A/N: I apologise in advance for any spelling mistakes in the following story. If there are any please forgive me and I hope it does not distract too much from your enjoyment. – If you enjoy :D

CHAPTER SIX

Castiel stood in the bright sunlight of heaven gazing unfeelingly down at Raphael's followers. Heaven was his and now he could begin reordering it. He could make sure no-one laid a hand on Dean or Sam Winchester again.

He kept expecting to feel something. Peace? Enlightenment? But there was nothing but the constant hum of the human soul within him. He didn't even feel the pain of Deans' lack of faith or Balthazar's betrayal. It was as if the human souls had consumed his own. – Not that he had a soul.

He looked around at the beauty in heaven and wondered why his father would want to leave it. Why he would abandon them for earth. Earth was nothing compared to heaven. There was no beauty on earth, just suffering and betrayal. People who claimed to be friends, who called you family, who said they cared for you turned around and literally stabbed you in the back.

Castiel had decided to let Sam suffer in his torment for a while… though how long that while would be he did not know. Maybe until Dean came to him begging for his brothers release. Sam needed to learn a lesson and so did Dean.

After everything he'd done for Dean Winchester, the man he cared about above even his own father and heaven, and he'd turned his back on him, tried to use his feelings for him as a way to control him. Castiel didn't understand much about human life or relationship but he did know that that was not how you treated someone you supposedly cared for.

Dean hadn't even listened to his explanation. He hadn't given him the chance to prove that this was an excellent plan. Dean, Sam and Bobby would no longer have to worry about heaven or the fates. Castiel could have given them anything they wanted. Dean could have his parents back, Sam could have Jessica, Bobby could have his wife. He could ease their gilt. Make everything right. All they had to do is believe in him. Trust him. – Love him.

Why couldn't Dean just love him?

The bright sunlight of heaven turned dark around him, sending everything into shadow as Castiel's anger burning.

"Castiel."

The new god turned to stare at the slim pretty woman behind him. There was no head tilt of confusion. No wide eyed innocence. Castiel knew instantly who this woman was and the anger at Dean evaporated to be replaced with anger towards his father. Castiel met his creators gaze with pure fury. He would no longer bow to this being, the one that had abandoned him.

That had not answered his pleas for guidance.

"I gave you a conscience Castiel, that you did not listen to it, is not my responsibility." Lindsey replied to Castiel's unspoken complaint.

Castiel stood his ground, he was no longer a subservient angel, he was an equal to his father.

"And I gave you Dean."

Castiel flinched ever so slightly.

"He told you to stop. I pleaded with you to stop. – Over and over he asked..."

"Order!" Castiel interrupted angrily.

God ignored him. "… yet you continued. Now you do this and blame us." She waved her hands around the aftermath of Castiel's vengeance.

Castiel could not defend himself. He wanted to but the words would not leave his throat. He would not look at his fallen brother and sisters, slain at his hand. He'd killed so many angels, more than he would have believed possible.

"Castiel, I made a mistake and it has caused this, now I will resolve that mistake, starting with you."

"You will not destroy me." Castiel growled, raising his hand. "You abandoned heaven, you turned your back on us all, you failed, I will not."

That was not Castiel talking; it was the corruption of the human souls. That need for power God had seen destroy for centuries. It was the same power the Fallen had craved. It was an illusion of power because no power could match his.

A bright light illuminated the shadows, sending a shock wave that had already destroyed the rebel angels of heaven. When the light died Castiel stood staring in wordless surprise at God; Unscathed and intact, smiling mournfully at him. A tremor passed through the former angel, part way between fear and anger.

"Castiel." She moved towards him slowly, her eyes fixed on his as only a parent could look at a beloved child who'd brought pain. "You don't contemplate the power I hold. None can."

Castiel watched her close the space between them. He was rooted to the spot whether by the Lords power or his own fear he could not say.

"You are precious to me Castiel. I have cared more for you than any other angel in heaven, more than Michael or Lucifer. I have put my hopes for the future of heaven and earth in your hands and it pains me to see you reduced to this. To know that the love I thought would be a gift became your curse…." Her hand reached out to cup his cheek and she saw the humanity Dean had inspired within him battling with the human souls that he'd taken in to protect the man, a single tear slipping from his eyes at the touch of his creators' hand. "…That was my mistake…." She glanced at the angels scattered around them. "…This was yours."

Another blinding light eradiation the surroundings, burning through everything, until all that was left was silence, beauty and pain.