A few days later Bobby got a call from his friend Ellie. She wanted to meet. But when they got to the meeting point, she was already in bad shape.

"They have it. What they need" Andy said soberly. Ellie nodded.

"Have they done it already?" Dean asked. Ellie shook her head.

"Tomorrow, the eclipse." Her voice was fading.

"Ellie, tell us where they are." Bobby said gently, but she was already gone. As Bobby closed her eyes, there was a rustle of wings and Cas spoke from behind them.

"I'm sorry this had to happen. Crowley got carried away."

"I bet it was all Crowley you son of a bitch!" Bobby growled.

"Enough. I don't care what you think. I need to stop Raphael, and to do that I need you all to Stand Down." Dean shook his head. Andy knew this was her only chance. She had to try and keep Cas thinking she was on his side. She stepped away from the group.

"Castiel, you made me a promise. You promised you would get Dyson out. Will you hold to that promise?" Andy could feel Dean's eyes on her. She could feel the righteous anger in his stare.

"Our deal stands, as long as you do." Castiel turned away from Andy. Dean was still staring at her.

"Will you stand down? I won't ask again." Castiel said, drawing Dean's attention.

"I think you already know the answer." Dean said.

"I wish it hadn't come to this. Understand, I will save Sam when this is over."

"Save Sam from what?" Dean asked. With that, Cas disappeared, and reappeared next to Sam. He touched Sam's temple, and shattered the wall.

Dean was out of his head with worry and anger and disappointment. They laid Sam out in the panic room where Dean stat by him.

"How is he?" Andy asked when she got the nerve to go down stairs. Dean just looked at her with hard eyes then looked at the bottom of his whiskey glass. "Dean talk to me, please…" He stood up suddenly and turned away. She could see the tension in his stance. He was ready to blow.

"Andy, I can't…" was what came out of his mouth. Quiet and intense with only a slight tremble. He passed a hand over his face. "I can't deal with this right now. My brother is comatose and you…I can't." He shook his head. "Two years. Two fucking years…and you just show up." He leaned on the back of the desk chair. He finally looked up with angry tears in his eyes "I need you to go." Andy swallowed hard. "Please, Andy…I need you to go." There was that please. The please that she could never ignore, that she had never turned down. Until now.

"I'm not going anywhere Dean." She said quietly. She walked up to him and put a hand on his arm. He tried to pull away but she held on hard. "I've made that mistake too many times already." The conviction in her voice made Dean look at her. Really look at her for the first time since she had been dropped back into his life. "I'll stay out of your hair. But I'm not leaving you again, and I am not leaving Sam. When you're ready to have it out, make up, make out, or whatever, I'll be around." She let go of his arm and walked away. She paused at the door of the panic room. "For what it's worth Dean, I really missed you. I love you." Dean watched her go. He didn't want to admit it, but a small piece of the bitterness broke off of his heart and melted away.

It didn't take long for Dean to get antsy. He was pacing when Bobby came in.

"Anything?" Bobby asked looking at Sam.

"I can't just sit here Bobby, I've got to help him." Dean said as he dragged a hand over his face.

"I don't there is much you can do son. The dam inside his head is gone and all hell is spilling loose."

"I don't care we have got to do something!" Dean gripped the back of his chair.

"And we will. But I'm already down one man and we have 16 hours to go."

"Oh yea and how is that going? No line on Crowley, no line on Cas, Balthazar is MIA. All we have is Sam going through all this shit." He was shouting now.

"Dean, this is what Cas wants, for you to fall to pieces." Bobby said pouring him a drink. "Think of what Sam would want." Dean took the glass, and looked at Bobby square on.

"Find Cas Bobby, find him now."

Andy was sitting in Bobby's office again. Promising to stay away from Dean for the time being was proving harder than she expected. She had nothing to do. So when she heard the basement stairs creak she met Bobby at the top of the stairs.

"Anything?" he shook his head.

"We need to know where this is all going to go down." Andy sighed. Of course she had left Cas just at the wrong time. She had no idea where everything was happening. She quietly prayed to Balthazar to make up his fucking mind and kill everyone or help. To her surprise, he showed up.

Andy was lurking at the top of the basement stairs, when Bobby came by with Balthazar in tow. They all went down to the basement.

"Look what the cat dragged in." Bobby said to announce his presence to Dean. Balthazar took a look at the panic room.

"Well at least you mud fish finally got the angel proofing right."

