Author's Note: Hello, guys. I'm kinda depressed right now. Want to know why? Supernatural. This show will KILL YOU. Don't watch it. Just kidding, it's amazing; but seriously though. It's heartbreaking. For any of you that have seen the new episode: It's gonna be okay….I think. For those of you that haven't yet, I pity you. Have a soft blanket or stuffed animal to throw in frustration or cuddle up with when you have feels. This is a series of one-shots about Castiel and Samandriel. I slightly ship them as of now. Because they're just so gosh darn cute.

Enjoy, and try not to drown in feels,

Blue TARDIS Everdeen

"Why would you do this, Castiel? Why would you leave me…for him?" Samandriel questioned; his eyes pleading.

"I told you. I have to watch over him. I can't let him get hurt again."

"But…you promised, Castiel. You promised me."

"I know. I know." He placed his hand upon the younger's cheek and kissed his forehead. "I'll see you soon, Samandriel." He disappeared; leaving the other angel alone in the room.

"I'll….see you later, Castiel."

"I'm an angel, this is just my vessel." Samandriel touched the brim of his baseball cap. "His name's Alfie, apparently."

"Uh-huh. I can see that." Garth circled around the angel; looking him up and down. "Did they run out of suitable vessels or some crap? I thought you guys had a like, unlimited supply?"

He shook his head. "This was all I could find on short notice." He straightened the silver nametag pinned to his striped shirt. "He's a suitable vessel."

"Right." He arched an eyebrow. Seriously? This guy? An angel? The kid's what….eighteen? Barely? Jesus. His parents must be worried as hell. "I just don't understand why you chose someone so…young though. Don't you want people to take you seriously?"

Samandriel got a serious look on his face. "I assure you, Garth, I am as powerful as Castiel is."

"Right, Cas. I forgot you all knew each other up there."

"We are all family in Heaven. Castiel is my brother."

"I figured. So, whatcha doin' here, kid? On some "important mission" from the higher ups?"

He started to shake his head; then switched to nodding. "Yes…and no. I was sent here to go to an auction of important biblical and historical artifacts. Heaven is a bit short of messengers at the moment. I have to talk to a prophet, Kevin Tran."

"Never heard of him."

"I have heard he is relatively new to the prophet's life. You see, when one prophet dies-"

"Yeah, yeah, another one takes his place, I know." Garth interrupted. "You just haven't told me WHY you are going to this "auction" thing."

"Ah. It is because I need to get something. A tablet; written on it the word of God." Samandriel said; straightening. He took his missions seriously. "It is my duty to make sure it does not get into the wrong hands."

"And who's hands would that be?"

"Crowley's. He wants the tablet for himself."

Garth cringed at the mention of Crowley. "Ugh. Hate that SOB. Why does he want the piece of rock so bad?"

"I do not know. That information was not disclosed to me." And with that, he disappeared.

"Angels." Garth scoffed. "Weird dudes."