**So if you did not read the last chapter, all you need to know if that Balthazar refused and order from Raphael and was tortured until he complied. But he wouldn't do it…until Raphael threatened to torture Cas…so Balthazar killed one of his close friends. With torn and broken wings, he almost let himself Fall but Castiel saved him and brought him to Dean to get his wings fixed…Dean helped and once Balthazar was sleeping, Castiel skimmed his thoughts and found out he was the reason Balthazar caved in and killed his close friend. So Castiel is now on a mission to Heaven to get revenge on Raphael.**

Plot: I don't even know what to say about this…very random occurences. This chapter will follow Sam and Dean before ending with a small part from Castiel.

Warning: I apologize ahead of time for the completely random and probably really confusing events that are about to transpire. My muse is seriously somewhere else right now…may be lack of sleep or the new meds I'm on but I've completely gone crazy. O.o…seriously. But I hope you enjoy this. ^-^

It's going to end up in about three parts…first part was the last chapter… I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes. This was written very late.

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Chapter 20: The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows Part 2:

The night passed by quickly and while Sam slept, Dean remained awake and alert, tossing and turning in a useless attempt to sleep. His mind was running through possibilities of what Castiel was doing and why he reacted the way he did after touching Balthazar.

He jumped up from the floor when he heard a shuffling on the bed beside him. He quickly stood up to see Balthazar's eyelids fluttering open to reveal a soft blue. He blinked a few times before slowly sitting up.

Dean quickly sat beside him to inspect his wings. Much to his surprise, they were full healed and appeared as good as he had seen them before. Balthazar knit his eyebrows as he reached a hand back to touch his wings. He let out a long breath when he realized they were no longer injured. He then turned to Dean and tilted his head slightly in confusion "Why am I here?"

Dean took a long breath "Cas brought you here…had me stitch up your wings," he said simply, running another hand through the blue and gold feathers. Balthazar shuddered and pulled them back slightly "Well, thank you. Where is little Cassie?"

Dean stared down for a moment in thought "I don't know…I think he searched your thoughts…he seemed really upset then just left."

Balthazar's eyes widened and he jumped up to his feet "Oh no," he said, his heart racing "He is going to get himself killed."

Dean noticed the stance as Balthazar spread his wings, ready to take flight. Dean ground his teeth and grabbed ahold of one of the feathers, causing the angel to let out a grunt "Oh no, you are going to tell me what's going on."

"I don't have time to explain. To make it short, Castiel is going to try and fight Raphael," Balthazar said, trying to yank his wings back so he could help his brother.

"Wait…again?" Dean asked, fear settling.

"Yes, now let me go help him," Balthazar said with a darkness to his voice that made Dean's stomach turn. He quickly released his hold and watched the angel disappear.

"What's going on?" Sam asked in a groggy voice as he sat up in the other bed.

"Just go back to bed, Sammy…" Dean said with a forced smile.

Sam, not totally awake just nodded and let his head fall back onto the pillow. For a moment, Dean sat on the bed, praying silently and aloud to Castiel. He had a feeling inside of him that he couldn't describe…like something serious was about to happen. He took a long breath before stepping outside to get some fresh air.

The air was crisp with a bite of cold as he began to walk down the sidewalk. They were in a small town in Minnesota…Dean didn't remember the name nor did he care. They were going to be heading back to Bobby's house in the morning.

He was just a few minutes down the road when he noticed a scuffling sound down the dark and dreary street beside him. From what he could tell, there were no houses and just one streetlight that illuminated vague light upon a few figures in the distance.

He quickly began to stroll down the road when he heard the voice of an elderly man cry out. Within moments, he was standing a few feet away from what appeared to be two thugs trying to mug an old man with a cane.

Dean didn't have time to get a good look at the man before he took action "Hey," he said in a loud voice and harsh voice.

The two men turned to him and Dean could see that they were wearing dark beanies with black hoodies and dark jeans. Their outfits looked almost too similar and all Dean could think about was that they were pansies. One of the men had dark brown eyes and scruff covering his face "Just who the hell do you think you are?" he asked, taking a step forward.

Dean stood his ground "Why don't you just back off that man there and we won't have a problem," he said, his tone dark and promising.

The two younger men looked at each other then back to Dean. The other man, with hazel eyes spoke next "And what are you going to do about it, chump?"

Dean lifted his eyebrows and took a step forward "I suggest you walk away right now," he said again.

He wasn't surprised when one of the men with brown eyes jumped at him. Dean easily moved out of the way. He caught the man before he could hit the ground and lifted his knee to slam into the surprisingly bony body. The guy cried out and slumped down for a moment. Dean just rolled his eyes as the other pulled out a gun; and, just as usual, Dean kicked it out of his hand and threw a punch before he could even blink.

