Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor Harry Potter.

He stood with his head high, looking at the sky. His arms spread wide in a - of the cross.

-I've said "YES". You heard me Michael?

The other man knew he had come too late. No matter what he said or did, he wouldn't be able to stop the archangel's descent. He watched helplessly as the luminous beam of energy had fallen upon the hunter. Engulfing him before being absorbed. Dean Winchester opened his eyes, emanating powerful grace of a heavenly being. Castiel knew without a doubt that Michael had claimed his vessel.

For about three seconds.

After which, like a tennis ball out of a cannon, archangel was shoot out of the hunter. Castiel just barely managed to duck, taking cover behind the man. Say whatever you like, but this position did gave him a great view of the glowing "Property of Harry J. Potter" boldly printed across Dean's ass. Just how did this man manage to break the first seal would forever remain a mystery to Castiel.

The angel knew that some of his brothers tended to treat Apocalypse as one great Drama Show, but he had never understood that until now. Now, for the first time in his life, Castiel felt overpowering urge to secure popcorn supply, sit back and watch the fireworks. The snickers that incurred upon the image of angels trying to retrieve the wayward hunter from one verry possessive Master of Death, were followed by single stray thought.

Just how receptive would Potter be of the idea of having two Winchesters for the price of one?