Rating: T

Summary: Castiel reveals who he really is. Spoilers for 4x21

Hum Hallelujah

I woke up the next morning extremely surprised to see Castiel still lying on top of me. I was also surprised that my assumption that it was morning was wrong as well. It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

I gently touched his face, not wanting to wake him. His wings were completely mended now, not a solitary feather out of place.

I wondered if he would take off if he woke up, which made me more cautious than I was. He began to stir, as if sensing I was awake. His eyes opened, still slightly fogged with sleep. He looked up at me, and he smiled.

"Hi." I said, not knowing what else to say.

"Hi, He said. He sat up slowly, glancing sideways at his wings. "I healed." He stated, looking pleased. I frowned.

"Does that mean you're leaving?" I asked quietly. I was going to hate the answer, like I usually did. He would leave again, I knew it. And I was right.

"Just for awhile. I'll be back by tonight. I swear." He said.

He can't lie, I thought. He's coming back tonight, which isn't that far from now.

"Why do you have to leave?" I asked, close to a whine, really.

"I'm not sure," Castiel said, his voice becoming soft. "I don't know what they want me to do, but it's something bad…I can feel it, Melissa."

I sat up and stroked his cheek.

"Please, Castiel, no matter how terrible it is, just do it," I pleaded. "I don't want a repeat of last night ever again. I don't want them to hurt you." He nodded and stood.

"I have to go," He kissed me. "I will be back as soon as I can. I don't know how long this will take," I nodded. "But I will try my hardest to be back to you tonight."

"And if you're not?" I asked.

"Then I will be here tomorrow. That I know for sure," He kissed me again. "I love you." I blinked and he was fully clothed, his wings gone.

"I love you too."

He didn't come back that night. He came back the next morning.

I was reading through a book that I wasn't really paying attention to when he blipped into my room. I sat up and nearly threw the paperback across the room. I smiled at him, but my smile quickly faded when I saw him.

He looked at me in silent agony, his eyes close to overflowing with tears. I stood and went over to him.

"Castiel, what happened?" He looked down at me, opening his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I hugged him. He collapsed in my arms, wrapping his own around me and sobbing into my hair.

A storm that I had only heard once before began waging outside.

"Cas, what's wrong, tell me, please! What did they do to you?!" He shook his head. "They didn't do anything to you?" He shook his head again. "Then what, Angel?"

"I had to l-let Sam out, I had t-to. I d-didn't want to. He's d-d-dangerous. They made me. An-and then he hurt D-Dean. Tr-tried to kill him. I saw a-all of it. I co-couldn't do anything. He hurt D-Dean and it's all m-my f-f-fault!" He shuddered.

"Shh…" I said, unable to comprehend what he had just told me. "Where did you let Sam out of?"

"This r-room of Bobby's. Th-they were keeping him there so-so he wouldn't drink demon bl-blood," I gasped, but Castiel continued. "And I let him out!"

"Was Dean keeping him there?" I asked. He nodded. It made sense. Dean wanted his brother to detox from…demon blood. That thought alone made me shiver. No wonder he had burned Cas the last time I saw him.

"It's not your fault, Cas, not if they made you." I soothed, stroking his hair.

"Th-that's not the worst of it!" He cried. "I gave them An-Anna. She-ll be pun-punished like me. I tr-tried to tell her to g-go, but she woul-wouldn't listen."

"It's not your fault, Anna knows that," I said. "She won't blame you, Cas. I know she won't."

"I betrayed her!" He sobbed. "D-Dean swore his ob-obedience to us. To G-God. But I d-don't think he sh-should have."

"Castiel, listen to me," I lifted his chin. "If they told you to do something and you obeyed it is, not, your, fault."

I told him to listen to them and this is what it did to him. This is how much it hurt him. This was my fault. It shouldn't have happened.

"I don't want them to hurt you again," I continued. "But you have to do what you know is right, Cas. These angels have a warped sense of right and wrong, but you don't! You know if something is right or not, you know if someone should be punished for something they did or not. You might be the last good angel there is. And I don't want you to do something you don't believe in because of me." He nodded and swallowed.

"I don't know what to do, Melissa. Sam and Dean…they'll never be the same again. Dean will blame himself for what has happened and try to apologize. But in his current state, I don't think Sam will listen." He said. "And who knows what Zachariah will have me do next! I might have to sacrifice a virgin for all I know."

We were quiet for a long time, just looking at each other, each lost in our own thoughts.

"Melissa?" He said, breaking the silence suddenly. I looked up at him. "Melissa, I need to know something about you." My brow creased in confusion and curiosity.

"It's something I have to show you." He said, stepping away from me.

"What?" I asked.

"Me. I need to show you me," My eyes grew. Castiel took a deep breath. "The second your eyes start to hurt you close them." He commanded. I nodded. He took another deep breath.

A white light came from his eyes and his mouth, and about five and a half seconds later my entire room was filled with this brilliant light. And my eyes were fine.

I first looked down at Jimmy's body, which remained still, save the rhythmic breathing, and I looked up at the source of the light.

When I had had my vision in the warehouse of him being taken back to Heaven I didn't get a chance to look at him, or any of the others, for that matter.

He was beautiful, more beautiful than anything I had ever seen in my life. And I understood then that this was why he was not human, he was too perfect.

His skin was as white as marble, his hair the palest blonde and fell to his shoulders, his ink black wings spread around him, the only reason I knew without a doubt that it was him was the sparkling blue eyes. A golden light lit above his head, a halo.

He looked at me, his perfect, chiseled features cautious. I was walking toward him without realizing it, and now I was directly in front of him.

"Can you hear me?" He said, his voice was powerful and echoed. I nodded. I reached out to touch him. "Careful!" He warned. I touched his face; he was so warm. He smiled at me and I thought I might faint. "Why are you crying?" He asked, gingerly wiping tears off my cheeks. I hadn't noticed them until now.

"You're beautiful." I said, my voice a mere wisp of sound. He smiled again and I felt lightheaded.

"You're chosen, Melissa," He said, brushing my hair out of my face. "There aren't many people out there like you."

"Do you know someone else that can see angels like this?"

"I can only think of one," He said. "And her name was Mary."

I ran my fingers through his hair, so soft it didn't feel like it was there. I touched his lips, his arms, his chest, and I could only think one thing.

Edward Cullen can kiss my ass!

Not sure why that was the first thing that popped in my mind, but it was.

He gently cradled my cheek in his hand and brushed his lips against mine. Once he was satisfied nothing bad had happened, he kissed me more firmly.

My heart was going to explode, I just knew it would. It was pounding way too hard. I felt like I was floating high above this dark Earth. I could feel his light in me, and it was the greatest feeling in the world.

He pulled away from me, smiling lightly.

There was another bright flash of light. I blinked and he was in Jimmy's body again, right in front of me where he had been.

I was kissing him before I thought about what I was doing. He wrapped his arms around me.

I was still trying to get over the fact that I could both see and speak to angels when a voice said:

"I thought you would have learned your lesson, Castiel."

--Oh no! Cliffie!! : ( --