D'script.: Castiel remembers the effects of a forgotten sigil.

Disc.: Pshh. You don't really believe that I'd be posting this if I owned Supernatural, do you?

Love: For Cas. I miss him heavy for this season.

Insignia

"Castiel, listen. We're just going to talk to them, okay?" The older hunter reassured the angel.

"Dean, if they find out that I killed Uriel, they'll kill me too," Castiel said, an unusual touch of fear in his face, "You know how demons go to hell? You don't want to find out were dead angels go."

A shiver ran down Sam's back at the neutral tone in Castiel's voice. He was reconsidering their plan, too.

"Dean, maybe we shouldn't…"

Dean shot his brother a glance, "Not you too. Sam, this is our only chance to find out how much they know about Cas and Uriel. We can find out what Castiel is up against and kill those mutherfuckers."

At Sam's hesitation, Dean added, "Do you want to save Cas or not, Sammy?"

Sam's lips hardened into a thin line, "Of course I want to. I just don't know if this is the best way-"

"Dean, they're coming," Castiel whispered warningly.

Dean readied his shotgun and Sam was poised with the holy oil. Both brothers took a fierce battle stance, with Castiel a few feet behind them.

Zachariah appeared; a flutter of wings and shattering of the window alerted them to his presence. He wore that calm, arrogant smile as he flicked his hand left, then right and flung Sam and Dean away from Castiel. His smile widened as he saw the fear in Castiel's eyes.

The rogue angel didn't back down though, he clenched his fist around the long blade in his hand and took a deep breath. He raised it immediately as Zachariah took another step closer.

"My, Castiel, why so hostile?" he asked, voice dipped in silk and venom, "We all know that angels are not bound to their emotions. Tsk, tsk on letting them rule you."

"Don't-" Castiel uttered, his voice gravelly, "I don't want to hurt you."

"Hurt me?" he let out a forced chuckle, "Castiel, we both know that you are not capable of such actions."

He raised the silver stake a fraction higher in challenge, "Try me."

Dean struggled to pull himself up, when he did; he aimed the loaded shotgun at Zachariah's head. He held it steady.

"Hey, douchebag!" Dean yelled and Zachariah was plugged with a large capsule of rocksalt.

Dean was thrown back flat from the momentum, having only propped himself up on his elbow. Zachariah's attention was successfully diverted from Castiel, who rushed to help Sam up. He nodded to the younger hunter to grab the oil and matches.

"You have been a pain in my ass, boy," Zachariah said, as he approached Dean, "You reject Michael and then you continue to flounce around with this…disgrace of an angel… You sure do know how to pick your friends, Dean."

Dean grinned, "I wouldn't be so keen on knocking Cas like that, if I were you, bitchface."

"What, do you think I'm stupid?" he bit out.

Dean brought his index and thumb together, leaving a fraction of space between them, "Just a wee little."

Before Zachariah could lunge at Dean, Sam caught him around the middle and thrust him into a seemingly deserted area.

"Now, Castiel!" Sam yelled.

Castiel struggled to light the match. He struck it a few times before the end fell off. He glanced up at the hunters awkwardly before tearing another match from the little book and trying to light that too.

"Fold it and put the match between!" Dean shouted.

Castiel tried that, but still to no avail. Dean huffed slightly and Zachariah easily beat himself out of Sam's grasp. The archangel stalked angrily toward Castiel, who quickly abandoned the matches and drew his blade in a fluid, lightening quick motion. Zachariah stopped in his tracks and held his hands up humorously.

"What're you going to do, Castiel? Kill me?" he said, laughter evident in his voice.

Dean smirked, "I wouldn't be laughing if I were you, dickless."

Sam cracked a small smile as well, "Apparently, we have a lead on what he knows."

Zachariah looked momentarily confused, before "Oh, you mean Castiel's missing supervisor. We have our suspicions on that."

Dean immediately grabbed Zachariah and twisted his arms behind his back. The angel grinned, "Oh, no. Please, don't. Stop," he said conversationally.

Sam appeared in front of him and doused the angel in holy oil. He picked up the discarded matchbook and struck a flame quickly. Holding it dangerously close to Zachariah, he spoke:

"Tell us what you have on Castiel."

"Or eat your own barbequed ass," Dean whispered viciously in his ear.

Zachariah laughed shortly before evaporating from their grip and reappearing behind Castiel, "Nice trick, boys. But I'm afraid you'll have to do better than that. Now, as for what I know. Let's leave it at enough to get your little angel locked up for a good long while. Castiel knows what he's done." He hinted, throwing a glance at the angel who began to squirm.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean argued.

"Oh? He didn't tell you?" Zachariah was giddy with glee, "Castiel was corrupt the moment he met you two. There's something odd about you Winchesters-"

Zachariah disappeared with a short scream and a bright white light. Castiel's bloody palm was pressed to a simple ancient rune. The angel smiled wolfishly at the hunters.

"Oops," he said with an innocent grin.

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