Chapter 4: Help

Sam continued mumbling as he packed his bag full of weapons. After the weapons were all packed, he grabbed a stake and put it in his pocket. "When I find this trickster, I'm going to make him wish he was never born."

Sam walked out to his new mustang and put the bag in the trunk. He started closing the trunk when he heard Dean's favorite band, Metallica, playing…, but from where. After looking for the source of the sound, he shook his head and hopped in the driver's seat. Sticking his key in the ignition, he started to turn the car on when something caught his eye. A piece of paper with the words I'm sitting right next to you, being written on it.

Dean's POV

"The angel pulled you out of hell?" Bobby said chuckling. "Yeah right where's your proof?"

"You want proof? I'll give you proof!" Dean said trying to think fast. What could I use as proof? He asked himself. Then it dawned on him.

"I'm waiting," Bobby said impatiently.

"Here," Dean replied pulling up the sleeve on his left arm, revealing the burnt skin where the angel, Castiel, had grabbed him.

"What in hell's name…" Bobby started, but Dean interjected.

"More like, what in heaven's name,"

"That's your proof?" Bobby asked slightly entertained. "Son, you're going to have to do better than that." Silence came between them and the sounds from outside made themselves known.

Then Dean broke the silence, "What could have made a mark like this?"

"Oh I don't know, how about a demon with a grudge. Meg's a good example, you and Sam pissed her of royally."

"Wait, you remember me now?"

"What?"

"You just said that Sam and I…" Dean get to finish the sentence when a bright light flashed, startling both men. When the light start to fade, so did the burning sensation in there eyes. After the light completely faded Castiel was revealed.

"Cas!" Dean exclaimed. "Please tell me that you remember me."

"While tricksters may be able to keep me from tracking you, they cannot mess with my memories."

"A trickster? Man, I should've known! Wait though, how'd you find me if the trickster kept you from tracking me?"

"He got careless for a few seconds."

"So that's why you remembered me," Dean said to Bobby with a slight smirk.

"But why are our memories affected, but yours aren't?" Bobby asked the angel.

"Because I am an angel, one of the most powerful being, God being the most powerful."

"If you're so powerful," Bobby stated, "then why couldn't you track Dean?"

"Because the trickster wasn't affecting me with his ability, he was affecting Dean." Castiel was getting a bit impatient with the two humans. "Dean, you need to go back to the motel. Try to get Sam's attention in any way possible."

"Fine, but what about you and the whole tracking me problem?"

"Wait for me at the motel after you get Sam's attention."

"And what are you going to do while I'm doing that?"

"I'm going to start with trying to find the trickster." Another flash and he was gone.

"Later Bobby," Dean said forgetting that Bobby still had no clue who he was.

"Bye," Bobby said a little confused.

Hopping in his Impala, Dean drove back to the motel, listening to various songs by Metallica. When he arrived, he saw Sam unlocking the trunk to the mustang and put a bag in it. Now or never Dean thought to himself.

Turning the music up as loud as he could, he hoped Sam would hear it. Deciding that staying inside the vibrating Impala would be a bad idea, he covered his ears and got out. Sad that his baby would have to go through this torture, he noticed Sam looking around for the source of the noise.

"Man, come on!" Dean said as his brother shook his head. After turning off the pounding music, Dean ran to the passenger door of the mustang and got in. Frustrated that Sam didn't see the door open or close, he got out a piece of paper and a pen and began writing.

Castiel's POV

Castiel sat on a bench watching children play in a park across the street, trying to figure out what he should do. Tracking the trickster was impossible unless he slipped up again.

One of the children saw him sitting and started across the street. The child sat next to he and state, "I see you are troubled, Castiel."

"Gabriel, I presume?" Castiel said, knowing fully what the answer was.

"You presume correctly, my brother." The male child continued, "Why are you troubled so?"

"The trickster…"

"Ah, and his success in shielding himself from being watched," the child finished.

"Yes."

"But he lowered he defenses long enough for you to locate him and killed him, did you not succeed?"

"I did not look for the trickster, I looked for Dean Winchester and I succeeded."

"You do realize that you could have killed the trickster and stopped Alastair from breaking the seal, don't you?" The young boy's anger was rising.

Yet Castiel replied calmly, "You do realize that God wanted Dean and Dean alone to kill the trickster," He looked at the boy and finished, "don't you?"

Defeated, the boy walked back over to the play ground with the other children and began to play once more.

Castiel stood and decided it was time to meet up with Dean.

Sam's POV

Sam watched as the words magically appeared on the piece of paper. Reacting in the way hi mind told him to, he removed the stake from his pocket and swung at the seat.