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“Listen to me,” he commanded.  “Your job is to find a new way to close the gates of hell, unless you want your brother dead.  You must trust me.  I wasn’t aware of the consequences until I talked to Amelia, but I trust her, and I’m asking you again to trust me. Please.” 

“Dean,” he began, “I wish you luck in your journey.  I will return once we find this tablet.”  This was a promise he very well intended to keep. 

“Amy,” he said, turning towards the less angry angel.  She was going to be his rock over the next few days, and he appreciated her being there for him, whether she knew it or not.  “I’m ready to leave, if you are.” 

He gave a last half smile towards the Winchesters before walking towards the door. “Now where exactly do we think Crowley is?”

“Listen to me,” he commanded.  “Your job is to find a new way to close the gates of hell, unless you want your brother dead.  You must trust me.  I wasn’t aware of the consequences until I talked to Amelia, but I trust her, and I’m asking you again to trust me. Please.” 

“To warn you, Amelia, they may not be too… pleased with me.”  He sighed, remembering why he had been out in the first place.  “I forgot to bring the pie… ” he muttered, angrily.  He knew little would appease Dean at this point. 

“Just… be careful when you approach them,” he said, turning to Amelia.  “This could get messy.”

“I… alright.”  He didn’t know how to handle the idea that the Angels were finding entertainment in his life.  But then again, with all of the factions warring in heaven, he can’t imagine that they’d find entertainment in much else.

He walked up to the bunker door, hesitating.  Normally, he’d just pop inside, something that Sam and Dean were curiously not accustomed to yet.  However, this time he felt… odd about the bunker, almost unwelcome. 

“I… I guess we knock,” Cas said uncertainly as he raised his fist to pound on the door as he had seen Sam and Dean do many times before.

Amy shook her head and looked over at Cas. “Oh no no no, we don’t know we’re Angels, come on now.” She took his hand and they were standing at the entrance to a room with a long table two men sitting at it, one at the head, the other at the side. Both were wearing suits, like they had just come from an investigation. Walking into the room Amy shrugged. “I was expecting something….more…I guess I had…completely forgot what this place looked like.” she made a strange face

Dean looked up at Cas and stood up, shaking his head he pulled off his tie. Where had that man been! When they were trying to save the lives of those they had saved…where was he? “What the hell Cas?” This man as just asking to be killed, really, he was becoming more unreliable than most demons they had known. “You take off, while Crowley’s killing the people we saved.” He blinked and looked over at Cas. “Is that pie?” 

“Who’s the chick Cas?”

Cas began to experience something he often felt—awkward.  As he held out the pie before him, he wondered how he was going to even begin answering the questions without pissing the hell out of Dean, which he seemed to already had managed to do.  

“I… Dean, ” he started, but the look in Dean’s eyes was… unreadable.  “I’m sorry.”  

It seemed like a good start.  He held out the pie a little further.

“This is Amelia,” he continued, nodding in the angel’s direction.  “She’s an old friend.  We can trust her.” 

“Amelia is not Anna,” Cas clarified. “As I said, she’s an old friend. You can trust her, Dean.  You have my word.”  Which may not mean anything to you anymore, thought Cas doubtfully. 

“As for Crowley, if I had known, Dean… there’s no way I would have left you and Sam to deal with that situation alone.  I… I apologize.  If I had been there… I just was caught up in some things.  It’s not an excuse though.”  Cas was tired of disappointing the Winchester boys.  “Amelia can help though.  And I may not be able to fix what Crowley’s done, but we can stop it from happening again.  If you let me help.” 

Dean looked over at Amy and shook his head. So many of Cas’s friends, he claimed to  be able to trust, and so many betrayed them. “Speaking of which, what kind of Angel are you?” “Guardian, or well I was, sort of.” “What does that mean?” Dean snorted, before disappearing and reappearing with a fork, digging into the pie.

“Um, well when hierarchy meant anything in heaven, I would have been placed behind, beneath, an Arc Angel. Arcs, Guardians, Seraphim, Ch-cupids, um and then the office workers.” She shrugged. “Who did you guard?” Dean snorted again. Amy stiffened and appeared beside Dean, leaning close to his face. “Vessels. But then the Arc’s got all …demanding when our father left and re purposed most of us. Not many remain, if any at all….most died not long ago”  She looked over at Castiel . Dean shook his head. “No offense, but I really don’t care -“ “Stop trying to close the gates of hell, focus on retrieving what we lost, the angel tablet.” Amy looked over at Castiel.

