A/N: Please enjoy this chapter (and the angsty-Destiel that it contains!) Next chapter will actually have Severus Snape from Harry Potter but his 'portion' will be done in a couple chapters. Please review with any fandom characters who've died a little tragically/unfairly if you think Cas should save them! :P

Also, thanks for the support so far. It's surprising (and slightly depressing) how much your support makes my single, overweight, socially awkward, feel loved:)

What You Deserved

Castiel landed on the Winchester's front door step, in his usual host's body, after dropping Timothy at his shell-shocked aunt's house. The woman had thanked him for returning him safely but Castiel could notice the subtle protective magic crackling through the air from the long wand she gripped tightly in her dress pocket. Her fear, however, was unnecessary. Castiel did not plan on every having anything to do with them ever again. He had run through the history of each person on the list he was given and nobody else seemed to have ever gone missing.

Castiel had decided that he was going to resurrect Snape that very night (and since Michael had commanded him to include Dean and Sam in the process), found that it was only fair to warn them.

Still, it was with weary eyes and stiff limbs that he stood outside the front door. Several years ago, he would have taken the liberty to fly straight to Dean's bedside no matter how late the hour was, but nowadays he didn't.

After all, it was no longer just Dean Winchester's bed and Cas was no longer naive enough to think that people used beds for sleeping and the procreation of children.

Nope, the likelihood of the two beautiful married people having passionate, languid sex for no other purpose than the fact that they were in lo-.

Cas smashed the doorbell and mentally prepared a mental defense against Dean's beautiful green eyes. He was not quite done yet when the door swung open but he did not matter. It was Chrissy who opened the door. And her hazel eyes had nothing on them.

The angel lifted the corners of mouth into a forced smile. "Sorry about the late time. I need to speak to Dean. Something urgent," he said. Chrissy blinked but stepped aside to let him in.

"Would you like any tea?" she yawned, adjusting the belt on her robe as the two walked up the stairs to the bedroom. Cas gave her anther one of those smiles but declined. "I shouldn't be too long," he said as she turned the knob. "Wouldn't want to intrude," he mumbled under his breath.

The redhead gave him a strange smile as if to say, 'Yeah, you are intruding but Dean values you so much and I want to respect that and keep him happy.' The door swung open to reveal a fully dressed Dean, fastening the buckle on his jeans. He gave a sigh and looked up at Cas with bleary eyes.

"I'm ready," he called, shuffling over to the door. He gave his wife a kiss on the cheek before ushering her inside the room. He closed the door behind her and faced Cas, frowning. "Where ya been, man?" he whisper-yelled, moving into Cas's personal space. "You fled off before the end of our anniversary party! Do you even know that Chrissy's pregnant right now? I'm surprised you even know where we live!" he ranted angrily, shouting other useless things at the angel.

He did not even give Cas a chance to respond but that might have been a good thing because at the moment, Cas was on the verge of losing it. 'I knew she was pregnant even before you or she knew that she was pregnant. In fact, I knew when she was pregnant the moment it happened, Dean! I know everything about you and I always will! Have you forgotten about our bond Dean? This profound bond that once made you call me your second brother? The bond that made you pray to me and cry to me when Sam was all but dead?" His thoughts were so loud, he was sure even God could hear him.

However, instead of shouting back at the ex-hunter, the blue-eyed angel closed his eyes and raised a finger to his lips. "Dean," he said menacingly. "I have not come here to listen to your baseless anger and blatant disrespect. Heaven has a job for you. Michael is re-evaluating Heaven's policy and has assigned us to rehabilitate victims of ill-managed humanity and he needs us to re-integrate these victims into society. We start with a man named Severus Snape. I have left a copy of his biography on your desk. Please read it. I will be here tomorrow with him and we will move him to a house and teach him how to live in these times."

Dean's eyes bulged and his mouth hung open but Cas glared at him before he spoke. "This isn't an option, Dean. Make some sort of excuse for your absence. You will be able to visit her when he's better and eventually move back in."

"Sam?" croaked Dean, not sure what else was safe to say with the angry man before him. It had been a while since Castiel had expressed so much anything with him and he found himself paralyzed with his heart beating furiously. How had he managed to even survive being with this guy if he felt like he was going to go into cardiac arrest from just looking at him? Sure, Dean knew that he had been distant (for some reason), but he had expected an apologetic response or some intense eye-communication when they finally spoke.

The angel nodded his response and whipped down the hallway without another word. He bent his knees a little, getting ready for flight but then he decided against it.

He didn't feel comfortable flying in front of Dean anymore.