Hello again, I'm back with another chapter. Two more and it's chapter ten woah, I tought that I'm only going to write one or two chapters... So I did this kinda early even though I have a lot of school stuff to do. My motivation to school has kinda gotten nonexistant. Yesterday I wrote an essay about cold war and it took three hours and today I should be studying especially swedish (I have an exam on Wednesday) and math (I have a test tomorrow) and I don't want to do any of it.(somebody please come and do it for me). I have almost two years till I graduate so suffering continues.

Notifications: Still shokingly I don't own anything. Be aware of mistakes on grammar and spelling. I speak finnish as my native language so do not blame me okay. (or you can blame me but hey I tried)

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And really I want to thank you for reviewing and following and favoriting! I want to say thanks to Guests too whom I unfortunately can't message back. So srsl thanks!

I'm glad I got informed of some of my mistakes and I'll try fix em when I can and Daniella cs asked me what I meant in the fourth chapter with the phrase "My angel in a trench coat will save me" I got to say I don't know, I tried to find it but I only found a phrase "And that my dear angel in a trench coat is my opportunity-", so I'm not sure, didn't I just find it or what but if someone could point it out where I have a phrase like that in the chapter 4 so I can explain it.

Now enjoy!

I woke up with a headache but I had it fixed up quickly with pain killers. It is regular Friday in our house hold. Sammy is eager to get to go to school and dad and I are staying home. Or that is how it seems but in reality I'm preparing a speech called :'How to win angel Castiel on my side'. So today is the day when I'm going to see Castiel again and no I try not to call him Cas because Cas is 2014's angel and Castiel is 1997's angel. There is a difference, like there is with Sam and Sammy.

I don't really have a plan when or how I'm going to get the summoning done but I'll figure it out. I'm sitting in the kitchen table eating breakfast like every single morning. Life is getting pretty boring without all the hunting but finally, today I get some action. I have all the ingredients that are needed in the summoning ritual which I have been gathering pretty much from the day I came here. Well not the first day because I was locked up in the nuthouse but from the early days.

Dad is talking on a phone, most likely with Bobby while he gives me my pills. I now take the pills every other day and only half of the pill. Dad doesn't know about that and neither does Michael and I'd like to keep it that way. I started to having smaller amounts of the medication when dad stopped giving me the hawk eye every time I took the pills. Hell no, I'm not stopping them all at once. The memory of the puking spree when I visited Bobby is still haunting me. I 'take' the medication and finish eating. I slowly making my way towards bathroom so I can cut the pills in half. The other half makes they way down to the toilet and other half is happily spreading their way in my system. Awesome.

"Dad what are we doing today?", I ask from dad when I get out of the bathroom. Dad looks up from the newspaper he is reading something flashing in his eyes. "Well the usual, hang out in here and maybe we'll go to the Roberts before Sam's back", Dad answers. "What are we doing at Roberts?", I ask suspiciously. Roberts is an auto shop where dad goes sometimes to earn some cash and like usually I'm forced to tag along. I like repairing cars but I'm not allowed to do that because of my 'illness'. How does my 'illness' affect on my ability to fix cars? I asked dad about it once and got an angry glance. "Well there is this car which needs fixing and we are a family in need of money, I guess you can put two and two together Dean", dad says in annoyed tone. Well dad is apparently not in a good mood today. So were going to Roberts today yay.

I went for a jog to get myself to do something useful. I hate jogging but I haven't had enough 'training' while I've been here. Usually I didn't have to do training because all the hunting but guess who isn't allowed to hunt anymore. I laugh bitterly. On my way back I see a glimpse of man which makes me immediately think that it's Cas but I know better. I continue my way towards home wondering what Sam's doing and how Cas is getting use to the human life.I kinda hope that when I get back to the year 2014 Cas would be an angel again because his mojo and all.

I come home just when dad is ready to leave to the Roberts. He hurries past me and hollers, "Get your ass in the car in five, were leaving!", "Umm, dad could I pass this one?", I ask hoping that he says yes. "What?Why? No your coming with me", dad comes back to the door wearing a weird expression. "Well, yeah but", I try to make up a lie," I have to do this presentation thing to the group therapy and you know I forgot I have to do it and I promised them it would be ready for Monday." I blush because me babbling about presentation is totally not me, gosh I sound like Sam.

"A presentation? Why do I hear about it just now?", dad's expression tells me that he is not taking it. "Well I forgot", I say scratching my head. Dad just stares at me probably wondering how to respond. He brushes his hand over his face and exhales, "What is it about", hmm dad that's a good question because I don't know. Come on, come on AHA," It's about family", I say silently. Dad's eyes soften and he nods, "Well I suppose you can stay in one condition, you answer every time I call and if you don't only god'll help ya ", he says sternly. I just nod and say," Yeah dad, I will."

