I am doing ONE warning for this entire tome. I am telling you there is some seriously dark shit going down in this story: Rape, self-mutilation, graphic torture, and possible character death(s). But trust me when I tell you that this is gonna be such an awesome story, and it won't all be dark. So without further ado here it is.

Also need to thank my fudgin awesome Beta SuperNaturalGurl32! Shes the best beta and sisser a chick could have! Thanks for the help JERK!

Streaks of light descended like comets lighting the darkest corners of hell to something akin to the brightness of a clear summer's day. Hell had never been so illuminated in all of its existence.

When the balls of celestial intent landed it was silent. Their garrison was split into five groups of four. No one knew how many other garrisons had been deployed on The Mission, but that wasn't of their concern. The only orders that mattered were their own.

As they landed they stood back to back making sure the perimeter was clear. And as expected a hoard of demons swarmed them. In their true forms their weapons were just an extension of their intent.

Castiel looked to his brethren as they began to separate and pick out their targets. They worked together as a unit just the way The Father intended.

Castiel threw himself into the fray, stabbing a demon in the neck Forcas was holding by the shoulders. With his carotid artery split a spray of blood pumped out and blood bubbled from his neck. The weapon was pulled out and the carcass of the demon cast aside with a disgusted sneer from both angels.

Castiel flipped his weapon around and stabbed backwards to take out another through the demons head puncturing an eye socket, one of but many. Turning and kicking another down, he crouched down and the weapon into the fallen's chest.

Pulling the viscera coated weapon from the rib cage of the horned beast Castiel looked for his brothers. Forcas was felled. Castiel kissed two of his fingers and touched them to the elder angel's forehead, a sign of affection among the host.

They all knew the price of this rescue. Each one of them went into this with the realization that they could perish. Their lives, their existence, even their very grace was of less import than that of the charge.

Forcas was their leader and now he was gone.

Simultaneously three sets of eyes turned to Machediel who was the second in command. He closed his eyes to seek their orders in revelation.

His eyes snapped opened, and in turn shared their next step of action to the regiment. They all nodded in agreement and stealthily began to make their way towards The Charge.

The next group of demons they encountered were brandishing heavy link chains with hooks on the end that had bits of flesh and bone smeared on them.

Castiel heard the chain whip through the air and caught it in his fist. He quickly wrapped his wrist around the chain and yanked the demon to him. Wrapping the chain around the demons neck and Castiel pulled choking him.

He walked him back a few paces until the demon's back was pressed to the wall.

"You have one chance abomination, to tell me what I want." Castiel growled placing his hand palm down on the demon's forehead.

"One chance…Before I end you." He spoke lowly, his blue eyes glinting. "Do you understand? You may nod of you do." He spat in disgust.

The demon nodded.

Castiel lessened his grip slightly.

"Good." Castiel nodded his lip curling repugnance. "Now foul spawn, tell me where they are keeping Dean Winchester?"

The demon's slimy voice was the equivalent of nails on a chalk board.

"Please." The demon whined "I don't know-." His answer was cut off as Castiel's hand began to glow.

"But I can surmise a guess!" He gasped as light began so spill from his grotesque features.

The angel stopped his onslaught.

"Tell me." The angel demanded.

"With Alistair, the chief torturer." The demon sputtered.

"Very well then." Castiel said emotionlessly and replaced his hand to the place he had let it fall from.

"But you said-." the demon stammered. Light began to pour from him until the pressure was too much and the demons head exploded cerebellum coating Castiel's face and shoulders.

"I lied." Castiel said and with a thought cleaned his visage. Then tossed the body aside without a further look.

Nathaniel was felled now too, his own weapon splitting his head in twain.

Castiel sighed in resignation as he looked for his regiment leader so he could inform his of the information he had acquired.

He saw a group of demons, and heard a piercing cry. Six demons surrounded Malchdiel clawing and tearing at him.

With a battle cry that could have toppled our Chrysler building Castiel dove into the fray.

