Chapter 1

Let it Burn

Dean and Sam stood outside the old rotting house doors. They had gotten the call a few hours ago about screaming and glass shattering in the old building. As the two now looked around they could see that the caller had not been exaggerating about the shattering glass. The windows were freshly blown out from the inside. There were no screams, but that wasn't anywhere near reassuring. Dean nodded at Sam before kicking the door in and rushing in, pointing his gun at the two figures in the living room. The Winchester brothers both let out a shocked gasp at what they saw. Raphael glared down at them with dark eyes. An angel blade glinted savagely in his hand, blood dripping from it into a larger pool of the crimson liquid. The real shocker was what he was standing next to. There, in the center of a holy oil fire stood a bloody and battered Castiel. Blood stained his coat and the corner of his mouth. Dark read and blistered was Castiel's now pale skin.

"Winchesters," Raphael mused, turning his head to the side, grinning a toothy grin at the two brothers. "You're just in time for the grand finale."

"Let him go, you son of a bitch," Dean cursed, lifting his gun up at Raphael. He knew that it was no match for the archangel's powers, but by god it made him feel better. Raphael stared down the barrel of the gun, chuckling as he twirled the angel blade between his fingers.

"Come now," Raphael cooed, turning his attention back to his baby brother. "Why would I ever hurt my dear little brother?" His face instantly hardened and he pulled Cas' hand through the ring of fire. The flames blazed high, scorching the angel's skin and making him scream. Sam and Dean clutched at their ears as Castiel's nightmarish scream shattered glass and cracked the walls.

"Stop!" Sammy shouted, pointing his gun up at Raphael. The angel snapped his fingers, sending Sam, flying into the air and crashing into the book case. Dean let out a shout, but Sam just waved him off, clutching at his pounding head. The eldest Winchester turned back to Raphael to see that he had let go of Cas' arm and was now staring hungrily at Dean. Dean made eye contact with Cas, seeing that the angel was trembling.

"Dean, get out," Cas called out telepathically to the elder Winchester. Dean shook his head, glaring at the angel with his sharp green eyes. How could Cas expect him to just run away when his friend was being tortured? That's not how family works. "Please, before it's too-"

"Now, like I was saying before," Raphael chortled, flexing the fingers of his blade-free hand. "I would never hurt my little brother. I just wish to teach him a lesson," Raphael stated, grinning that spine shivering grin once more. Dean bit down on his lip, trying to think of a plan, but what happened next completely caught him off guard. Raphael reached his hand inside the ring surrounding Castiel, flames licking at his exposed hand. The archangel didn't cry out, though. He kept his hand inside the circle, grabbing Cas' by the coat caller. Fear radiated from those big blue sapphire eyes and before Dean or Sam had the chance to do anything Raphael pulled Castiel through the burning ring. Light blasted from Castiel as he screamed, a scream that made Dean's heart clench and his ears bleed. It was a cry that would give even the most heartless of people nightmares. Giant shadows burst from Cas' back, blazing as the fire engulfed the agonized angel. The elder Winchester tried to make his way to Cas' side, but as more of Cas' Grace spilled out it shot Dean into a wall, smacking his head hard.

When the light finally dimmed Raphael was gone. Everything in Dean's sight was blurry, but he could still make out the slumped image of Castiel. Cas lay on the floor, fire licking at his skin and clothes. Two white wings covered his bloodied body and Dean felt his stomach roll at the stake of them. Blood stained the snow white feathers and the flesh was practically melted away from the bone. Dean dashed into action, patting out the fire and pulling the half conscious angel into his arms.

"Sam!" Dean cried out for his brother as his eyes skimmed over the damaged wings sticking out of Castiel's back. His little brother was at his side in seconds, gently pressing his coat against the heavily bleeding wings as hard as he could. Cas struggled under Sam's touch, but Dean tightened his grip on the angel's burnt shoulders. "Cas, it's going to be ok. Just calm down," Dean cooed, stroking the sweaty hair from Cas' pained blue eyes.

"Dean…" A cough rattled from Castiel's mouth before he could continue. Dean pulled him closer, wiping at the blood that now oozed from his lips. "My…my grace…" Sam's eyes met Dean's and the two brothers dreaded what the angel was about to say, but they both knew that it was true. The light and now the non-healing wounds were all the clues needed.

"Shhh, Cas," Dean soothed, holding the shivering angel tighter into his arms. He felt Cas wince at the sudden movement of clothes brushing against his burnt skin. "We'll fix your Grace, Cas, I promise. Let's just get you to Bobby's first, Ok?" The now fallen angel closed his eyes, clutching his fists into Dean's shirt and nodding softly. Repositioning his hold on Cas, Dean lifted the angel into his arms with Sam's help. Cas yelped out at the movement and he tried to lift his wings to fly away. Sam grabbed them before Cas could hit them against anything and shot a worried look to Dean as Castiel struggled beneath his touch. "Damn it, Cas!" Dean held the angel closer, wishing that there was an easier way to move him.

"D...Dean...pleas...stop...I..." Cas let out another gasp as pain ran throughout his body.

"Cas, you have to trust me. If you've ever trusted me then please...let me help you." There was silence in the old house for far longer than what Dean would have liked. Finally Cas' body un-tensed and leaned his head against Dean's shoulder, looping his fingers into Dean's coat. Dean let out a sigh of relief and rushed the dying angel to the Impala as fast as he and Sam could.

So I was in the experimenting mood again so I thought I'd try my luck with a Supernatural fic. Sorry that Dean is a bit out of Character. I'm working on it. Switching from writing so much of John and Sherlock's personalities and then to Dean's is crazy. If you like it please review and I'll continue. Again, this is my fist Supernatural fic so go easy. I'm working on the bugs. It also won't be running along with the series so if characters start popping up when they shouldn't now you know. Anywho...Thanks for reading.