"What the hell took you so long?" Dean grumbled. Balthazar turned to him.

"Honestly, I was having second thoughts."

"About?"

"About whether to help you. I was thinking maybe I'd rip out your sticky bits instead." He said it so deadpan, that Dean actually looked nervous for a second.

"Balthazar, don't be an ass." Andy said, arms crossed over her chest. "Just give them the address." Balthazar rolled his eyes.

"I was getting to that." He handed Dean a piece of paper. He looked at it and showed Bobby.

"Well, give us a minute to pack up the zap us there."

"Oh no no no, I don't think so."

"Balthazar!"

"Dean!" Andy interrupted. He spun to stare at her. "Think about it for a second. This is a betrayal of a very powerful friend. Don't you think you just showing up will be a bit of a tip off?" Dean glared at her.

"What do you care? All you want is to get Dyson back." It hit her like a punch in the gut.

"Dean," Bobby said softly. Andy swallowed hard.

"You're right, I did want that. But now…I know it's not going to happen. Cas is too power hungry to pass up having a soul with that much power on his side. So yes, as much as I want Dyson back. Right now, there are more important things. Balthazar has stuck his neck out far enough." There was silence for a moment.

"Well then, on that cheery note, I'll be off. Good luck."

While Dean and Bobby packed up the Impala, Andy packed her bike. She wasn't sure what would happen, but she knew it would be hard. That was when Balthazar appeared in front of her.

"He's summoned me. I think he knows." Balthazar said in a rush.

"There's no way." Andy couldn't keep the fear out of her voice.

"He's asked me to bring you too." Balthazar said nervously. Andy's eyes went wide.

"That's not good. Can you stall? At least give them time to get going?" she asked. Balthazar nodded.

"I should still take you with me." he said. Andy shook her head.

"Tell him I wanted to ride in. Avoid looking suspicious to Dean. That may buy some time." Balthazar nodded and vanished. Andy got on her bike, and went.

When she got to the lab her heart was racing. She felt her phone buzz. She thought of Dean and groaned. She sent a quick text and hopped he would understand. She walked in past the angels and headed toward Cas. She vaguely wondered where Crowley was, but at this point she didn't much care. When she walked into the room, the first thing she saw was Balthazar's empty and very dead vessel. She stopped cold.

"We had a Judas in our midst." Came Cas' deep voice. Andy swallowed and turned toward it. Cas was right in front of her. "More than one I think." He swung at her. Luckily she was ready for it. She managed to catch the hand with the blade, and by sheer luck get it away from him.

"Castiel wait, I can-" she didn't see the second swing coming. She skid across the floor, but managed to hold onto the blade. She stood, blade out and ready. She watched waiting for the attack. Sadly, unlike Dyson she was no match for angel speed. Cas appeared behind her, hit her in the back, which sent the blade flying as well as Andy. She landed hard, and all the air in her lungs rushed out. She gasped for breath. Castiel was on top of her.

"You promised me Castiel," Andy gasped. "You promised me you would save him." Cas looked at her seriously for a moment.

"To win a heavenly war, sacrifices must be made." he said, then he leaned in close and whispered in her ear. "He would have been more trouble than he is worth. So, I think I'll leave him there…alone in Purgatory." Andy's eyes went wide. "Now, you get to live with that knowledge." Cas leaned back, took one swing at her head, and she was out cold.

It was only for a few minutes, and she was amazed Cas had left her alive. She woke to Crowley's voice saying,

"Never underestimate the King of Hell darling." Andy carefully slid herself under a table and played dead. Well this sucks. she thought. She had stopped paying attention to the conversation for a moment, until a new voice joined in. A smooth, cold, female voice.

"Hello Castiel." it said.

"Raphael…" Cas said, true fear in his voice. "I thought consorting with demons was beneath you."

"Heard you were doing it." Raphael said.

"You know Castiel. For all the things you said about Raphael, I found him…her…to be quite reasonable. I decided to take the best offer on the table. She's offered me protection." Crowley said matter-of-factly.

"In exchange for what?" Castiel growled.

