I don't own Supernatural. I do own a fiery red car named Charlie. (Yes she's named after SPN Charlie)

"What kind of name is Castiel?"

The angel sat beside Dean on the dock, the worn chairs perfectly comfortable. "What do you mean?"

"I mean it's long. One syllable names are the name of the game."

"Game?"

"How about Cas? That sound good?"

"It's not really my name."

"That sign wasn't Prince's name either, but it didn't stop him from using it."

The angel frowned but didn't object.

"So, Cas, does every good little boy and girl get an angel on their way out?" The bobber of Dean's fishing line rocked lightly in the still lake.

"By definition you are neither good nor a little boy." Dean shot him a look and Cas sighed. "And no. Most are taken by Reapers."

"Reapers? Like the grim kind?"

"Most don't appear that way. They can actually be quite pleasant."

Dean filed the information away to add to the journal. "What makes me so special I get you?"

Cas looked at Dean peculiarly. "Because you are incredibly important. Without realizing it, your brother and you stopped the worst circumstances from happening and probably saved all of mankind."

Dean blinked in surprise and snorted. "You've gotta be kiddin' me."

"I'm serious, Dean. Azazel's plan went far beyond your own family. If he had succeeded, he would have unleashed things worse than you can even imagine."

"Like what? The end of the world?" Dean's laugh died when he saw the look on Cas's face. "You have got to be joking."

"The apocalypse is not a joking matter."

"The apocalypse? Like with Lucifer and fire and brimstone? The whole nine yards?"

Cas nodded. "More or less. If the Devil had been let free to roam the Earth I can only imagine the havoc he would have unleashed."

"Right." Dean's brow furrowed and he pulled experimentally on the line. Nothing pulled back.

"You don't seem to believe me."

"I believe things when I see them. Not sure if you exist still. Could be ."

Dean couldn't say for sure, but Cas looked a little put out by the comment. "Look, nothing against you." Dean sighed. "Sam's the believer. Not me."

Cas frowned and opened his mouth to say something but Dean stopped him.

"I don't want a sermon." His line pulled suddenly and Dean stood to reel the fish in. "Why ruin a nice dream with angel debates."

Sorry it's been a bit. Havin' some car issues that kept me distracted.

Anyway.

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~aborkencastiel