Disclaimer: Eric Kripke owns Supernatural, not I. If I did, Dean would probably be a demon by now.

Warning: Post "Heaven and Hell" AU with references to past events with tiny nobody knew it's there twists. Also, be warned of Dean's mouth. I think the amount of "language" is right though.

Note: Sorry this took so long to update. I've have mid-terms and term papers and such. I wasn't really motivated because of the lack of reviews (NONE!!! T_T) but I had a great day today (AP Calculus midterm was a 90 with no scale, most pains are gone, work was better then usual, etc.. etc...) and was motivated to write a chapter. But please, SOMEONE, review this chapter. I would even love criticism or flames!

"Well… shit…" Dean swore under his breath. He spun on his heel and stormed across the room. He grabbed a random bloody weapon from the bag on the table and started cleaning, continuing to mutter.

The younger Winchester sighed at his brother's reaction and turned back to the angel in the room. "So… how do we stop this seal – "

Castiel cut him off, "Ritual. We need to stop the ritual." The angel looked pointedly at the brothers.

Dean looked at the angel. "So, what does this have to do we me and Sammy?"

The angel tried to explain. "The ritual needs X pieces of to it: obviously, the live body of the host to be, which needs to be male, strong, young and dark; the body of a dead lamb; and the blood of the pure brother of the host. All this to take place on the night the Morning Star appears at beginning and end."

"How do you… you know what, never mind. I don't want to know how you know this," Dean growled.

Sam ignored his brother's attitude. "Is this all you know, Castiel? Is there anything else we need to know?"

Castiel shook his head, "Nothing else that you need to know of."

"Alright, so how do we stop this?"

"You two are to rest and hide."

Dean spouted, "What? Like he-"

Castiel shook his head, "No, those are my orders from my Father. 'To protect the brothers from attacks.' Lilith will probably come after Sam in the name of Lucifier, so that the demons won't disobey him."

"So protect Sammy! First, you guys are all 'Kill Sam' and now it's all 'Save Sam's ass'!?"

"Dean, calm down." The younger brother grabbed Dean's arm. Turning to the angel, "Dean and I can protect ourselves fine, while we prevent the 66th seal."

Castiel looked between the brothers and sighed, "Very well. Do as you please." The angel then vanished before the brother's eyes.

Dean rolled his eyes and looked to his little brother, "So, where do we start, Sammy?"

Sam indicated to the clock on the wall of the hotel room. "Sleep. Then breakfast." The clock showed the time to be 3 in the morning.

Dean stuffed another sausage into his mouth and watched his brother do what Sam normally did: research. "So, what cha got?"

"Well, all that Castiel mentioned was the Morning Star, a dark host, his pure brother and a dead lamb."

"And…?"

"Well, the Morning Star is Venus, the planet, only seen in the sky really early in the morning, just before sunrise, or just before dusk," Sam tried to explain.

"Wait, isn't Venus the sex goddess or something?"

Sam smirked for a second before he said, "The Morning Star is also connected to Lucifier, a fallen angel who was tossed out when he got too conceded."

"Probably why the angels all have sticks shoved up their asses," Dean joked before he stuffed another forkful of food into his mouth. "So wha else?" he asked around his breakfast.

"Dude, gross," Sam pointed out. After a pointed glare from Dean, he continued, "Well, the lamb is obvious, purity and all. The dark host and his pure brother is the part that has me stumped. It could be from how Lucifier was supposedly a fallen archangel."

Dean asked, "Wait, so Lucifier was Castiel's boss at some point."

"Could have been, if the whole fallen part is right. Though it really doesn't seem to fit what we know about fallen angels," Sam pondered.

Dean tossed in, "Hey, maybe his grace was taken up there because he was conceded. Or maybe he just lost it or tossed it when he was kicked out." He shrugged.

The waitress came over to the table, "Is there anything else I can get for you boys? Sam? Dean?" She asked politely, looking at each in turn.

Sam shook his head, not really paying attention. Dean, on the other hand, looked straight at her and said, "Yea… your name, and how you knew ours."

Note: Sorry this took so long to update. I've have mid-terms and term papers and such. I wasn't really motivated because of the lack of reviews (NONE!!! T_T) but I had a great day today(AP Calculus midterm was a 90 with no scale, most pains are gone, work was better then usual, etc.. etc...) and was motivated to write a chapter. But please, SOMEONE, review this chapter. I would even love criticism or flames! Though remember: Flame will be taken and used to burn Alastair. Review and GOOD criticism will be used as fuel for writing more.

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