I cannot begin to apologize for how long this took to update…My muse seemed to have drowned in the public water system in Sioux Falls…I will try harder guys I swear…Just bear with me okay?

Dean stared in horror the gargantuan figure of his younger brother crumpled on the ground in a mammoth heap.

"I assure you." The man said softly. "Your brother is fine."

"Who are you?" Dean asked wearily eyeing him. "Cause we both know you're know priest."

The creature smirked. "I didn't get a chance to properly introduce myself before you ran away." the man said straightening his jacket and frowning at the blood he wiped from it in distain. "I'm Castiel."

"Okay first off I did NOT run, and second off I didn't want your name, what are you?" Dean said clarifying.

Castiel folded his hands his index fingers coming to a point on his chin. Looking at the elder Winchester he points to him and says.

"That's an interesting question. What do you surmise?"

Dean turned and looked at the bloody corpse on the floor.

"I can't guess anything good." Dean started.

"But I killed a demon Dean. Is that not a mark in the plus column?" Castiel countered.

"Normally I'd say yes." Dean agreed.

"But?" Castiel prompted.

"My gut says no." Dean stated firmly.

"Your "gut" tells you I am evil." Castiel said more to himself than the hunter.

"I didn't say evil. I'm gonna go with dangerous." Dean said correcting the creature. "Dangerous and powerful." He amended.

"Your gut would be right about that." Castiel agreed. "But not to you Dean, never to you."

"Jeeze pal we just met and already you wanna be bosom buddies?" Dean quipped attempting to lighten the mood.

A look of confusion crossed Castiel's features, and cocking his head to the side he mumbled. "I am not sure how our bosoms fit into anything."

Dean chuckled. "You don't get out much do you Castiel."

Castiel looked at Dean his eyes shining. "Until I found you I had no reason to."

Dean smirked trying to cover the blood rising in his cheeks. He leaned, his hip cocked against the pew he was standing next to. "Yeah well I just set everyone's hearts all aflutter. You never answered my question though."

Castiel took a step towards Dean "What question? Oh, you mean the one about which kind of supernatural creature I am so you, and your brother and your surrogate father can research how to kill me? That's what you do isn't it Dean? Shoot first and ask questions if you feel like it. There is a bigger picture here Dean. Not everything is as black and white as your father made it out to be."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked angrily. There was no reason to drag his dead dad into this conversation.

"The line between right and wrong Dean. Sometimes the line doesn't apply. Sometimes the creature can't help the way it behaves." Castiel said his gaze boring into Dean.

"That's bullshit, everyone, everything has a choice." Dean said ire rising in him.

"I suppose you are right Dean." Castiel said with a sneer. All creatures choose to do right or wrong, to tell the truth or to lie."

Dean pushed off the pew his arms crossed.

"You want to know what kind of creature I am right? Castiel asked changing the subject.

"Yeah, but I am also hoping for the chiefs to go to the Super Bowl this year, and that ain't happening."

"I will tell you what I am, just not yet." He hurried on before Dean could argue. "There is information you still need to be aware of before I discuss my identity with you."

"Well, that's not cryptic at all." Dean snorted.

"Let me say this to you Dean." Castiel said stepping towards the hunter. "There are things of great import that have been kept from you. Things which will alter everything you know."

He stepped into Dean's personal space. Dean's shoulder began to tingle the closer the creature came. Dean's hand inadvertently roamed over to his shoulder. When he noticed he was rubbing the mark softly he pulled his hand back like he had been burned.

Castiel smirked. "So you DO feel it." He reached out and put his hand on top of Dean's. The tingling intensified.

"How are you doing that?" Dean asked in awe. Castiel was in awe too. He had heard rumors of course, and he had speculated quite a bit, but he never thought it would feel this right. Warmth spread through him and he felt almost at peace.

Castiel looked down at their hands joined. "It's not about how, but more importantly WHY."

"Dean sighed. "Okay I'll bite, WHY are you doing it?"

Castiel removed his hand and backed away putting his now too cold hands in his pants pockets.

"To prove my point Dean. Don't you wonder why an "Unknown creature" Can touch you on "Gabriel's" mark and it thrum with recognition? You wonder, why we have just met, and you feel such a strong connection to me."

He looked the hunter up and down enticingly and said. "You wonder why you are warring with a physical attraction to a man when none have stirred you interests before."

Dean played his poker face and said nothing, but the words of this strange creature had struck a chord deep within him. He had never felt this strongly about anyone before. He wasn't afraid or even the slightest bit on alert even though he had no idea what this man was capable of. He actually felt safe with the stranger, and that couldn't be right.