After about thirty seconds, both of the guys were running off in the opposite direction. Dean sighed and rubbed his jaw, which he knew was going to have a nice bruise in a few hours. One of those guys' boots caught him right in the face.

He leaned down and lifted the gun into his hand. It was crappy…useless and he laughed when he noticed that there were no bullets. He just shook his head and slid it into his pocket. He immediately turned to the elder man who had been knocked over by the hazel-eyed guy.

Dean quickly helped the man up and handed him his cane. He now was able to look at the man more clearly. He had to be in his late 60s; he had silvery-white hair that seemed to stick out from beneath his brown fishing hat. His skin was a tan color and his eyes bright and it might have just been Dean the way the light was hitting it but he swore those eyes were a metallic blue color. A silvery-black beard hung on the man's face, reaching to his collarbone. He was wearing a red, plaid sweater and black sweatpants.

"Hey are you alright?" Dean asked, making sure the man had balance before letting go of his surprisingly firm and muscular.

The man let out a laugh that felt nice on Dean's ears…like bells chiming "You really showed them. Tell me, how does one man of your size take on two idjits like them?"

Dean smiled at the use of 'idjit' and just shrugged "My father taught me," he said "will you be alright?"

The man laughed again and his eyes twinkled up at Dean "I'm fine," he said "Just getting old," he said lightheartedly "Thank you for helping an old man."

Dean smiled and nodded "No problem, sir," he said "Would you like me to walk you home?" he would feel awful leaving this man alone again. He would feel restless thinking about it.

"Sure, I could use the company," the man said and he waved an arm "I just live down this road some."

Dean nodded and began to follow the man, keeping a sharp eye out for any idiots who dared to cross him.

"So what's your name, boy?" the man asked in a friendly tone. For some reason, Dean felt oddly comfortable around him.

"Dean," he said "And yours."

The man seemed to think about that for a moment "Just call me John."

Dean felt his stomach clench at hearing that name. Of course, it was common but it always seemed to send warmth and steel through him at the same time whenever he heard it. He missed his father so much…that was the steel…but the warmth was the love he felt for him. He wondered what his father would think of him now…all those things he did; breaking the first seal, freeing Lucifer, stopping the Apocalypse, fighting Leviathans…dating an angel. He frowned at that as he thought about Cas and what could be happening to him. It made his heart race some more because Castiel didn't reply to his prayers. He didn't even send a sign or anything. Dean subconsciously ran his hand over the print on his shoulder. It had faded slightly but it was still visible, marking the fact that his precious angel dove into Hell to get him.

Again, his stomach knotted at the idea of never seeing Castiel again. He had no idea what he would do with himself. Honestly, after all the times Castiel had 'died', he never put so much thought into it as he was now.

"You are concerned about someone," the man – John – suddenly said. He said it as a fact and not a question.

Dean turned to him with knit eyebrows. John was smiling warmly "The person you are concerned about…they will be fine, I'm sure of it."

Dean just stared and shook his head "You can't know that."

John smiled and turned those misty eyes to Dean "I have a feeling," he said before chuckling as if he had an inside joke.

Dean just nodded, wondering if this man was one of those loony old men that would sit around and tell stories about back in their day. Within a minute, though, they were stopping in front of a small cabin beside a clearing of woods.

The man stopped and moved the cane to his other hand. He gave Dean a wide and sincere smile and held out his free hand.

Dean smiled back and took the John's hand in his. John held it tightly and rested his shoulder on the cane as he placed his second hand over the top of their locked hands "I thank you for your help," he said with a bright smile of white teeth.

"No problem," Dean said, knitting his eyebrows when he felt warmth in his palm.

"Good night and God Bless you," John said with a wink before turning around. Dean stared as the man walked into the house.

He then noticed that there was an object in his hand. He furrowed his eyebrows and his heart leapt in his chest when he noticed the necklace curled in his palm. The amulet was just as he remembered, golden with an Egyptian style human-like face with horns curling over the top of the head. He stared wide-eyed for a moment before noticing that the warmth he felt was coming from the amulet. It seemed to burn hot in his palm, almost glowing in the darkness. He honestly had no idea what to think. He recalled Castiel talking about it once upon a time but Joshua had said that it was meaningless. That didn't explain how this man just had it or how…

His eyes widened and without hesitation, he darted to the front door and began to slam his fist against it; no answer. He then grabbed the handle and was surprised to find it unlocked.

"Hello?" he asked as the door heavily creaked open. It smelled musky inside and was dimly lit with lamps. Other than the few portraits and statues of angels inside the home, it appeared utterly normal. He walked through the house slowly, only to find that it was empty.