He spread his wings enough to give him extra air time. As he plunged his weapon into the top of his skull. Turning in the air he kicked one in the face landing on one knee in a crouch. He looked up and the rage emanating from his eyes made the remaining demons hesitate, and that was all that Castiel needed.

He reached out turning as he sprung forward, slicing off the head of the demon that had crept up behind him. He lashed out and kicked the one in front of him, causing him to stagger back. By the time the demon that was furthest from him, it was just in time to drive his blade into his stomach yanking the weapon with both hands and split the demon up the middle spilling his insides at his feet.

He took out the last demon without looking, pulling his weapon from the gutted demon and reaching out behind him to slam it into the throat of his advisory. A gurgling noise was the only answer to his strike.

Castiel had few injuries and none of them grave enough he had to concentrate his grace on. He was already beginning to heal.

He heard a strangled gasp and he turned to see Machediel alive, barely.

He flew to him with a thought and settled down next to his friend. A small smile appeared on the older angel's lips.

"I am felled Castiel." He said causing the other angel to look at his grievous wounds. There was a gash on his side that split him from hip to shoulder. Grace leaked out tainted from the hell weapon. Normally such a mortal wound would mean little to an angel. The real dilemma was that it was a weapon forged in hell, and it had pierced through his grace.

"You could still pull through brother." Castiel tried encouragingly.

"No, I will not." Machediel said softly. "It is The Father's will." He said his eyes fluttering shut.

Castiel shook him hard.

"But brother, I know where they are keeping The Charge. We are close brother, so close." Castiel said tears running down his cheeks unchecked.

"It's up to you then Castiel, tell Gabriel to meet you here." The elder angel said his eyes closing again.

Machediel jerked up and grabbed the younger angel's shoulder "Do not go to the charge without help!" He said shuddering with the effort.

Castiel nodded his acquiescence as the rest of his brother grace slipped from him.

Castiel stood up, a glimmer of determination in his eyes.

"Gabriel, where are you?" Castiel cast his thoughts outwards.

"Between a rock and a hard place bro." Gabriel communicated.

Castiel saw the battle that was going on. His brother was pinned to a wall, but not for long=. With a smirk, the archangel Gabriel pushed off the wall and mowed down a whole line of demons with one sweep of his mighty sword.

"I am in the vicinity of The Charge." Castiel said pushing his thoughts to his brother.

"Okay good. Thought we were never gonna find him. Do NOT go in there without me Cassie." Gabriel chided. If an angel could roll his eyes Castiel would have. Gabriel felt the change in his brother. "I mean it. Recon only and nothing else got it baby bro?"

Castiel sighed. "I do, yes. I will wait for you Gabriel."

"Excellento, now where are you?"

Castiel projected his whereabouts to Gabriel and also gave him his destination, as he began to walk towards a citadel made of hell fire and brimstone.

He could hear the cries of dammed as he cloaked himself from the presence of demons, after all Gabriel said reconnaissance only.

As he walked towards the stronghold of hell, he contemplated his brother's words.

His brother had not been with the host for a long while. No one really knew where Gabriel had been the last three hundred years. His speech was strange and the way acted around the host was odd. But Castiel and Gabriel were close. Closer than most the other brethren.

Gabriel had taught him how to fight, to use his weapon, to fly.

But something had happened and he disappeared. Castiel had never really forgiven his brother for that.

Then all of a sudden, he showed up for this mission. Claiming all the host was called in for it. Looking at the celling and scowling and muttering "It's because he had no other choice."

None of that mattered however. The estranged relationship with his brother paled in comparison to the mission at hand.

He had reached his destination. The foundation was made from the bones of the dammed, the candles that illuminated the halls were made from the belly of hanged men, and the wails of the lost filled the air.

With a flap of his wings, Castiel soared over the moat if blood, various body pieces floating on its surface. He came to the tallest tower. It was made up of gutted bodies some still alive that wailed for release. Finding a place where a completely devoured carcass hung Castiel looked between the spines and ribcages and caught his primary glimpse of Heaven's first, last and only hope.

The Righteous Man.

Dean Winchester.

Alright there is the start of what I fear will be a ridiculously long tale. Please review.