He awoke into a dream. His eyes were closed, but he sent his so called sixth hunter's sense, and searched his surroundings.
Nothing. No sounds, no smells, no nothing. He squirmed.

What the-

"Dean Winchester, It's nice to finally meet you." His heart almost gave out. Who was that? How didn't he see him coming?

"Where am I?" But he didn't wait for an answer. Slowly - when was the last time he could move so slowly without being in danger? - he opened his eyes, and stood. Whiteness everywhere around him. The ground, the sky, the apparition in front of him.

Maybe I'm finally going insane.

"You're dreaming." The deep rumbling voice said.

"No shit Sherlock." Dean scowled, yet on the inside he was.. happy. How long has it been since he talked to someone? Since someone talked back?

"My name is Amorel. I'm an angel. I am here to ask for your and your brothers help."

"Great, great, another angel? No, thanks, I'd rather not. The last time I helped you lot, my brother ended up in a cage with the devil, for a year."

"Dean, I'm not like the other angels. I decided to rebel, against the other archangels, and I need your help, to make heaven a good place again and angels the righteous guardians which they're supposed to be."

"Rebel? You're rebeling against god?" A memory resurfaced.

'God wants you to back off.'

"Dean, god left heaven a long time ago. I can't rebel against someone who doesn't want anything to do with us anymore. But I decided we have to stop all this wrong. We should have done so a long time ago."

"Oh, you think so?" The bitterness in his voice would have made any man flinch, yet the angel only stood there, cold and motionless, and angel- like. God, how Dean hated them.

'God wants you to back off.'

"You and your brother are both the same. He wouldn't even hear of it as well." the angel talked with fondness and affection, yet Dean didn't believe it one second. He couldn't. Maybe he never would be able to, again."Well, I think this may have changed his mind."

"Well, It hasn't changed mine, so, back off." Dean grit out. Why wouldn't he just leave him alone?

"Dean, unfortunately, our time together is up. We will meet again, in real life, and I hope you will have changed your mind. I need you, heaven needs you." Why? Why him? He can't get one second of peace from those sons of-

'God wants you to back off.'

Dean thought ugly pieces of things. Why doesn't god like me? What am I doing wrong?

"When have you helped me when I needed you?"

"I brought you back from heaven, son." Again with the false fondness.

"A little late." He repressed the tears held in him for years. It showed in his voice.

"I pulled you out of purgatory, son ."

"You pulled me out? Well, you know what? You were a little late." The tears seemed to flow out of his words instead. Little traitors.

"I am sorry, son. I needed time. We-"

"I AM NOT, YOUR SON! And you needed time? You needed 7 months? You know what I did while you needed time? I fought monsters, alone, and cold, for 7 fucking months! I don't care what you need-"

"Dean!" The angels voice changed its colour, it's texture. It deepened, sounded frantic, but he didn't care, he needed to get this out now, he needed to yell, he needed-

"I spent months begging for help, for shelter, for food, for something! And you know what came? More of those monsters."

"Dean, please!" The voice started sounding familiar, rough, worried. He ignored it.

"I had to learn how to stay alive all on my own. In that endless, dark forest, squeezed between the worst kind of beasts, without family, without friends, without anyone! So excuse me if I don't want to be friends with you anymore."

"Dean, wake up!" echoed around, and an earthquake shook the ground, or rather, the dream.

Dean opened his eyes to brown, concerned ones.

Sammy.

"Dean, are you alright? You slept for days, and then you started tossing and shouting. What's wrong? Does something hurt you? Or-"

"Sam, hey, calm down, okay?" I'm.. good. I just had a nightmare, that's all. Just a stupid nightmare."

"Dean," Sams voice sounded so sorrowful, and full of pity. Don't you start pitying me, Baby brother. "you were in purgatory, for months. It's not okay. You're not fine. It's not just a 'stupid nightmare'."

Dean ignored him. He sat up from the bed, and just let himself soak up Sams appearance. He looked bad. Worse than bad. His eyes were red and surrounded by dark shadows, his lips were trembling, and dry from the alchocol Dean could still smell on them, his hair was lifeless, and his voice sounded.. broken. Don't you break on me now, Sam.

"Sam." He let the word ring out, and stop Sams ranting. The realisation sank in. He was out of purgatory. Sam was right in front of him, talked to him, stood before him. He was out of purgatory. Finally.

"I'm.." Sams voice broke, his eyes still trained on Deans. "God, Dead, I thought you weren't.. I thought I'd never see you again."

"Shh, Sammy, everything's good." And Sam was in his arms immediately. "I'm here now, aren't I?"

"Dean.."

"I'm glad to be back." grunted Dean, under sams weight. Sam was really too old for this. Dean wouldn't let him cling to him like this the next time, he decided. I hope there won't be a next time.

"Alright now, Sam, time to let me go. If you don't stop with the chick-flick moment thsi instant, I swear I'll make arrangements to go back down there."

And when Sam finally straightened out and pulled back, he could swear he saw a trace of a smile on his face. He returned the smile.

A.N. So people, one more chapter with boring talk, then comes the action.. I never thought it would be so hard to write this stuff :P There are a lot of things I have to mention, and a lot of new information to squeeze somewhere but I don't want to make it just talk... this is difficult, man O.o

Well, I hope you people like it anyways, and review? *shy smile* Next chapter comes the confrontation.. kinda :D

P.s. Amorel is my own made up archangel... I don't really like OC, but there will be some of them :P Amorel meaning 'love of god'