since he was now in a better state of mind with his senses on full alert since he had time to rest them during his beautiful sleep.

(start of flashback)

Gabriel had explained how Castiel was now in a sort of coma, but a completely different one all the same. His body and part of his mind was in the depths of Purgatory, whilst the small remainder of Cas's grace remained within the eyes. To Castiel of course he was completely lost, most of his mind experiencing what ever within the walls of Purgatory.

Gabriel had explained how through Cas's perspective he was trapped forever in the soul of Purgatory, the place in which was on a more serious lockdown than the rest of Purgatory. The part of Purgatory that held deadlier things that just the worst demented souls. There lies monsters no hunter would have ever encountered, locked up there for a reason. But of course when Raphael opened Purgatory the seal of the soul would have been cracked so some of the monsters there could have seeped through. They now lay inside the vessel of Raphael, hiding within the grace, gaining all sorts of strength to prepare to make an appearance, something Raphael was totally unaware of.

" So why have you suddenly decided to turn all big brother and help Cas. You never gave a toss about him before." Dean had said, saying what they all thought of course but Sam sure wouldn't have asked him like that. He remembers the most what the Trickster is capable of.

"Thats where your wrong Dean, I love my brother, I love all my brothers but Castiel is different. We shared the same part of heaven's grace that made us come into existence. Therefore he was one of the angels in my Galleon, being an arch angel I was in charge of it. I gave the orders and directed them on their right choosen paths that our father had instructed and I loved them all. However I saw something in Castiel, something that none of the other angels had. It seemed he was able to choose his own path. He was stronger than them even though he was the youngest. Of course being the youngest came with its baggage. They picked on him a lot and I felt the need to protect him. He was different because I felt more like a brother to him than anyone else."

" He looked up to me and I cared for him the way a brother should. But then heaven changed, Lucifer was banished and Hell was created. We all changed, including me and I no longer wanted to be part of Heaven, I couldn't stand seeing the bonds of our family breaking. So I left, I faked my own death and found a nice spot on Earth where I remained."

" But I've always thought about Cas, the pain he must have felt. I know he loved me too and I abandoned him, yet we are very similar me and him. You see he chose to leave Heaven behind too and he came to you."

Sam was suprised of how much Gabriel reminded him of someone. In that moment he no longer saw the terrifying, powerful arch angel, but a protective big brother who would have done anything to save his family.

It was only until Dean had gone upstairs to be with Castiel that Sam had the chance to speak with Gabriel alone.

" All that you said earlier about loving Castiel, you mean it don't you, you really do want to help him."

Gabriel let out a big sign. " I know there isn't much reason for you to trust me Sam, I know it was almost too late before I stood up to Lucifer, but yes Its true, I want to help Castiel.

Sam nodded and lay back in the chair he was sitting in. Gabriel was watching him very carefully, questioning him. He was very different to Dean Winchester, he seemed to see the good in people not just all the bad.

"How are you doing anyway Sam?" Gabriel asked.

Sam was almost confused at the question, then he realized he was specifically asking about his mind being used as a toy by Lucifer.

It was Sam's turn to sign this time. " If I'm being honest with you, I'm not entirely sure how I'm feeling. Lucifer seems to enjoy playing on the weakest of my emotions and only then does he make an appearance. I'm not entirely sure how longer I'm going to cope with it. Since Cas took down the wall I've just felt this urge of dread held over me, its difficult to explain, I just..."

Sam was cut off before he felt the need to explain something even he couldn't quite understand how to say. Gabriel nodded at him understanding what he meant without the words needed to explain it. Gabriel could see how tired Sam looked and for some strange reason it almost pained him to see it.

Gabriel walked over to Sam who was desperately trying to fight back the need for sleep, he knew he wouldn't get it anyhow.

Sam looked up to see Gabriel standing over him with a sympathetic expression.

" I like you Sam, your.. how I can say it.. different to a lot of humans." said Gabriel.

And suddenly Gabriel reached his hand and touch the forehead of Sam.

Sam didn't have time to react to his touch because Gabriel was soon walking out of the room again.

Sam didn't quite know what to think of it, all he knew was that he felt, well, different. And with that he made his way up to his room, with the feeling that sleep was now suddenly possible.

(end of flashback.)

Sam sat up in bed and rubbed the top of his head, pleased that the broken wall in his head had now been fixed. He felt a sudden sense of happiness, something he hadn't felt in a while and it confused him greatly but all he knew was that he was completely grateful for it.

And then he remember what Gabriel had said about Raphael unaware of the monsters inside him and the fact that Castiel was trapped in Purgatory. And as quickly as the happiness had come over him, it soon left again.

Sam groaned at the sudden empty feeling and the thought of having a long few days ahead of them, they had to fix what ever mess they had gotten themselves into again... The brilliant life as a Winchester he thought...

To be Continued...