Dean was lying on top of a blanket on a field of grass with his lover. He couldn't help but look at his lover's sleeping face, only admitting in his head that he thought his lover looked cute. His hand brushed through the messy black hair down to his smooth back. Their clothes were lying all around them, having been removed quickly in their lovemaking. He never thought that he, of all people, would be in a long-term relationship with an angel. A male angel at that. For six years, he'd been living in this village with his younger brother, Sam. For six years, he'd been hunting demons to keep the humans safe. And for six years, he'd been in a relationship with his beloved angel. He could still remember the day they met, knowing that the angel should've killed him on sight.

His lover stirred and his eyes fluttered opened then looked up at him. His angel gave him a small, shy smile when he saw that Dean was staring at him. "Is there a reason why you're staring at me?" his angel asked.

"Because I can…Castiel," Dean replied.

Castiel leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips, looking down at him. "I'll have to go home soon…"

Dean wrapped his arms around the angel's waist, kissing him again. "No, you don't. You can stay here with me and Sam. Don't even bother going back. Maybe they won't notice you're gone."

Castiel laid his head on Dean's chest, tracing Enochian symbols on it with his finger. "They will know…out of the angels, everyone always seems to notice I'm gone. Especially Naomi and Uriel, even the Archangels. Plus, Gabriel said he was going to help me become a human. He's the only one that knows of this."

"Can you trust him?" Dean asked, still not sure how he felt about an Archangel helping them out. Even if that Archangel had left Heaven and wanted nothing to do with the angels.

The angel nodded, looking up at him. "Yes. He left during the war between Heaven and Hell and he knows the spell to turn me into a human female. We'll be able to get married and have the family you've always secretly wanted."

Dean felt his cheeks heat up at that last sentence. Sure, he wanted to marry Castiel, but knew they couldn't if he stayed as a male. And he would love to have a family too, but he would also give up both of those desires if it meant just living the rest of his life with Castiel by his side. "You know you don't have to do that, Cas…"

"I want to do it," Castiel assured him. "I…I learned a lot by being with you, Dean. Before you, I couldn't feel, but now I do. I want to give you what you desire."

"I desire you," Dean pointed out. "Marriage? Kids? Those don't matter to me as long as I have you."

Castiel chuckled as he sat up. "I know, but I still want to." He grabbed his chiton and pulled it back on, pinning it together on his left shoulder to hold it and cover his body. Strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind and felt Dean's body against his back. He felt his lips pressing against his bare shoulder up to his neck. "Dean…"

The hunter held him tighter as he kissed his way up to his ear, gently tugging at the lobe and feeling his angel shudder against him. "Stay," he whispered.

The angel turned in his arms and clasped his hands together on the back of Dean's neck, resting his forehead against Dean's. He looked up at his hunter, seeing the green eyes silently begging him not to go. "I'll be back," he assured him. "And I'll never leave you again."

Dean reluctantly let him go and backed away. "I'm holding you to that promise." He watched as Castiel disappeared and knew he had to be patient for his return. He pulled his clothes back on and folded the blanket that they had been lying on then walked back to the village. Demon activity had been low these past few weeks and he didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. But the village was safe and that's all that mattered. He would still be able to provide for him and Castiel when the angel came back and lived with him…as a human. A human female, but that didn't matter to him. He fell for the angel because of who he is, not because of his gender. They would get married, have children, and live a happy family life. A life he knew nothing about since he'd lost his mother at a young age and his father began teaching him how to hunt demons along with his younger brother, Sam. It was only after he turned eighteen that he decided to leave their father and took Sam with him to live a small village to give his brother somewhat of a normal life.

Now that he was twenty-six years old, he figured he could still do demon hunting around the village and other nearby villages, but he wouldn't be able to travel far anymore unless Castiel didn't mind. Though it would be hard when they had kids. He knew he couldn't just up and leave for every far away mission.

But that was all in the future. Right now, his mind was thinking more about how he and Castiel would finally be together forever once the angel returned.