“Could everyone just… stop, for a  moment?” Cas grumbled.  He couldn’t handle the fighting on top of everything else.  He raised his head to look everyone in the eyes.  He could feel their judgment, their tension, but right now, they had things to do.  “We’re all on the same side.  I would appreciate if you would kindly stop bickering so we can figure out how to… assuage this situation.” 

The “situation” didn’t look pretty.  Crowley had the tablet, they couldn’t close the gates of hell without killing Sam completely, and on top of that, Dean and Amelia weren’t getting along as well as Cas had hoped.  This was going to be a rough day.

“Could everyone just… stop, for a  moment?” Cas grumbled.  He couldn’t handle the fighting on top of everything else.  He raised his head to look everyone in the eyes.  He could feel their judgment, their tension, but right now, they had things to do.  “We’re all on the same side.  I would appreciate if you would kindly stop bickering so we can figure out how to… assuage this situation.” 

The “situation” didn’t look pretty.  Crowley had the tablet, they couldn’t close the gates of hell without killing Sam completely, and on top of that, Dean and Amelia weren’t getting along as well as Cas had hoped.  This was going to be a rough day.

‘Quiet, mommy and daddy are talking” she took in another breath and walked over to Dean, grabbing his face she stared into his eyes. “Closing the gates of hell„ will KILL your brother. Curing a demon will destroy your brother, and not just his body, it will destroy his soul. There will be a body to put into the ground, but he won’t go to heaven, and he sure as hell won’t go downstairs. Think about that.”  She looked over at Castiel. “Castiel, we need to get the Angel tablet from Crowley, we need to have it read, we…need….help…..if Father won’t help us fix heaven. Then we do it ourselves.”

On the other hand, Amelia wasn’t going to take well to him taking over either.  As Cas stood helplessly in the middle of the very tense situation, he wondered how things would have worked out if he had just stuck the tablet in someone else’s chest… like Dean’s for instance.  Or Sam’s.  Or even their dead and buried father would have been better than Cas’ own chest. Then he wouldn’t be here, having to resist the urge to spontaneously disappear off to Miami or the Arctic. 

“Dean,” he continued, turning towards the very grumpy hunter.   “What Amelia says is true.  Sam will die if he completes those trials.  And unfortunately, I lost the tablet to Crowley and right now, that tablet is the priority.  We don’t know what is written on that tablet or if he could use it against the angels.”  He looked down at his feet for a moment.  “This is my mistake, but I need to fix it.”  

“Could everyone just… stop, for a  moment?” Cas grumbled.  He couldn’t handle the fighting on top of everything else.  He raised his head to look everyone in the eyes.  He could feel their judgment, their tension, but right now, they had things to do.  “We’re all on the same side.  I would appreciate if you would kindly stop bickering so we can figure out how to… assuage this situation.” 

The “situation” didn’t look pretty.  Crowley had the tablet, they couldn’t close the gates of hell without killing Sam completely, and on top of that, Dean and Amelia weren’t getting along as well as Cas had hoped.  This was going to be a rough day.

'Quiet, mommy and daddy are talking" she took in another breath and walked over to Dean, grabbing his face she stared into his eyes. "Closing the gates of hell,, will KILL your brother. Curing a demon will destroy your brother, and not just his body, it will destroy his soul. There will be a body to put into the ground, but he won't go to heaven, and he sure as hell won't go downstairs. Think about that."  She looked over at Castiel. "Castiel, we need to get the Angel tablet from Crowley, we need to have it read, we...need....help.....if Father won't help us fix heaven. Then we do it ourselves."

“To warn you, Amelia, they may not be too… pleased with me.”  He sighed, remembering why he had been out in the first place.  “I forgot to bring the pie… ” he muttered, angrily.  He knew little would appease Dean at this point. 

“Just… be careful when you approach them,” he said, turning to Amelia.  “This could get messy.”