YES! I'm finally alone. I check my wrist watch, I have about three hours time to wrap this thing up. I take the herbs and all the stuff I need out of a secret locker I made inside our bedroom. I was so sure that dad is going to notice the hole in the wall but I guess the odds were in my favor this time around. I draw the long ago memorized angel summoning sigil with a marker on the living rooms floor. The marker get's off with some soap and water so I don't need to worry about how to explain why do we have an nice looking sigil in the living room. I look at the list where I've gathered all the ingredients. Checking that I have everything I dump them into a bowl and lit it on fire. Thinking about Castiel.

I wait for an half hour and nothing is happening. Did I do something wrong. I check the list one more time cursing because I did everything right. Son of a bitch my only chance went straight down to the drain. I sit down on the floor and put my head into my hands. I feel like I'm gonna cry. No be a Winchester. Winchesters don't cry. Just then I feel a burst of air. I look up and whisper, "Cas.", "Why did you summon me?", Castiel asks clearly confused why he is here. Wow. He didn't have Jimmy Novak as his vessel, it was just some blond guy with a ugly beard but I knew he was Castiel. "Well Castiel I need your help", I say putting weight on the words "your help". "Why do you reguire my help and why should I even help you?", Castiel asks curiosity lingering in his eyes. "Well look I need your help because as far as I know you are only angel I can trust and were friends", I say talking way too fast but I can't help it and for some unknown reason I'm nervous. "We are not friends and I don't see why I am more trustable than my brothers.", Castiel says looking at his hands like they are from outer space. Well they probably are from outer space to him anyway. Ignoring the 'we are not friends' phrase I continue, "And I need your help to get back to the year 2014."

Castiel eyes at me curiously, "You can not go back to the year 2014 because it has not happened yet." Oh damn why he has to be so hard to talk to. The 2014's Castiel was starting to understand little bit more that everything is not literal but this Cas is just the old Castiel. Or actually younger Castiel. "Well not back in the year 2014 you dump ass, I mean you need to send me to the year 2014", I say little bit frustrated. "Why would you want to get to the year 2014?", he asks looking around the living room. "Well I'm kind of from there, I got sent back in time about half an year ago.", Please Cas help me. "My brothers are telling me to return in heaven", Castiel says looking like his about to leave.

"WAIT!", I shout loudly which makes Castiel stop on his tracks. "Please help me Cas, you're my only hope", I plead. He stands slumply, clearly uncomfortable in the form he is. "I do not know can I help you Dean Winchester, I need to ask permission from our father.", Castiel says steadily. "Bullshit, you don't need permisson, God is not in heaven and you know that", I say angrily, "Please look at my memories, then you'll know the truth, then you'll believe me", I plead again. "I don't need to look at your memories Dean, your souls screams the truth to me.", Castiel says. Something close to sadness flashes in his eyes," You are a good man Dean. I have never seen so pure soul in a so broken man. But now I have to get back. I will help you Dean Winchester." Castiel vanishes leaving me dumpfounded.

I start scrubbing the marker out of the floor thinking about what Castiel said. He is going to help me and that's wonderful but how? Is he going to come back or should I summon him again. I don't know what to do. At least I'm closer to getting back than ever. I have more hope now. I smile. I talked to Cas. Cas who wasn't really a Cas without Jimmy's body but Castiel nonethless. I have to make a game plan just in case if Castiel doesn't come back. But to later to that, now I have to get this freaking marker out of the floor. Fucking liars it doesn't come easily off with just soap and water. Shit I have to get it off.

After an hour of scrubbing and cleaning I got everything look like nothing had happened. I glanze at the clock and calculate that I got half an hour before Sam comes home and half an hour more before dad comes home. Dad has called only once after he left and let me say I'm pretty impressed because I thought he would be calling every 15 minutes, apperiantly not.

Not long and Sam came home. "Hey Dean, can my friend come over?", Sam asks varily. I don't see why not so I agree. "So when he's coming?", I ask kinda eager to meet Sam's friend. "Well he's waiting outside", Sam says akwardly looking at his shoes. I snort. "You left your friend outside?", I snicker. Sammy's face blushes and he goes to the door and shouts, "Yeah Jack, you can come!". Moving aside I let a lanky looking kid come trough the door. He is little bit taller than Sammy and he has these huge nerd glasses. Sammy and his nerd friends, I chuckle. Sammy shows to the boy where he can leave his jacket and then he introduces me to him. "Well Jack this is my brother Dean,", Sam motions me with his hands, "And Dean this is my friend Jack.". We do the nice to meet you talk and after that off they go to do their homework.

I sent dad a message saying that Sam has a friend over so he won't be surprised. Knowning dad he tends not to like surprises. Dad comes home with chinese take out and Jack stays for the dinner. We talk, we eat and gotta say I like Sam's friend, he is not as geeky as he looks.

Before I know it it's time for some shut eye. This day has been over all exhausting but to my misfortune I have to wake up early tomorrow morning. Freaking awesome. Michael just had to move our usual Monday morning therapy session to Saturday morning. Does he really think I want to share my feelings to him knowing that most of the population is sleeping at the time. Well he said this is just a one time thing, that next week it'll be in Monday morning like usually but still god! Fucking Michael.

I fall asleep into a nightmare