Castiel had returned to Heaven, seeing a few angels walking through the halls, but none of his superiors were around. He quickly went to his room and began packing what little items he wanted to take with him when he began his human life…with Dean. A small part of him still wondered how a simple demon hunter was able to bring out the emotions that had long been buried deep inside him. As a young angel, he wasn't allowed to show any and would be severely punished by Naomi if he did. The only angel that showed a lot of emotions was Gabriel, who had long left Heaven during the war between Heaven and Hell.

Now he understood why their Father had wanted them to love the humans and bow down to them. Through Dean, he was able to feel love and fully understand why they became his Father's greatest treasure. Yes, they were flawed, but a lot of them tried to do better and forgive, like what Gabriel told him. He looked down at his left wrist, seeing the silver charmed bracelet that Dean had given to him on their two year anniversary of being together. It was something that had belonged to his mother and he knew Dean wouldn't have just given it to anybody. It made him happy that his beloved hunter trusted him.

The door to his room suddenly burst opened and Zachariah walked in with several other angels. "Grab him," he ordered and pointed at Castiel. Two male angels grabbed his arms and dragged him away from his room.

"What's the meaning of this?" Castiel demanded, confused on why they were doing this. He hadn't done anything wrong.

Zachariah and the other angels ignored him and continued walking through the main hall to the throne room of the Archangels. Raphael was sitting on his throne as other angels were gathered and watched as the angels holding him threw him in front of the thrones. Michael, Lucifer, and Gabriel's thrones were empty, showing how the war obviously affected them and a constant reminder of what happened. Raphael looked at Castiel with cold, calculating eyes. "Brother, it's good to see you," he greeted coolly.

Castiel looked at him in confusion. "Raphael, what's going on? Why have you ordered the angels to drag me here unwillingly?"

"You know, I always wondered why Father loved you a little…too much," Raphael began. "You're not a seraph and most definitely not an archangel, but something about you always caught his interest. You're all he talked about…"

Now Castiel was really lost. Like all of his brethren, minus the Archangels, he'd never even seen their Father let alone talk to him. So why was Raphael saying that their Father talked about him? "Raphael, I've never even seen him. What's going on?"

Raphael stood up and slowly walked towards him. "As you know, Michael and Lucifer are destined to fight again. But, what we didn't know was that Father not only had Lucifer sealed in a cage in the deepest part of Hell, but he's also taken quite a portion of Lucifer's strength from him."

"And you need me to help find this person that holds his powers?" he asked his older brother.

The Archangel simply laughed as he walked around him in a circle. "No…we know who holds his powers. The prophet, Luke, has written the name of the being that holds it inside them."

Castiel began feeling uneasy and suspicious as he noticed how all of the angels in the room were looking at him. He hadn't had a chance to grab his angel blade before they dragged him out of his room and was left defenseless. "Then, what are you waiting for? You have to protect them. What if the demons find out about this person?"

Raphael laughed humorlessly, stopping to stand in front of him. "Oh Castiel, you always were naïve to certain things. We don't want to stop the Apocalypse, we want to start it. We're tired of these insignificant insects roaming the Earth and destroying Father's beloved creation. We just want…Paradise."

Some angels began walking closer and circling around him. Castiel noticed that they pulled out their blades. He looked at the Archangel and narrowed his eyes. "And what does this have to do with me?"

"Simple…you have Lucifer's powers inside you. Now give it back," Raphael said and nodded to the angels.

A male angel swung his blade at him and he ducked out of the way in enough time to grab the angel's arm and twist it. The male angel grunted in pain and tried to get his arm free, but Castiel grabbed the blade from his hand and stabbed him in back of the head. He pulled the blade away and looked at the other angels. "I don't know what makes all of you believe that, but I'm nothing special," he said. Another male angel launched at him, managing to slash his torso. Castiel hissed when he felt the blade cut him and jumped away from the group. The same angel ran at him again and Castiel managed to teleport out of the way at the last second, stabbing the angel in the back and piercing his heart.

