Disclaimer: Look to the first chapter

Warnings: Nothing much for this chapter other than what applied at the beginning.

***Reposted because I had the time Dean spent in hell wrong. It's all the same except for that minor adjustment.

Cerberus looked up wearily as the hall seemed to fall silent, the hell hounds themselves bred and trained to fear nothing but their masters whip were cowering against the red rock walls, tails between their legs. Light flickered casting shadows on the hall floor, and she shivered, fear crawling down her spine, something big was coming, and even hell itself did not want to welcome it.

Blinding light filled the cavern and the entire room shook, causing dissent in the line as souls scattered terrified. The hounds at least had enough presence of mind to stop any from escaping through the now ruined entrance. The light dimmed slightly and Cerberus realized that it wasn't light at all, an Angel stood at the entrance to hell and it had been its' Grace that had so lit up the cavern. Everyone froze and just stared at the celestial being that now stood in front of them.

Cerberus spared a thought to the lack of demons that had come running. Did they really trust her that much? To assume she would sound warning in time? Fools. Standing against an Angel, even a low ranking one such as the being in front of her was suicide. And she was certainly not suicidal. It appeared the hell hounds weren't either because only quiet whimpers escaped their jaws as the angel moved farther into cavern. As the angel moved closer to the door, and therefore to Cerberus its' guardian, he looked around the hall with an emotionless almost bored expression on his face, but his eyes didn't miss a detail.

One brave soul with a look of awe and hope in his eyes came forward, Cerberus winced slightly as the soul moved forward. A greedy and penny pinching man, his whole life. Had died with a fortune and hadn't left anyone a single penny, instead he had spent it on a huge crypt for him and his worldly possessions. Much like the Egyptian pyramids of old. Cerberus really hoped the building would be looted for every last dust bunny.

She watched in amusement as angel drew nearer the soul trailing hopefully behind. He finally seemed to find the courage to speak and she cringed as he opened his mouth hoping the foolishness of one soul wouldn't cause them all to be smited. "Are you here to free us then?" He asked. The angel paused a moment to look at the man,

"You? No" he said curtly before moving forward once again, leaving a sea of dejected faces on the souls behind him. He drew close to the rocky shelf that she sat on and she scrambled to her paws, whimpering slightly as the movement caused wounds to pull and in places reopen. He looked up at her at the sound, face twisting into a concerned frown,

"Are you well?" He asked quietly, feet shifting as if they knew that he needed to keep moving. His heart and conscious though, and maybe those ingrained angel morals, had given him pause. She kept quiet though, he was clearly here for a purpose, she had survived this treatment for centuries, she would continue to do so. He stayed where he was though, eyes looking her over noting every visible cut and bruise, frown deepening. She shifted slightly as he continued to stare.

"Why are you here?" She asked when the silence had gone on to long. He looked at her quizzically,

"My name is Castiel. I am an angel of The Lord sent here to raise the soul of one Dean Winchester." Cerberus blinked remembering the day nearly 40 years ago now, when the man had walked through her gate,

"Good. He did not deserve to be here, he was exceptionally brave to walk willingly into Alistairs' domain." The Angels face drained,

"The soul of Dean Winchester has been with Alistair?" Cerberus nodded,

"I must go at once!" He strode quickly to the gate and was almost through when he paused to look back, "Your help was most appreciated Guardian." Cerberus shrugged at him,

"Thank you for taking the time to talk with me like I am actually an intelligent being, and good luck with finding the soul you seek." Castiel nodded at her and seemed to hesitate before extending a hand out towards her, grace stretching out to touch and destroy the chains holding her.

She shook herself in shock marveling at the lack of weight and clanking chains. She looked up eyes shining with gratitude only to find that he was already gone. She stretched, enjoying her new range of motion and glanced at the gate worriedly, one angel against all of hell? The angel had freed her, and she was just going to waltz out and leave him to face all of hell? Growling lowly at herself and her willingness to help, she sent a chilling glare to the hell hounds

"Guard the entrance, let no one through, in or out until I return." They looked at her unsurely but they whined their agreement anyway. Steeling herself she turned towards the door and walked forward through the gate for the first time and into hell itself.

AN: I currently have 4 chapters written for Hound of Hell. I know the chapters are short but they made good stopping sections between parts of the story and events. Hope you liked it, reviews are nice but do not feel obligated. Happy Hunting! 95