"Purgatory blood." Crowley replied. Andy was starting to get nervous. The way this conversation was going, she was pretty sure she did not want to be here right now. Unfortunately there didn't seem to be a good way for her to get out. After a few more choice words were exchanged, Castiel ran, and left Crowley and Raphael with the means to crack the largest store of unclaimed souls wide open. Where the hell is Dean! Andy thought anxiously. She got her answer a few minutes later when, in the middle of his chanting, she heard Crowley say "Bit busy gentlemen." and the sound of Bobby being thrown down the stairs, and Dean being dropped on an operating table. As Crowley was finishing the words Andy crawled out from her hiding place and over to Bobby. He gave her a startled, then relieved look. As Crowley said the last word…nothing happened. Andy helped Bobby up, just as Cas reappeared. There was something different about him. The way he held himself. She could only guess at the power he was toting around inside. She watched it all unfold in horror. The angels and the King of Hell, barely paid any attention to the three humans in the room. When Castiel lit up like a Christmas tree to show the extent of his power, Andy's heart plummeted. She finally understood what Cas had meant. Dyson was alone. Completely. Again. That was why Cas had left her alive. So she would know that Dyson was utterly alone, and she couldn't save him. Crowley made a fast exit after that. Then Rafael tried to plead for her life, which got her killed. Then Cas turned to the other beings in the room, Bobby, Andy, and Dean.

"You see, I saved you." Cas said with a self satisfied small smile on his face.

"Sure thing Cas. Thank you." Dean said carefully.

"You doubted me, fought against me. When I was right all along." Cas still had the strange little smile on while he spoke.

"Ok Cas you were, we're sorry. Let's just defuse you, ok?" Dean was desperately trying to talk Cas down. Andy and Bobby were watching the exchange like a tennis match. Dean pulling out all the stops. Talking about family, and losing people. Cas standing still, talking about winning and fear. When Andy saw Sam, her heart leaped. His eyes met hers, and she glanced at the angel blade that Raphael had been holding. Sam had perfect timing as he plunged it into Cas' back. Which did nothing.

"It won't work. Because I'm not an angel anymore. I'm your new God. So you will bow down and profess your love unto me, or I shall destroy you."

"Well," Bobby said slowly as he knelt to the floor. "This good enough, or do you want the whole forehead to the carpet thing…guys." Dean glanced at Cas, then sunk slowly to the ground. Sam started to as well, but Cas stopped them.

"What's the point if you don't mean it. You fear me, not love, not respect. Only fear." Cas said in his strange new voice. Sam staggered around to face him.

"Cas-" he started.

"Sam, you have nothing to say to me, you stabbed me in the back."

"Cas, come on. This isn't you." Dean said steadily.

"The Castiel you knew is gone." Cas said smoothly.

"So what now?" Dean questioned "Kill us?"

"There's no reason in killing you now. You wouldn't move against me again, it would be pointless." Cas looked at them each in turn. "So I will allow you to live in my kingdom. If you rise up, I will strike you down. Not doing too well are you Sam?" All eyes turned to Sam. He was white, swaying, and his eyes were unfocused. He rallied when he heard his name.

"I'm fine." He said automatically. Then again more focused, looking at Dean. "I'm fine."

"You said you would fix him, you promised." Dean said desperately.

"If you stood down, which you hardly did. Be thankful for my mercy. I hope this is the last you see of me." With that, Cas vanished leaving them all stunned they were still alive. Almost in the same moment Sam's nose started to bleed and he fell to the floor, cutting his hand on a shard of glass, and passed out.

They made it back to Bobby's. Sam was still out, Dean was quiet and brooding, Andy had some wicked bruises and a vendetta against an angel for screwing her, Bobby was himself. When Dean started working on the Impala, Andy helped. She didn't say anything, just quietly found parts, tools, tuned what she could. She earned a few quizzical looks but Dean said nothing either. It was tense for a while, but they got into a rhythm after a while that felt more comfortable. When Sam miraculously got himself up, Andy was sceptical that he was alright. In spite of her sight not being tuned to mental health, she had been around enough head cases in her time to know when something was off. But she put it to the back of her mind for the time being and waited. They started hearing bits and pieces coming in about acts of God. White Supremacist groups being disbanded, false leaders, motivational speakers getting murdered. They all knew what it was. Cas was playing God.

One night, Andy couldn't sleep so she wandered out to the porch to look at the stars. She almost jumped out of her skin when she saw Dean sitting in one of the ancient wicker chairs, a glass of something in his hand.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." he said. Andy shook her head.

"S'ok. I'll leave you alone."

"No, no. I was about to go in."

"No Dean, don't worry I can go out back." Dean looked up at her. Something in his eyes made Andy hesitate.