Two other angels attacked him, a male and a female. Castiel pulled the blade out of the angel he just killed and pushed the female away as the male angel began slashing at him furiously. He managed to avoid getting hit though the blade caught his arms a few times, giving him shallow cuts. The female angel launched at him again and Castiel dodged her attack and grabbed her arm. When the male angel attacked again, he used her as a shield, causing the male angel to stab her in the torso. As the male stood there in shock, Castiel teleported behind him and slit his throat. He turned around to face the other angels, holding his blade out. Raphael just stood there and clapped as the other angels just stood there.

"Impressive," Raphael complimented. "You are a lot stronger than you look. I can see why Father has always taken a special interest in you."

"I don't have Lucifer's powers in me," Castiel retorted, slowly backing away to the door. He had to get out of here. Maybe he could summon Gabriel and have the Archangel take his side on this. "I just want to be left alone in peace."

"Oh, you'll be left alone…but in pieces," Raphael said and nodded to the other angels. Three more angels flew at him. Castiel didn't bother to try and fight, using his powers to teleport out of the room. Because of the wound on his torso combined with the exhaustion of the fights, he fell to his knees and felt dizzy. He tried to shake it off and crawled over to where he had his small bag of things that he was going to be taking with him to Earth.

He looked at the silver charm bracelet on his wrist and knew why he had to live…

Dean.

He had to go back to him. To live a human life with him, have a family, and spend the rest of his years with Dean by his side.

"You didn't think I would let go that easily, did you?" Raphael asked, suddenly behind him.

Castiel looked up at him and back away. "Please, Raphael…," he all but begged. "I don't have his powers inside me. I never did."

"You were just a youngling during the war. A child," Raphael said. "None of us knew why Father created you as an infant, even Lucifer didn't know why and he was Father's favorite. The only person who ever cared for you was Gabriel and he's abandoned Heaven." Two angels suddenly appeared next to him. "And he won't be able to save you."

Before he could react, Castiel's wings were suddenly broken by the two angels that had appeared. He shouted in pain then shouted louder when the angels broke his legs and arms, leaving him unable to defend himself.

If the fights before hadn't been punishing enough…then he was in for a real treat as the angels literally dragged him out by his broken arms and followed Raphael.

He was standing in the middle of an unknown hallway, hearing shouting and cheering going on in a room down at the end. He walked to where the noise coming from, walking through the door and saw a bunch of people dressed the same way Castiel dressed. None of them seemed to notice him as he walked closer to where everyone was looking at. Once he reached the area, he saw two males holding another male down on his knees as a female and another male punched and stabbed at the man. Dean wondered why they were doing this to one person.

"Rip his wings off!" a male in the crowd shouted.

"Rip them off!" a female cheered.

The whole crowd began cheering as Dean realized where he was.

Heaven.

But this was only a dream. He was gonna have to make sure to not drink again before going to sleep, even if he didn't drink much. He watched as the big male angel that had been punching and stabbing the helpless male walked around him. "This is only because you fought back and killed four angels…," he told the male. Dean couldn't see his face real good because he kept it down and his face was swollen that Dean wouldn't even be able to make out his features.

The big male angel grabbed one wing of the helpless male angel and ripped it off as the male angel screamed loudly in pain. Dean had to look away, unable to stomach the sight. Were angels really this sadistic? Weren't they supposed to be protective and gentle? He cringed when he heard the other wing being ripped and the helpless angel screamed even louder.

The two angels that had been holding him let him go and he fell to the floor. Dean looked at him, seeing that his back was now a bloody mess and that he was shaking uncontrollably in pain. He wished he could comfort the man, even though it was dream.

It was then he noticed something on the angel's left wrist shining in the light.

A bracelet.

A silver charmed bracelet.

The one that Dean had given Castiel.

The angel turned onto his back and Dean's breath hitched as he realized that this was Castiel getting tortured. His left eye was swollen shut, but he could see the bright blue eye managing to peek through on his right side.