“I… alright.”  He didn’t know how to handle the idea that the Angels were finding entertainment in his life.  But then again, with all of the factions warring in heaven, he can’t imagine that they’d find entertainment in much else.

He walked up to the bunker door, hesitating.  Normally, he’d just pop inside, something that Sam and Dean were curiously not accustomed to yet.  However, this time he felt… odd about the bunker, almost unwelcome. 

“I… I guess we knock,” Cas said uncertainly as he raised his fist to pound on the door as he had seen Sam and Dean do many times before.

Amy shook her head and looked over at Cas. “Oh no no no, we don’t know we’re Angels, come on now.” She took his hand and they were standing at the entrance to a room with a long table two men sitting at it, one at the head, the other at the side. Both were wearing suits, like they had just come from an investigation. Walking into the room Amy shrugged. “I was expecting something….more…I guess I had…completely forgot what this place looked like.” she made a strange face

Dean looked up at Cas and stood up, shaking his head he pulled off his tie. Where had that man been! When they were trying to save the lives of those they had saved…where was he? “What the hell Cas?” This man as just asking to be killed, really, he was becoming more unreliable than most demons they had known. “You take off, while Crowley’s killing the people we saved.” He blinked and looked over at Cas. “Is that pie?” 

“Who’s the chick Cas?”

Cas began to experience something he often felt—awkward.  As he held out the pie before him, he wondered how he was going to even begin answering the questions without pissing the hell out of Dean, which he seemed to already had managed to do.  

“I… Dean, ” he started, but the look in Dean’s eyes was… unreadable.  “I’m sorry.”  

It seemed like a good start.  He held out the pie a little further.

“This is Amelia,” he continued, nodding in the angel’s direction.  “She’s an old friend.  We can trust her.” 

“Amelia is not Anna,” Cas clarified. “As I said, she’s an old friend. You can trust her, Dean.  You have my word.”  Which may not mean anything to you anymore, thought Cas doubtfully. 

“As for Crowley, if I had known, Dean… there’s no way I would have left you and Sam to deal with that situation alone.  I… I apologize.  If I had been there… I just was caught up in some things.  It’s not an excuse though.”  Cas was tired of disappointing the Winchester boys.  “Amelia can help though.  And I may not be able to fix what Crowley’s done, but we can stop it from happening again.  If you let me help.” 

Dean looked over at Amy and shook his head. So many of Cas's friends, he claimed to  be able to trust, and so many betrayed them. "Speaking of which, what kind of Angel are you?" "Guardian, or well I was, sort of." "What does that mean?" Dean snorted, before disappearing and reappearing with a fork, digging into the pie.

"Um, well when hierarchy meant anything in heaven, I would have been placed behind, beneath, an Arc Angel. Arcs, Guardians, Seraphim, Ch-cupids, um and then the office workers." She shrugged. "Who did you guard?" Dean snorted again. Amy stiffened and appeared beside Dean, leaning close to his face. "Vessels. But then the Arc's got all ...demanding when our father left and re purposed most of us. Not many remain, if any at all....most died not long ago"  She looked over at Castiel . Dean shook his head. "No offense, but I really don't care -" "Stop trying to close the gates of hell, focus on retrieving what we lost, the angel tablet." Amy looked over at Castiel.

“To warn you, Amelia, they may not be too… pleased with me.”  He sighed, remembering why he had been out in the first place.  “I forgot to bring the pie… ” he muttered, angrily.  He knew little would appease Dean at this point. 

“Just… be careful when you approach them,” he said, turning to Amelia.  “This could get messy.”

“I… alright.”  He didn’t know how to handle the idea that the Angels were finding entertainment in his life.  But then again, with all of the factions warring in heaven, he can’t imagine that they’d find entertainment in much else.

He walked up to the bunker door, hesitating.  Normally, he’d just pop inside, something that Sam and Dean were curiously not accustomed to yet.  However, this time he felt… odd about the bunker, almost unwelcome. 

“I… I guess we knock,” Cas said uncertainly as he raised his fist to pound on the door as he had seen Sam and Dean do many times before.

