Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural (or any other published work referenced)

A/N: This fic is a cross-over between several fandoms. Although, I have written everything in Castiel's point of view so it is not necessary to know the other fandoms beforehand. You can learn them with Castiel.

Warnings: Destiel. DeanXCastiel.

What You Deserved

Castiel absent-mindedly fiddled with the navy blue tie secured backwards on his crinkly white shirt. The tie was stained with blood, tears, sweat and holy oil. t smelt like burnt rubber. He ran his fingers along the length of the cloth, a nervous habit he had acquired while inhabiting his human host body. When he felt a particularly rough spot on the fabric, he looked down and observed it closely. He was feeling the singed tag. It was half burnt and the words were long since rubbed off from multiple washes, but Castiel's keen vision could just make out that it once read, "Polyester Blend. Made in Japan." He looked back up and kept on fiddling with the tie.

He wandered around for three days, shuffling along the rocky beaches of Vancouver Island. Nobody called for him and he had nothing he needed to do. The world was finally in a state of comfort and peace that no longer required his presence. Heaven had undergone several power struggles and had returned to its normal efficiency. He had been promoted to upper management, so Castiel was only needed for 'problem solving' but nowadays, most problems could be solved by lesser angels.

He sat atop a high cliff, feet dangling childishly before him for another two days. His coat whipped violently from the strong Canadian winds but Castiel sat unaffected, watching the determined tree-birds warm their eggs.

He felt more useless than ever and he did not know why. He used to able to simply observe his Father's creations for months, even years together but now he felt restless and slightly jealous of the busy birds, now preening their hatched young. Habitually, he began re-stroking his tie and felt that rough patch again.

Impulsively, he flew to the first place he could thing of; Japan.

Many of Japan's inhabitants stared openly at the lost looking white man who had abruptly popped up in the middle of a busy Tokyo bazaar. His dirty, frumpy looking garments made the already awkward man even more conspicuous among the fashion-conscious humans. However, Castiel was Castiel so he took no heed to the extra attention and pushed his way through the crowd until he reached a tea shop.

The elderly waitress covering the floor gave him an odd look and began reciting the little English phrases her boss had taught her to use on foreigners but mid-sentence, the unshaven man raised a hand to silence her. Looking up with impossibly blue eyes, he ordered some green tea in perfect Japanese. The waitress widened her eyes and stared at the seemingly foreign man before her. His accent was perfect, high class even!

Shaking herself, she nodded professionally and returned with the order. Castiel took a sip of the green tea, closed his eyes and massaged his temples. It was no help. The disgruntled angel was seriously considering cutting himself with an angel blade just enough so that he could pass into comfortable unconsciousness and not have to deal with being himself.

Five days ago marked Dean's one year anniversary. Finally, after unemotionally bed-hopping for more than a decade, and living the hunter's lifestyle for two decades before that, the infamous one-night-stand-man had settled down with a sweet, all-American girl.

Her name was Christina Kinsley, (now Christine Winchester) and she managed an antiques' store on the corner of Sam's old law firm. She had long bright red hair, almost like his sister Anna, enchanting hazel eyes that lit up every time she laughed and beauty pageant-worthy good looks. The girl was not however, just a pretty face as so many of Dean's previous women were; she was actually quite personable and vivacious. With an explosive, fiery personality, she was able to match Dean; word for word, flirtatious wink for flirtatious wink and Western-movie reference for Western-movie reference.

They truly were 'the same soul in two bodies,' just like his brother Gabriel had commented.

That day, Chrissy looked especially radiant in a sexy, but tasteful, off-the-shoulder yellow sundress at the backyard party the Winchesters had organized. She wore no make-up but managed to look better than everyone else, perfection in every photo taken.

Although, this was no surprise to Castiel since he had read that human females looked exceptionally better when they were bearing children, a fact they had announced after Chrissy politely declined joining them for drinks.

Needing a distraction from the memories, Castiel quickly downed the rest of the hot liquid, laid a few crumpled notes on the table and left.

He was aimlessly wandering around Mt. Fuji when he felt a distant, but achingly familiar tug.

Someone was calling him.