Why was he dreaming about Castiel getting tortured?

Castiel looked over at him and frowned. "Dean…?" he croaked out.

"Cas…," Dean called out to him.

"Take back Lucifer's Grace!" a female shouted.

"Let Lucifer free!" another female shouted.

"Give us Paradise!" a male said.

The angel that had been sitting on what looked like a throne chair got up and walked over to Castiel, sighing. "This wouldn't have happened had you just let us kill you the first time," he said as he pulled out a blade. "Present his throat."

The two angels that had been holding Castiel grabbed him again and one grabbed him by the hair and left his throat bare. But Castiel wasn't even bothering to look at any of the angels. All he could see was Dean standing there.

The angel with the blade made a small slit in his throat and held a small crystal container near it as Dean saw a shining white-blue light leave the wound and Castiel grunted in pain. Once all of the light had been sucked out, the angel closed the container and looked at it. "This isn't Lucifer's Grace," he said then looked at Castiel. "Why is yours in here and not his?"

"I…I d-don't have…i-it," Castiel struggled to say as the blood kept pouring out from the wound.

"Kill him!" a male angel shouted from the crowd.

"That'll free Lucifer!" another said.

"Only one way to find out," the big male angel that had been torturing Castiel said. "Don't you agree, Raphael?"

Raphael sighed as he shook his head at Castiel. "You always were a lot of trouble. Always having to make things difficult for us…"

But Castiel didn't seem like he was listening to any of them. He looked at Dean with his only good eye, looking at him with sorrow…and love. "I won't make it…," he told the hunter. "I'm sorry, Dean…"

Before Dean could say anything, Raphael stabbed Castiel in the chest and twisted the knife inside him. He saw a bright light shine out of Castiel's eyes and mouth as he screamed. When the light suddenly diminished, the angel fell to the ground on his back when the two angels let him go.

"Cas?" Dean called out to his angel.

But Castiel didn't answer. He lied there on the ground.

"Cas…NO!"

He woke up in a panic and looked around his room. Dean realized that he'd woken up from his nightmare and lied back down on his bed, running his hands over his face and tried to get his breathing back to normal though his heart felt like it was breaking. Like a part of it was missing.

Like a part of it was dead.

"Cas…if you can hear me, just please come down and let me see that you're alright," Dean prayed to his angel. "I don't care if you can only stay for a minute. Just…let me see you."

But his angel didn't show up.

And Dean knew in that moment that something was wrong.

Because Castiel always answered his prayers.

Gabriel sighed as he walked through the halls of Heaven to Castiel's room. Unlike Raphael, he knew the real prophecy from the beginning. Though his older brother did find out the truth.

It wasn't the angel named Castiel that held Lucifer's powers inside him.

It would be a human male named Castiel that would have Lucifer's powers inside him.

But not even the prophet predicted this. That the angel would be brutally tortured and killed like this. Gabriel looked at the soul he held in his hands.

Castiel's soul.

The soul's light flickered, showing how weak it was. "Shh," Gabriel soothed. "I've got you, little one." He remembered the day that Castiel had been 'born.' Unlike all angels that had been created as adults, their Father for some odd reason created Castiel as an infant. Gabriel remembered watching him run around the halls of Heaven in his diaper with little fluffy white wings twitching behind him in excitement. He was the only one that raised him. His older brothers had refused to acknowledge the little baby and other angels could only tolerate him for a minute. The only other angel that bothered to help Gabriel raise him was Anna, but she hadn't been willing to stand up to Castiel's defense. Gabriel held the soul of his little brother close. "Don't worry. I'll keep you safe, Cas. I won't let anything happen to you." He walked to Castiel's room and saw the ashes that were once Castiel's body. The only thing that remained was a silver charmed bracelet left on the bedside table along with the stuff that the angel had been packing. Gabriel walked over to it and saw that it was the things that Dean had given to Castiel as gifts. A green rose-shaped pin that could hold an angel's chiton together on the shoulder, a gold pendant of an anti-demon possession symbol hung on a leather cord, a silver ring and two circular pendants with the word 'Love' in Enochian on them, something that angels would give to someone that they truly cherished. It was extremely rare for this to be given and he knew his younger brother must've loved the hunter, Dean Winchester, with his whole being if he had these made. He grabbed all six items and packed them away in a small leather bag.