Amy shook her head and looked over at Cas. “Oh no no no, we don’t know we’re Angels, come on now.” She took his hand and they were standing at the entrance to a room with a long table two men sitting at it, one at the head, the other at the side. Both were wearing suits, like they had just come from an investigation. Walking into the room Amy shrugged. “I was expecting something….more…I guess I had…completely forgot what this place looked like.” she made a strange face

Dean looked up at Cas and stood up, shaking his head he pulled off his tie. Where had that man been! When they were trying to save the lives of those they had saved…where was he? “What the hell Cas?” This man as just asking to be killed, really, he was becoming more unreliable than most demons they had known. “You take off, while Crowley’s killing the people we saved.” He blinked and looked over at Cas. “Is that pie?” 

“Who’s the chick Cas?”

Cas began to experience something he often felt—awkward.  As he held out the pie before him, he wondered how he was going to even begin answering the questions without pissing the hell out of Dean, which he seemed to already had managed to do.  

“I… Dean, ” he started, but the look in Dean’s eyes was… unreadable.  “I’m sorry.”  

It seemed like a good start.  He held out the pie a little further.

“This is Amelia,” he continued, nodding in the angel’s direction.  “She’s an old friend.  We can trust her.” 

“To warn you, Amelia, they may not be too… pleased with me.”  He sighed, remembering why he had been out in the first place.  “I forgot to bring the pie… ” he muttered, angrily.  He knew little would appease Dean at this point. 

“Just… be careful when you approach them,” he said, turning to Amelia.  “This could get messy.”

“I… alright.”  He didn’t know how to handle the idea that the Angels were finding entertainment in his life.  But then again, with all of the factions warring in heaven, he can’t imagine that they’d find entertainment in much else.

He walked up to the bunker door, hesitating.  Normally, he’d just pop inside, something that Sam and Dean were curiously not accustomed to yet.  However, this time he felt… odd about the bunker, almost unwelcome. 

“I… I guess we knock,” Cas said uncertainly as he raised his fist to pound on the door as he had seen Sam and Dean do many times before.

Amy shook her head and looked over at Cas. "Oh no no no, we don't know we're Angels, come on now." She took his hand and they were standing at the entrance to a room with a long table two men sitting at it, one at the head, the other at the side. Both were wearing suits, like they had just come from an investigation. Walking into the room Amy shrugged. "I was expecting something....more...I guess I had...completely forgot what this place looked like." she made a strange face

Dean looked up at Cas and stood up, shaking his head he pulled off his tie. Where had that man been! When they were trying to save the lives of those they had saved...where was he? "What the hell Cas?" This man as just asking to be killed, really, he was becoming more unreliable than most demons they had known. "You take off, while Crowley's killing the people we saved." He blinked and looked over at Cas. "Is that pie?" 

"Who's the chick Cas?"

“To warn you, Amelia, they may not be too… pleased with me.”  He sighed, remembering why he had been out in the first place.  “I forgot to bring the pie… ” he muttered, angrily.  He knew little would appease Dean at this point. 

“Just… be careful when you approach them,” he said, turning to Amelia.  “This could get messy.”

He remembered Egypt.  He remembered the slaughter, the blood, the screams of once mothers who knew their child no longer.  He remembered the look in Michael’s eyes when he turned away, the bitter pain and the deep, burning hatred.  He remembered watching Dean fall to Hell and he remembered the moment when he reached in after him and drew him back into the light of the world.

And for a brief moment, he remembered the feeling of a hand upon his own.  It was warm, and strong and he could feel the pureness of her soul through that gentle touch.  And for a brief moment, he remembered her. 

“They’re fish no longer, Amelia,” Cas muttered.  He turned to her, and for a second, he could see his compatriot’s angel form staring back out at him. How many times had they looked down upon those fish and wondered what they would accomplish?  Those memories were still hazy pieces, not yet fully formed or put together. 

“Amelia, why can’t I remember?” Cas asked, trying to keep the frustration from his voice.  “What did they take from me?  What else am I missing?” 

And then suddenly, a barrage of memories.  Egypt, Babylon, Rome… she was beside him when he watched the Babylon Tower fall, when he watched the Crusades rain terror upon the land, when he had watched the death of one man turn human civilizations against each other in what they called the First World War.  They had worn different faces each time, but they had been the same.  