He glanced back at the amulet in his hand and noticed that it was no longer warm but just the temperature it should be from being held in a human hand. He sighed and decided to go to Sam.

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Sam groaned when he felt something run over his body. It was light and he could almost not feel it. His eyelids fluttered for a moment when he heard a voice start to whisper in his ear in a soft song "I look into your eyes…And know someday…I'll make you mine…"

He blinked a few times as he tried to focus on the figure that was laying in the bed beside him, staring into his eyes. He gasped and jumped so fast that he tumbled off of the bed and crashed onto the floor.

His eyes widened and he leapt up to his feet when he noticed Lucifer laying on the bed, his eyes mischievous and voice high as he started bellowing out more song lyrics, "Let me be your angel…Let me be the one for you…Let me your angel…angel…Let me be the one you believe in."

Sam panted and his heart raced in his chest as he stared into the eyes of Lucifer in Nick's vessel. He was now sitting up on the bed smirking "Oh Sammy have I missed you!" he said loudly, causing Sam's ears to ring.

"W-what…h-how…you," he sputtered, unable to make a complete sentence. He was so sure that the hallucinations were over.

"Did you honestly think little Gabriel or Micheal could rid of the craziness that was going on in your noggin?" Lucifer asked, arching an eyebrow "All part of this gaammmee."

Sam bit down on his lip and turned away, ready to start ignoring the hallucinations again. He glanced at Dean's bed to find his brother gone.

"Aw Sammy don't be like that!" Lucifer groaned and Sam stiffened as he tried to ignore him.

The door suddenly swung open to reveal Dean, whose emerald eyes were widened with disbelief. Sam had been pressing on the healed wound on his hand. It still hurt, despite anything. He glanced over to see Lucifer was gone.

"Sammy, I don't know what just happened," Dean said, his voice shaken as he held up the amulet Sam had given him that one Christmas.

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Castiel groaned as he searched one of the last places he thought to look for Raphael. He could not find that angel anywhere and it was really starting to tick him off. He decided he would have to try the Throne Rooms. His heart pounded and his grace shuddered as he slowly moved his hand to the handles of the large, golden doors. He could sense a great amount of power radiating from the room.

"Castiel! Are you insane?" Balthazar's voice suddenly sounded. Castiel groaned when he felt the angel pull on his arm.

"Balthazar…I have to…he hurt you and used me to make you kill your friend," Castiel said, voice determined.

"Cas, if you go in there and confront Raphael, he is going to kill you then what I did would have been for nothing," Balthazar said flatly and Castiel hesitated, knowing he made perfect sense.

He was about to speak when the large, golden doors suddenly flew open. Castiel felt fear seep into him when he saw the look on Michael's face. The archangel was rigid and his eyes were dark and full of authority…much like he used to be before all of this started.

"Balthazar, leave," Michael said in a clipped but strong voice.

Balthazar hesitated but when the archangel gave him a harsh look, he disappeared.

"Castiel…Father would like to speak with you," Michael said, his voice flat and like the warrior Castiel had known his whole life…the way he used to sound when God was still around.

Castiel felt his grace coil and his feathers puff out before starting to curl around him in fear. He willed them back, though and nodded.

"Right this way," Michael said void of all emotion as he turned his heel and walked into the room. Castiel followed, his heart racing and stomach turning as he realized this might be the last time he ever saw the light of another day. He was going to be earning the wrath of God for all that he had done.

He kept his head lowered as he followed the sound of Michael's feet. From the corner of his eye, he could see Gabriel standing upright in front of a large, golden throne. Gabriel met his eyes for just a moment and he just barely shook his head.

"Michael and Gabriel, you may leave," a slightly raspy but powerful voice said.

Castiel kept his head bowed as he listened to Michael and Gabriel leave the room and he knew that he was indeed alone with God, himself. He could feel the power radiating from Him.

"Castiel," the voice said once more "Look at me, Son."

Castiel felt his wings shuddering and shaking but he turned his eyes up to stare into the glowing blue eyes of Him. He wanted to tilt his head and take in everything about his Father but held back. All he knew was that He was in a human vessel of an older man with silver-gray hair sticking out from below a fisherman style hat. He also had a soft and silvery beard that hung low to His red shirt. He was sitting on the throne, His eyes set on Castiel.

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Okay, I know that was incredibly random but I just wanted to put Him in the story at some point. I know that in the show, we were supposed to maybe think that Chuck was God…or at least that was what I heard. I never thought much on the subject so I decided to just make Him into a man who I would imagine being very warm and nice to be around…but still very powerful.

Please let me know what you think. Also, about Dean's amulet…I never really remember what happened to it after he threw it in the trash can…if you recall anything, please let me know.