Dean wasn't sure what had happened, but as he stretched out on the hotel bed, he had trouble sleeping. He felt like when he was younger, and he'd pace the room so that he felt like it was all right for Sam and Alex to sleep. When they were younger, some of the places made Dean uneasy, especially with Sam only just beginning training, and Alex being an infant. Even further back than that, when Sam was a baby and he was small, he could remember pacing, or even crawling into the crib to make sure rats didn't get in there.
Not that he wasn't glad for Sam being safe--- that was priority number one. But, the whole thing about the guy spontaneously combusting... if the demon did that, then could he do it to Sam? Would he?
Suddenly, a dark haired guy in a trench-coat appeared in his room and Dean started, cocking his gun.
"That would not do you any good, Dean." the man said in a gravelly voice. "I am Castiel, an Angel of the Lord."
"Yeah, and I can shoot rainbows outta my ass."
Castiel frowned at him, a bit confused.
Sam and Alex woke up, looking sleepy but also tense, reaching for weapons.
"You can go ahead and shoot me, there will be no affect."
Dean took aim and shot him at point blank range, blinking in surprise when he didn't even flinch.
"I explained to you, Dean. I am Castiel, I am an Angel of the Lord."
Sam's eyes got huge.
"It is... highly unusual for me to be summoned. But, I am here."
"You're the thing that... made that guy melt?" Alex whispered.
Castiel sat next to her, and Dean stood up. "Get back away from her!"
"Yes. It was all part of a plan." Castiel said, ignoring Dean. "The plan... would start a chain of events that could destroy the world."
"And, you're going to stop that from happening?"
Castiel pulled the colt from his jacket pocket, and handed it to Dean.
"No. Not me."
"Wait, how did you..." Dean fumbled.
"Have faith, Dean. You will need it."
Author's Note: Short chapter, I know, but, I thought it had come to a good stopping point, and there is more, longer chapters on the way.