"Don't worry, Cassie. I'll drop dead before I let anyone harm you like this again," he reassured the little bundle of light. After making sure the precious treasures were safe, he teleported to Raphael's room. His older brother wasn't there at the moment and Gabriel could care less about him. If anything, he'd shiv the bastard for what he did to Cas. He saw the crystal container holding Castiel's Grace lying on top of the table and grabbed it before teleporting back down to Earth. "We're going to live a new life, Cas…it's going to take a while to recover from this, probably centuries. But I promise you'll see Dean again."

The soul's light seemed to shine a little brighter at the mention of Dean.

`~`~`~`One thousand years later…`~`~`~`

Present day-in the middle of nowhere…

He was lying on a blanket in the middle of a field of grass, looking at the sky.

A thousand years…

A thousand years since he made that deal…

A thousand years of hunting demons…

And a thousand years since he'd last seen his beloved angel…

Dean sighed to himself as he thought about his angel. Would Castiel be disappointed in him for what he'd become? Would he forgive Dean for choosing this path?

Did he even deserve to ask Castiel for forgiveness?

"Dean!"

Dean looked over to his younger brother as Sam walked over to him.

"Comfortable?" Sam asked, sitting next to his brother.

And it was also because of him that Sam was like this as well. Immortal and…

"Yeah, I'm comfortable," Dean said.

Sam didn't believe him and sighed. "Dean, you're not really one to sit around and look at the clouds. What's going on?" he asked.

Dean didn't say anything and continued to look at the sky, seeing it turn a mixture of red, orange, gold, and blue…blue like Castiel's eyes.

"Dean?" Sam softly called out to him, hoping his brother would give him an answer.

"…Today would've been our anniversary," Dean said quietly.

Sam didn't say anything for the rest of the day, even after they left the area and went to a motel.

Present day- Pontiac, Illinois…

"Hey, wake up!" a female's voice called out to him.

Deep blue eyes opened and looked into lighter blue eyes, seeing his younger sister, Jessica smile down at him. He groaned as he covered his eyes with his arm. "Why?"

"Because dinner is ready. So stop lying out here and come on," his sister ordered then walked back into the house.

The young man stood up and stretched as he looked up at the evening sky. A part of him always felt…content with looking at it. But at the same time, that same part also felt empty. Like a part of him was missing.

"Hey! Get in here!" his sister shouted from the house.

The young man looked over to the house, seeing his sister put his and their older brother's plates on the table and saw their older brother rush to the table. He walked back to the house, seeing his siblings sitting at the table and eating their food. Something told him that today was just…special. He looked down at the silver charmed bracelet that his older brother had given to him on his thirteenth birthday. When asked why he gave him this, his brother only chuckled and said that he would know why when the right time came. He never understood what he meant but he loved the charm bracelet nonetheless. Gabriel was very complex when it came to certain things.

"Hey, Cas!" his brother called out to him. "Get in here and eat! The sooner we finish, the sooner we can get fresh baked chocolate chip cookies!"

Castiel gave a small smile as he turned to look at the sky one last time. While a part of him felt empty…the other part felt like something was watching him…

And something would be coming after him…

Author's Notes

And now the real story shall begin!

Links to how Castiel's chiton looks and how love spelled in Enochian looks(or at least an idea!) will be posted on my profile.

NOTE: Because I just recently got spam reviewed by a very angry reader, Jessica is going to be an important part of this story. Her part will probably not be as big as Castiel's, but she's still a vital part. And there's going to be NO Sabriel in this story.