Title: ANGELS FALL FIRST

Author: Houseling aka Mika

Disclaimer: NOT MINE!!! DON'T SHOOT!!!! Yeah, don't own them. All shouts go to Kripke and the gang for giving us SPN to play with...

Summary: Castiel goes missing. No one knows where he is and Dean starts to worry. Sam is off with Ruby somewhere doing God knows what, more seals are being broken and Dean is suffering from insomnia. Just as Dean thinks it can't go more worse, he gets another angel to deal with who decides to ask Dean for help in finding Castiel.

HurtCastiel, AngstyDean, BadassSam, AnnoyingRuby and a little bit of suntanned Bobby with appearances of Alastair and Lilith.

It will be three-four chapters long.

Warnings: Yeah, there will be torture, cursing, chopping off heads, doing bad things with demons... maybe some mature content. You know... The usual fun!! SPOILERS ALL OVER!!! FOURTH SEASON.

A/N: Started this whilst on three cappuccinos, a bag of cookies and three exams behind me. Also, I'm suffering from serious Castiel withdrawals which might result in craziness and diabolic plot. As you can see from my other fics, I have adopted a brand new archangel which si female. Mostly because there aren't any in the show. Which is sad. But I'm loving Misha and Robert so I don't whine too much... hehe... The title was inspired by the song named ANGELS FALL FIRST by NIGHTWISH: Awesome song!!

Off with the story...

Chapter O N E- Dean's visitor

Blue eyes stared at him, seemingly unblinking. They were so familiar yet new. They weren't the ones he wanted to see at the moment. Dean gulped and blinked back at the figure sitting at the end of his bed. It was a she. And since Anna, there wasn't any she-angels. He figured angels were solely male. You know, warriors and all, but he was proved wrong. That was a common thing nowadays.

"Where is he?" he asked in slightly broken voice. "Am I dreaming again?"

He must be because Sam wasn't there and the figure was slightly radiating light. Her hair was ebony black and straight with silky strands framing her face. She blinked at him and just lowered her head and sighed. Dean almost growled with anger at her for stealing his moves. That was what he used to do. But then he figured they were all running this vessels the same way.

"We do not know." Strong voice laced in a whisper came from her pale lips.

Dean's eyes widened and he stared in shock. How could they not know? He was their warrior. Their little Power Ranger. Doesn't God keep track of them?

"What do you mean?" he hissed at her and she raised her head, meeting his fiery gaze with her icy.

"We cannot locate him. Something is preventing us. We searched, but..." the defeat was evident. Anna once said they held no emotions, but this was broken and sad.

The pause she made and icy eyes suddenly melting told him how serious it all were. She was worried. The angel on his bed was worried. About Castiel. Dean almost whimpered. The one who saved him was now lost and Dean wasn't able to help. If his own kind didn't know, if God didn't know where he was, then how would Dean find him?

"You can help... That is why I am here." she spoke and he breathed a strong breath.

"Don't read my mind..." he growled at her. Only he was allowed to do that.

She just let out a sigh and cocked her head to one side, letting him get over his anger. Dean could swear that it was Castiel before him. The similarities were heartbreaking. He never responded to his anger solely because he knew it was pointless. She obviously knew him as well as he did.

"Still... You can help." She offered because silence was too long and Dean was lost in his own mind.

"How? If you can't..." he started and she stopped him with a stare.

"You carry his mark. You carry our mark. Maybe we can find him through you." She offered again as hope filled her voice. Her gaze was intense and she was looking for a conformation from him that he understood.

Dean thought about it. About the mark. His mark. It was more his than theirs. They never found a common ground with him as Castiel did. Uriel wanted to gank him and Anna... Well, she wasn't an angel. Not then anyway. This angel wanted to do the same thing Pamela did? Probably. He raised his gaze and noticed that she once again read his mind as she let out a small smile as he realised.

"You want to find him through the mark on my shoulder?" he instinctively grabbed his shoulder and her eyes snapped toward it.

It was dark in the room and the moonlight was close to nonexistent, but her eyes were sparkly. Sparkling with a realisation and curiosity. It was weird.

"Yes..." she breathed out and her gaze returned to his. "There are not many people who were marked by us. Few special people."

In another words, he was special. Again with that. Now, that was really annoying. But Castiel did mark him and it was a possibility he couldn't let just slip away. His hand slowly pulled the sleeve of his shirt up to reveal the red hand print. It was still red and scarred. How could it not be? He did pull him out of Hell. Her gaze was fixed on the mark. Her eyes were slightly wide and the face she made was slightly shocked.

"Before the groping starts, who are you?" he asked with a slight grin on his face.

If the situation goes too serious, just smirk. Her gaze still remained fixed on the scar as she gazed at it like it was sacred. If it can save Castiel, then it truly is sacred.

"My name is Sariel. I am the second general of the Heavenly Army next to Michael." She spoke with divinity in her voice and Dean gaped.

A general of the Heavenly Army was in his room, asking for help on finding Castiel. This was even worse than he thought.

"You were sent to find him?"

"Yes. Uriel and the others are searching as we speak. Others are standing their ground in battle. Watchers keep us noted, but since the incident with the fallen angel, we were to cut down our communication ways. That is how we lost track of Castiel." She let out a sigh.

"What happened to her? To Anna?" he asked. He wanted to know, but nobody wanted to say anything. Sam and him didn't hear anything from them in months.

"After she stole her grace from Uriel, she was judged. An entrance to the Father's house was never granted. She made her choice and she never repented. But that is of no importance right now. I need to..." she stopped as she picked up his thoughts.

There we go again. Cold, heartless bastards. They never granted her entrance in Heaven. She was an innocent angel who wanted to feel. Who wanted to experience what was like to be human.

"We are angels. If Father wanted us to be humans, he would have not made us as angels. Our duties and purpose goes far beyond anything you can imagine. She rejected it and left us. Without ever feeling sorry. Now she wanted to come back for wrong reasons. Deceiving herself and us." Sariel was getting tired of this conversation.

So was Dean. These creatures will never get it how it was to feel like this. To be helpless little creature that just roams around without a real cause. This is how Dean felt at the moment. Then the situation acme back to him. Castiel was missing. Dean frowned and nodded at the angel before him.

"Just do it and find him!" he growled at her, trying to cut his time with this creature as soon as possible and finding Castiel.

Those blue eyes bored into his eyes and he felt a warm feeling wash over him. Not even realising she moved, until her palm and fingers were exactly on the mark. It was one moment of ice that flew through him before fire, light and pain exploded all over. In his eyes, in his body, in that mark. The last thing he saw before he only saw darkness, where two bright azure lights before him and shadowy wings as the room exploded in light.

He was jerked awake. Which was a mistake, because his head throbbed and the room spin and holy hell was he dead or alive? He tried to recall what last happened and when he did, Dean tried to find teh culprit.

And bloody hell, she was there. Dean was on the bed and she sat there. He could feel her thighs against his own and the unnatural warmth of the human she was inhabiting. Crap, when did they stopped looking like tax-accountants and politicians? Dean figured he was still dizzy. That's why the image swam before his eyes.

"Here... Drink this." she spoke and offered something.

Something wet and cold and in a glass. She lowered it to his lips and he took a gulp of fresh water. Okay, so she had good bedside manners. Go figure.

"Did the groping helped?" he asked and for the first time focused on the creature before him.

And what he saw, he truly did not like. So much fear and dread in angel's eyes was never a good sign.

"I know where Castiel is..." she said with almost broken voice.

A/N: EVIL!! I'm EVIL! Want more? Cause I would love to give you more...

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