And he remembered the last time he had seen her.  He had gotten cocky, conceited.  He had tried to raise Dean from Hell on his own… he thought he was strong enough… he had been so sure.  He had reached into the abyss of Hell and he had found the Winchester boy… but he would never have left if it hadn’t been for Amelia.  If anything, she had anchored him to the world above, she saved him from perdition as he had saved Dean.

But he had forgotten almost immediately after.  Had the angels had a grip on him for that long?  Another question came to mind, one more important. 

“Where did you go, Amelia?  Why weren’t you there to remind me?”

What was important was the tablet.  “Amelia,” he sighed, his eyes falling downcast.  “The tablet is lost.  It was stolen, and Crowley has it.”  He couldn’t bring himself to say what he wanted to; how could he voice the bitter disappointment in himself?  If she had been watching him as closely as she says that she had, she knew of his continuous failures—it didn’t need to be said.  He hated to add another to the list, but it couldn’t be avoided.

“Well then, we’ll just have to do what we’ve always done best….take it back.”she smiled. “Did I ever tell you how much I missed you Castiel.” Amy smiled and took the Angel’s hand. Now that she found him, really found him, she wasn’t going to let him go.  “Now let’s go round up the Winchesters , whatevers left of them, and go find that angel tablet.”

He gripped her hand a little tighter.  She had always looked out for him, but this time he was going to be there for her.  The angels would be coming for her, and he wasn’t going to let them take her away again. He had messed up once; it was time for redemption.

“Amelia,” he said, meeting her gaze, with a small smile. “I’m glad you’re back.”

"I don't understand, every time I saw you with the Winchesters  they were in this car. I thought if I found the car, they'd be here...." 

He remembered Egypt.  He remembered the slaughter, the blood, the screams of once mothers who knew their child no longer.  He remembered the look in Michael’s eyes when he turned away, the bitter pain and the deep, burning hatred.  He remembered watching Dean fall to Hell and he remembered the moment when he reached in after him and drew him back into the light of the world.

And for a brief moment, he remembered the feeling of a hand upon his own.  It was warm, and strong and he could feel the pureness of her soul through that gentle touch.  And for a brief moment, he remembered her. 

“They’re fish no longer, Amelia,” Cas muttered.  He turned to her, and for a second, he could see his compatriot’s angel form staring back out at him. How many times had they looked down upon those fish and wondered what they would accomplish?  Those memories were still hazy pieces, not yet fully formed or put together. 

“Amelia, why can’t I remember?” Cas asked, trying to keep the frustration from his voice.  “What did they take from me?  What else am I missing?” 

And then suddenly, a barrage of memories.  Egypt, Babylon, Rome… she was beside him when he watched the Babylon Tower fall, when he watched the Crusades rain terror upon the land, when he had watched the death of one man turn human civilizations against each other in what they called the First World War.  They had worn different faces each time, but they had been the same.  

And he remembered the last time he had seen her.  He had gotten cocky, conceited.  He had tried to raise Dean from Hell on his own… he thought he was strong enough… he had been so sure.  He had reached into the abyss of Hell and he had found the Winchester boy… but he would never have left if it hadn’t been for Amelia.  If anything, she had anchored him to the world above, she saved him from perdition as he had saved Dean.

But he had forgotten almost immediately after.  Had the angels had a grip on him for that long?  Another question came to mind, one more important. 

“Where did you go, Amelia?  Why weren’t you there to remind me?”

What was important was the tablet.  “Amelia,” he sighed, his eyes falling downcast.  “The tablet is lost.  It was stolen, and Crowley has it.”  He couldn’t bring himself to say what he wanted to; how could he voice the bitter disappointment in himself?  If she had been watching him as closely as she says that she had, she knew of his continuous failures—it didn’t need to be said.  He hated to add another to the list, but it couldn’t be avoided.

"Well then, we'll just have to do what we've always done best....take it back."she smiled. "Did I ever tell you how much I missed you Castiel." Amy smiled and took the Angel's hand. Now that she found him, really found him, she wasn't going to let him go.  "Now let's go round up the Winchesters , whatevers left of them, and go find that angel tablet."