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Author's note at the end.

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Dean stared at the unknown man for a few seconds. The man stood next to the image of the lost prince, and his eyes almost completely matched the prince's. The stranger just stared at Dean as Sam caught up with them. Dean grabbed Sam's shoulder and made him look.

"Sammy, do you see what I see?" Sam looked at his brother, before he took a look at the stranger in front of them and then, at the portrait behind him. He blinked a couple of times, before he nodded at Dean. Dean felt a tug on his pants, and looked to find a small black pup.

"A dog?" He bent down to pick it up.

"Excuse me, but are you Dean?" The stranger finally spoke up, looking at the brothers. Dean handed the dog to Sam, who smiled widely and began to pet the small thing. Dean walked up to the stranger.

"That depends on who's looking for him,"

"My name is Castiel and I am looking to obtain some travel papers. They told me you are the person to see," Castiel said, as Dean walked a circle around him, looking him over. Castiel watched Dean for a second.

"Might I ask what you are doing?" Dean looked back up towards Castiel's eyes and shrugged.

"Sorry, Cas," Dean said, as he walked back towards his brother.

"It's Castiel," Dean turned around with a raised eyebrow. He smirked.

"Sure, Cas," Castiel frowned, before he picked his scarf from the floor and tried to walk back towards the door to the dining room. Dean intercepted him.

"Wait a moment; I thought you needed papers,"

"I'll find someone else. Thank you for your time," Castiel walked past Dean, only to be stopped once more by Dean.

"I was just kidding, dude. It's just you look an awful lot like…" Dean trailed off, as he gestured towards the Singer family portrait. Castiel turned his head, following Dean's hand towards the smallest child in the painting, a small dark-haired boy with blue eyes.

"You know, never mind," Dean turned back to Castiel,

"You were saying back about travel papers," Castiel tilted his head in confusion at the random turn in the conversation, before he answered Dean.

"Yes, I'm trying to get to Sioux Falls," Dean looked at him in slight surprise, before he looked back at his brother, only to find Sam playing with the dog. Dean shot Sam an unamused glance, before he continued his conversation with Castiel.

"Now, let me ask, Cas. Do you got a last name that goes with that?" Castiel looked down at the scarf in his hands, before he shook his head.

"No…I don't know my last name. The orphanage found me wandering the streets when I was ten. They gave me the name Castiel, and I was with them ever since. I didn't even leave when I turned 18 so I could help them,"

"And before that, before you were found?" Dean tried to venture on.

"I don't remember…only a few bits and pieces," Castiel reached through his shirt and clutched the necklace around his neck. Dean smirked, this was perfect for him. Cas has reached all of his requirements, age, eyes, hair color. Now, he only needed to convince him. Castiel's voice brought Dean out of his thoughts.

"But I do have one clue to my past, and that is Sioux Falls. Are you two able to help me?" Dean smiled again, and tapped Sam on the shoulder.

"Sammy. The tickets," Sam reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out the tickets, while Dean continued to talk.

"We'd love to help you, since actually my brother and I are going to Sioux Falls ourselves," Sam handed the tickets over to his brother.

"I have three tickets here for a boat that leaves for Sioux Falls soon…But unfortunately, the third ticket is for him," Dean, once more, pointed back at the royal family portrait towards the little dark haired boy.

"Prince James Singer," Castiel looked at the old painting once more, before the Winchesters dragged towards a different room.

"We're trying to reunite the lost prince to his grandfather, the Grand Duke," Sam said, finally speaking up.

"You do kinda resemble him," Dean chimed in.

"The same dark blue eyes," Sam continued what Dean was saying,

"Like his father's, King Michael's," Castiel silently listened as the brothers rattled on about how he resembled the lost prince.

"Are you trying to tell me that I am, somehow, this Prince James," Castiel asked, as the trio stopped in front of a different painting.

"All I'm trying to say is that we've seen thousands of men all over this country and none of them look as much as the lost prince as you do," Dean said, as he tried to get Castiel to look at the painting before them.

"Just look at the portrait," Castiel took a step away from the brothers.

"I think I made a mistake," Castiel started to walk away, but Dean walked in front of him.

"Why? You don't what happened to yourself,"

"And no one knows what happened to him," Sam spoke up,

"You're looking for family in Sioux Falls,"

"And his only family is in Sioux Falls," Dean and Sam took Castiel back towards the painting.

"Have you ever thought of the possibility?" Dean asked, looking up at the painting. Sam handed Crowley back over to Castiel, who absentmindly began to pet him.

"It's a bit hard to picture myself as a prince after living in the orphanage, but I believe everyone would wish someday that they were royalty," Castiel looked up at the painting; the lost prince stared back at him. Dean took this opportunity to grab his brother and head back for the ballroom.

"We'd really like to help you, bud. But like I said, the last ticket is for the lost prince," Castiel sighed, as he looked away from the brothers back to the painting. There was a twinge of hope that what the Winchesters had said was true.