Dean shook his head trying to clear it.

"Even as we speak you are doing battle with what you feel Dean." Castiel said as if reading his mind. "But how does one battle the feelings of the soul."

"The soul?" Dean asked meeting the intense gaze of the creature with puzzlement.

"You bluff very well Dean, but your eyes give you away." Castiel said lean smugly back on the altar his arms crossed.

Fury had begun to build in the eldest Winchester. He had no idea what all this cryptic crap meant, but he was fed up it.

He sent a sloppy prayer to Gabriel his eyes screwed tight.

So Gabe this has gotten a little outta hand man…

Nothing.

So anytime you wanna mighty mouse your ass in here and save the day…

Still nothing.

Dammit Gabe this is serious!

"I'm afraid your angel can't hear you right now." Castiel said disdain dripping from his lips.

"Well that's convenient." Dean said snarkily.

"Mmm." Castiel hummed in agreement.

"For you." Dean added.

"I agree, but since I am the one keeping him from you, naturally it would benefit me.

Dean was startled. What the hell was he dealing with, that it could keep Gabriel, the strongest of the arch angels away from them.

"So what, you're just gonna keep me here forever?" Dean asked his heart pounding.

"Not forever." Castiel said with a shrug. "Just until you comprehend the message I am trying to get across to you." He said stepping up to the hunter once again.

"You know, you really have some personal space issues don't you Castiel?" Dean quipped.

"There is no personal space when it comes to me and you Dean. There is only my space, you are mine. All of you, body, mind and soul." Castiel said his face right in front of Dean's.

"If you say so." Dean said in disbelief.

"You still do not believe me do you?" Castiel said tilting his head slightly.

Dean shrugged in a non-committal way

"Very well." Castiel said looking into Dean's jade eyes. "I'll have to prove it to you then."

Dean wasn't sure how he ended up with his back pressed to the altar. Or how Castiel had wrapped his arms around him. Or how Dean reciprocated the embrace. Or how his soft lips were pressed against his. Or how he was kissing Castiel back.

Holy shit! He was Kissing. Castiel. Back.

It raced through him like a wildfire, burning dry brush that hadn't seen rain in far too long. It incinerated his reasoning, burning all thoughts of protest away in an instant. As Castiel deepened the kiss, Dean began to respond more. The hunter pulled him in fitting their bodies together seamlessly as if they were made for one another. The sense of completeness flared bright between them. Dean sighed into the kiss contentedly. It felt so good, so familiar, so complete.

He was home.

Dean jerked back at the thought, pushing with all his might. Castiel backed off allowing Dean to step to the side.

He rubbed a hand through his hair and scrubbed a hand across his mouth as he licked his lips, Castiel's taste still on them.

"Okay what the hell did you just do to me?" Dean questioned angrily.

"Nothing you didn't want." The creature said his intense stare pinning Dean down.

"But what is it?" Dean yelled in frustration. "A spell, some freak power you have over people what?"

"It was no spell." Castiel said sounding as upset as the hunter.

Castiel looked torn for a moment before making a decision. "It was two souls that were bound together calling out to each other."

Dean sputtered. "Wh-what do you mean like…like soul mates?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Castiel nodded once.

"Soul mates?" Dean asked again thinking he must have heard wrong.

"That's what I said, yes." The creature confirmed.

"Is it normal for a human and some creature to become soul mates? I mean that happen often?"

Castiel looked wounded and then steeled himself. "Yours and mine was a special case."

And though he was solid as a rock on the outside, on the inside he was crumbling. All he could think of was when Castiel had kissed him. But he didn't think of the burning passion, although it may have been hot enough to melt hell. Or the all-consuming desire. The sense of belonging hit him harder than anything.

He had never felt this degree of belonging, even with Sam, they were brothers and there bond ran deep, but even then he and Sam had completely different ideas about how they wanted to live their lives.

In that on kiss it seemed to Dean knew and what's more accepted everything Dean had done, and why he had done it. The hunter couldn't understand after all he had done how he would be allowed this kind of acceptance by anyone.

Castiel smiled a secret smile and then turned towards Dean softening it from the sly one he was wearing.

"There is nothing you could ever do that would turn me from you Dean. Now that I have found you it is unlikely that I will lets you go."

It was Dean this time who stood up to Castiel in defiance. "What if I say I don't need you whatever this is?" He said gesturing between them.

Castiel closed the distance between them.

