"How's Pamela?" Dean asked as Sam stepped into Bobby's house, just returning from the hospital. Dean was sitting on the couch next to Oshea, and Ella was standing in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, leaning against the doorframe.

Sam sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "She's… she's hanging in there." He said quietly. He looked to Dean and Bobby. "What are we going to do now? This thing is apparently worse than we thought. It burned Pamela's eyes out of their sockets…"

"I say we summon Castiel, whatever he is… it's risky, but whatever this thing is… it wanted Dean out of Hell for a reason," Ella said with a nod.

Bobby looked to Ella and nodded. "Sounds like our best bet to me, but we have to cover all our bases first. We have some work to do."

"Holy crap," was the first thing Ella said when they stepped into Bobby's shed. Every inch of the place was covered in symbols of all types, drawn in black spray paint. She looked around incredulously at the artwork around them. "This is awesome."

Oshea looked around at the various artwork and smiled a little. "I'm very impressed."

Bobby grumbled a little at the compliments and passed out weapons to them all before he sat down on the edge of a table. "Alright, well… here goes." Bobby said before he began to chant. After he had finished the chant, nothing happened. Sam frowned slightly as he looked around the room.

"Is… uh… something supposed to happen?"

Ella arched a brow. "I don't think it worked."

As the words left her lips, the wind outside the shed began to howl, and the lights started to flicker.

"Call it wishful thinking but maybe that's just the wind?" Dean spoke up.

Oshea straightened and cocked the gun she was holding, moving to stand by Dean. Bobby stood up from the table, lifting his own weapon. The lights hanging from the ceiling of the shed began to swing and shudder. The doors flew open and a young man wearing a black suit, a blue tie and a khaki trench coat stepped through. As he walked toward them, the bulbs of the lights began to burst, showering sparks down on him.

They all watched him for a moment, and then began firing their weapons, but the man continued to walk, not phased by the rocksalt and bullets. The young man continued forward until he reached Dean. Seeing the guns were not working, Oshea dropped hers while Bobby and Sam continued to shoot and went to the table Bobby had been sitting on. She grabbed a knife and stabbed the young man in the chest. He glanced toward her and grabbed the hilt of the knife, pulling it free and tossing it onto the ground.

"Dean," He said slowly in a low voice. "We need to talk… alone…" He stretched out his hand and pressed the pads of his first two fingers against Dean's forehead. He and Dean instantly vanished from the shed. Oshea's eyes widened.

"Dean? Dean!"

Dean found himself standing in a wide open field with golden swaying grass. There was a single large tree standing in the distance, its dark leaves and branches swaying gently in the breeze. The clouds above the field were black and churning and lightning was spreading along the underside of the clouds, stretching out like thin, gnarled fingers. In the center of the field was an old, decrepit armchair which was occupied by a limp scarecrow.

"What the he-" He looked around and then saw the man in the trench coat standing in front of him. "Who are you?"

"Castiel." The young man said as thunder crashed above them and rain started to fall down on them.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah I guessed that, I mean what are you?"

Castiel blinked a little as the rain dampened his hair and dripped down into his face. "I am an angel of the Lord."

Dean stared at Castiel for a full ten seconds before speaking. "You're…" Dean shook his head. "There's no such thing."

"Yes there is." He said lowly. The lightning flashed again and in the light Dean could see the ebony shadow of two wings spreading from Castiel's back.

Dean's eyes widened at the wings, and then a moment later, they were gone. "Angel? Some angel you are, you burned out Pamela's eyes."

Castiel lowered his eyes and sighed. "I tried to warn her. I told her not to spy on my true visage. It can be… overwhelming to humans. So can my voice, but… you already know that."

"You mean the gas station…. That was you talking? Buddy, next time lower the volume." Dean smirked bitterly. "And what visage are you in now? Holy tax accountant?"

Castiel looked down at himself and touched the front of the trench coat and the suit. "Oh this… this is a vessel." He said, looking up at Dean again.

"You're possessing some poor guy?" Dean said, an eyebrow raised.

"He's a… devout man, he actually prayed for this." The angel said quietly.

"Right… well, pal, I'm not buying into this angel crap, so who are you really?"

Castiel's brows furrowed slightly and he tilted his head, looking a little confused. "I told you…"

"Well if you're telling the truth, then tell me this; Why would an angel rescue me from Hell?" Dean asked. "What makes me so special?

"Good things do happen, Dean," Castiel said quietly as stepped closer to Dean.

Dean shook his head. "Not in my experience."

"What's the matter, Dean?" The angel leaned a little closer. "Do you not think you are worthy to be saved?"

"Why did you do it? Why did you bring me back?"

"Because God commanded it." Castiel said softly. "Because we have work for you."

"An angel? Are you kidding me?" Ella asked, once they were all safely back inside Bobby's living room. "With wings and everything?"

"What did he look like?" Oshea said with a smile, her legs crossed together Indian style on the couch.

"Just some nerdy guy with wings and a trench coat," he said with an eye roll.

"Not… what I would have expected." Oshea said, her brows furrowing.

"So… not that I'm not very grateful to this angel for bringing you back, but… did he say why?" Sam said.

Dean paced back in forth of Bobby's desk, where several piles of books were piled on top of it. He shrugged. "He said… God wanted me back."

"It fits," Bobby said from his desk, looking up from the book he had been flipping through. "It says that an angel can snatch a soul from Hell."

"Wow," Oshea said, stretching out her legs in front of her and leaning back on the couch. "This is huge… I mean… there must be something major going on if angels are yanking people from Hell. Did Castiel give you any specifics like why God wants you back?"

Dean shook his head. "All he said is that he has work for me."

Ella frowned. "Well he sure is specific."

"So what do we do now?" Sam said, looking to Dean.

Dean shrugged. "I guess we just wait for mister angel to show himself again."