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Once they were in the ballroom, Sam pulled himself out of Dean's grip.

"Dean, what the hell? Why did you tell him all of that and then just walk away?" Dean smirked at him; Sam just gave him one of his signature looks in response.

"We're walking away from a perfect opportunity here, Dean," Dean looked down at his wristwatch.

"I've got this all under control, Sammy. Now, just slow down a tiny bit," Dean said, slowing his walk down as well.

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Castiel stared at the lost prince for a second, before he glanced at the other figure in the portrait; an older man with a beard, and a hand on the lost prince's shoulder. There was no crown on his head like the other portraits, but his attire held some medals, and what seemed to be a family seal, but the image was too faded for Castiel to see what the seal was.

'Must be the grandfather,' Castiel thought. He bit his lip and made his decision. He rushed out of the room after the Winchesters.

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Dean smirked once again at his brother, before he held up three fingers and began to count down. They heard hurried footsteps behind them.

"Dean, wait," The brothers turned back and looked at Castiel. Castiel played with the scarf in his hand for a moment, before he spoke up.

"I thought about what you had said. The possibility of myself could be accurate. And if I am not Prince James, I am certain that the Grand Duke would know and it all would be just an honest mistake," Dean nodded his head, as Sam walked up to Castiel.

"And if we're right and you are the lost prince, then you will finally know who you are and have a family," Sam smiled down at Castiel to reassure him. Dean quickly agreed, before he added,

"And it gets you to Sioux Falls for free," Castiel took a second, before he agreed and held out his hand to Dean and shook hands. Dean turned around, yelling into the empty ballroom.

"May I present the Prince James Singer!" Sam shook his head at his brother's antics, as Castiel picked up Crowley.

"Crowley, it looks like we get to go to Sioux Falls. Thank you," The dog seemed to smile back at Castiel, as he petted his head. Dean shot the dog an uninterested look.

"That thing is not getting into my car," Sam and Castiel looked up at him; Sam frowning, Castiel confused. The duo sent him a pair of puppy dog eyes. Dean rolled his eyes, walking back towards his and Sam's room.

"Fine, whatever. But, he makes a mess in my baby, he's out," Sam and Castiel chuckled lightly as they followed him.

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Meanwhile, in a room overlooking the ballroom, a small wirily male with a nervous twitch watched the trio with mild interest. He chuckled.

"Prince James?" Jeffrey shakes his head, before he continued to talk to himself,

"Just one problem there, guys. Prince James is dead! All the Singers are dead," He walked around his room, before he picked up a demon's seal. After Lucifer and the demons disappeared, Jeffrey was the only one left. He joined Lucifer's army to be with one of Lucifer's recruit, a demon who loved to take him slow dancing, but he never actually knew the demon's true name. The seal in his hands started to glow in his hands while he was not paying attention.

"Nothing is going to bring my demon back, not after so many years," Black smoke rose from the seal, and something began to materialize right next to him and spoke.

"And that, my dear Jeffrey is where you are wrong," Jeffrey yelped in surprise and throw the demon seal in the air. The demon, which materialized next to him, caught it before it fell to the ground, and glared at Jeffrey with pitch black eyes. Jeffrey just stared back in return.

"Y-you came back…" The demon smiled at him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. He held up the demon seal.

"Of course Jeffrey, something unlocked me from this. Now, tell me what has just happened. Nothing should have released me from this seal. Lucifer is in Hell's Cage behind the Gate, his will is done," Jeffrey pointed out the window towards where the trio once was.

"These two brothers claim that they had found Prince James Singer. But, that can't be right. The prince is dead like the rest of his family," The demon just raised an eyebrow, before he pulled a knife out of his pocket. Jeffrey stepped away quickly and watched his demon cut his own arm and used his blood to make a different seal on the wall next to them. The demon held his hand to Jeffrey,

"Take my hand, Jeffrey," Jeffrey took his hand with caution; the demon gave him a smile, before he placed his other hand on the seal and chanted,

"Nos ad inferni scriptor portam, ad caveam," Jeffrey didn't have any time to react, as light filled the room and he felt him and the demon dragged through the seal. Once they stopped, Jeffrey fell to the floor, the breath knocked out of him. He didn't seem to notice someone kneeling down above him.

"Who is this? And why are you in the Cage and intrude on my solitude?"

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Sorry, it took a while to update. I had midterms at my school. As well as, I'm still recovering from Friday's episode of Supernatural. And then, there was trying to figure out Castiel's characterization since I believe he wouldn't really act as Anya in the movie. And then, trying to figure out who would be Bartok, but one of my lovely followers on Tumblr suggested Jeffrey, from this season's episode, Repo Man, and I found he kinda fit.

Edit: Crap, I forgot the translation! I'm gonna admit I used Google Translate for the phrase to be in Latin. It translate to "Take us to Hell's Gate, to the Cage,"

So anyway, I hoped you enjoyed, and hope you review. Have a good morning/day/night!