"If you look me in the eye, and say-without lying to me OR yourself that this," He gestures like Dean just did "Doesn't affect you, I will leave and never return."

Dean stared into Castiel eyes trying to suss out if he was lying. He could tell that there was truth there, and the fire of desire was still there too, but the more Dean stared the more he thought his eyes were like the sea. How could he have ever thought of burning? In those eyes clearly he was going to drowned, in those pools of blue. He felt such tranquility as he looked in those azure depths. It was like a drug that one could become instantly addicted to. It was Dean this time that leaned in and kissed Castiel.

Castiel smiled inwardly as a plan began to form. He did not let the kiss deepen as he wanted to. He could have taken Dean right there on the altar and he would have begged for it. His cock gave an interested twitch at the notion. No, he told himself, no. He kept the kiss light, chaste even.

Dean whimpered into Castiel's mouth in frustration, Castiel chuckled lowly pulling back.

"I think it's time for me to take my leave. The angel outside is getting a little angered." He laughed again a faraway look in his eyes "It appears he's having quite the temper tantrum."

Castiel turned to Dean "I urge you to think about what I have said and all that you have learned today."

The building began to shake dust slowly falling from the rafters like an impromptu snow. Dean grabbed the altar to brace himself.

"Farewell Dean." Castiel said.

"Will I see you again?" Dean called out before he could stop himself from acting like some love sick fangirl. He was all but pining dammit.

Castiel smiled and Dean's heart slammed in his chest.

"I am sure we will meet again very soon." Castiel said appearing next to him. As he leaned in to kiss the shell of the hunter's ear he whispered "One more thing qvasahi…Ask Gabriel what really happened when you were rescued."

Dean turned to stare at the creature in complete shock.

"Ask you dear angel what really happened in hell."

And with that he was gone.

Sam groaned, slowly shaking his head. Dean turned and quickly rushed to his side.

"You okay Sammy?" Dean asked distractedly looking at the altar.

"Yeah." Sam said astonished. "Dean in fact I feel…good, maybe even great."

"Good to hear, good to know." Dean said not really paying attention his eyes still fixed on the altar.

Sam followed his gaze trying to figure out what had his brother so fixated. Looking confused he asked.

"Dean what happened here?"

Dean looked at Sam in a daze. "Oh, well that creature killed the demon bitch."

Sam nodded. "Yeah I remember that, I mean after that…You okay man?"

Dean' gaze was drawn back to the altar once more he sighed and touched his finger to his lips.

Sam waved his hand in front of his brother's eyes.

"Dean?" No response.

"Dean." Still no response

Sam slugged his older brother in the arm…hard.

"Ow!" Dean exclaimed glaring and rubbing his arm. "What the hell bitch?"

Sam just snorted. "Jerk."

Sam started to walk away and looked over his shoulder. "Let's go."

When the brothers arrived outside the garden leading to the front of the church was is shambles.

The proud fountain with the Virgin Mother lay flipped on its side, which was a better fate than the two marble benches that surrounded it.

One was split down the middle with such precision a passerby would think it had been split in two by lighting. The other was barely recognizable as the sitting apparatus it once was small rocks and a pile of dust the only thing left lay in the courtyard.

"What the hell happened out here Gabe?" Sam asked in pure astonishment.

Gabriel looked sheepish and stuffed his hands in his pockets and began to whistle in an unassuming way.

Since it was clear the arch angel wasn't going to give Sam a straight answer he turned to his older brother.

"What?" Dean said shrugging when Sam cocked his eyebrow he shrugged again and clarified "Temper tantrum."

Sam getting more confused by the minute threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"Would someone please tell me what the hell happened after that demon knocked me out?"

Gabriel turned lighting flashing in his eyes. "What do you mean some demon knocked you out?"

"Castiel isn't a demon." Dean said more to himself than anyone.

Gabriel turned for Sam to face the eldest Winchester.

"Castiel?" Gabriel repeated sounding worried.

"Yeah." Dean confirmed. "You know him?" He asked seeing if the name registered in the archangels eyes.

"I know of him…" Gabe answered non-committaly.

"Really Dean said skeptically stepping closer to the angel. "Because he seems to know you. Says you haven't told me everything about me being rescued from hell."

The look on Gabriel's face said it all.

In unadulterated fury Dean grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the rough wall of the church.

"The truth Gabe!" Dean gritted out through his teeth as it began to rain.

"Tell me the truth!"

There we go…Next chapter is pretty much written…Hopefull will have it up tomorrow or Thursday…