"Dean…are you ok?" The look her gave her made her regret asking the question. "Sorry, sorry. I'll uh…go." She turned to go back inside, but Dean reached out and caught her hand. He pulled her gently and she came out and sat on the porch railing. There was an awkward silence for a long moment. Andy almost started to say something several times, but everything that was running through her head sounded stupid. Finally she chuckled darkly.

"God, we're a pair aren't we. Doomed to let each other down." Dean glanced up at her, eyes strangely unguarded.

"You didn't let me down." he said quietly. "You broke my heart." Andy's jaw almost hit the floor. She couldn't believe what Dean had just said. In all the years she had known him that was the first time he had ever mentioned anything about hearts that didn't involve…real hearts. Dean's eyes were fiery now. "You ran out when I needed you the most. You were the only family I had left. Christ Andy, I almost…" He didn't finish the sentence, but Andy could imagine what he almost did.

"I know. And I can't tell you how sorry I am. I was a bit out of my head." Dean leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. He shook his head.

"Andy, you left me high and dry to save your other lover." She wished he hadn't said that, because her temper flared hot.

"Well I wasn't the only one with another lover Dean." Dean look shocked. She had been holding back the feeling of jealousy she had left over from that. But now they all came flooding out. "I wasn't really surprised when it turned out to be Lisa. I remember how you talked about the 'bendy' weekend. Sam told me about your encounter with the changelings." Dean swallowed. "But at least she's safe now right? She gets to keep on living her life with her kid and Dyson…" Andy's voice failed her for a moment. "Dyson is stuck in Purgatory alone. Completely alone and I can't get to him." Her voice was cracking on every other word as she fought not to cry. She wasn't ready to cry in front of Dean again. Dean just stood there. No words to say. Andy swallowed hard and sighed. "Look, Dean, I know you. I don't, I never have, expected monogamy from you. It's just who you are. So you're off the hook there. But there is no way I will Ever…let you hold Dyson over me like that. We haven't been lovers for decades. But he is important to me in ways you might never understand. What if Sam hadn't made you promise to let him go? You would have walked out on me in a heartbeat if it had gotten you to Sam." Dean looked shamefaced, because he knew she was right. They were quiet again for a long moment.

"I never meant to hurt you." Andy said quietly.

"Well you did," Dean said coldly. He wasn't quite ready to let her off the hook yet.

She was left with was guilt churning her stomach. Finally, Andy couldn't take it. She got up and wandered down the stairs of the house and walked out into the junkyard.

The next morning, neither Dean nor Andy spoke to each other. Something about their encounter had amped up the tension between them. Dean clamed up and Andy let him. They went on like that for a week or so. Quietly avoiding each other when they could. Andy would catch Dean looking at her sometimes though. His eyes guarded, with some form of…something leaking out. Andy's back was starting to protest against the treatment of the couch in Bobby's office. One night she just couldn't take it and wandered out to the porch again. It was her turn to startle Dean when he came out.

"Can't sleep?" Andy asked. Dean shook his head. "Join the club, that couch could be used as a torture device." Dean leaned on the porch railing and said nothing. Andy watched him, tired thoughts tripping through her mind. After a while she made to go back inside, but Dean stood and blocked her way. She looked up at him and sighed.

"What do you want from me Dean?" Andy asked sadly. "I know I fucked up. You can't know how much I want to change what I did. But, I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere. You can be pissed at me for as long as you want. Take a swing if you need to. But you have to stop giving me these mixed signals." Dean gave her a shocked look. Then he shook his head.

"What is wrong with us Andy?" Dean said voice thick. Andy laughed bitterly.

"We both have epic issues." she replied. Dean sighed and leaned against the railing again.

"You're not wrong there." he said humourlessly. They were quiet again. Andy came and perched on the railing next to Dean.

"I think what we really need to do is rebuild some trust." Dean rolled his eye, Andy saw and punched him in the arm. "I'm serious." Andy looked down at the floor and took a deep breath. " I really want to get passed this Dean. But I need to gain some trust in you too. I need to know that you won't just expect the worst of me and always have some backup plan, or always have this in the back of your mind. Do you think we can handle that?" Dean thought seriously for a moment. The he looked up at Andy. He didn't say anything. He just leaned in to her and pressed his lips softly against hers. Andy melted into him kissing back. When they let go, Andy rested her head against Dean's chest and breathed in his familiar sent. Dean kissed the top of her head.

"I think we can handle anything baby," he said into her hair.