Author's note:

Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter and to all my readers.

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As for updating the playlist, Noticed isn't on that website which sucks so if you want to listen to the song. Probably have to go on youtube.

But For whom the bell tolls was added.

SIDENOTE: I did happen to add character appearances to my profile as well. Most of the Supernatural's cast looks the same. ; I did happen to change a couple of character's appearances to go with the fact that Zach and Crowley are suppose to be a little younger in this fic than the show dictates.

I also have some original character's appearances up.

Just to let you guys know when it comes to my preview of the next chapter. I'm just thinking of that on the spot. None of the actual chapter is written when I write that. Sometimes spontaneous thoughts like that are gonna be some of the main focal points of what the chapter is going to be written around. Just in case you guys think the chapters are already written and I'm not updating for the hell of it or something.

Totally not my style.

I do have the next day off or so, so I might upload a new story or update some of the others. Really depends on where my inspiration takes me.

BUT! I also wouldn't mind receiving some prompts. If your the type that loves to read stories and has ideas but can't write them out, send me a message and I'll try to make those stories happen. Might not do all of them, depends on what I'm given, if I'm inspired and of course if I like the ideas. Does not mean I'm gonna say no. ; D

Title of the chapter: Noticed the bell tolls

Reason: Noticed by Mutemath. For whom the bell tolls by Metallica.

Listen to them, need I say more?

Rating: T

Warning: Incest. Minor Character death.

References: None.

Summary: Castiel and Dean discover a message at a crime scene. Castiel gets a new assignment.

Dean's tired of all the unanswered questions and does some browsing himself based on what Cas has told him.

What he discovers isn't something he expected.

Michael meets an unexpected visitor.

Sam and Gabriel have a night out and it ends a little differently than they both thought it would.

When Dean entered the office building, his eyes took in the surroundings. Okay, clearly this was a message to someone. This person wanted the body to be discovered. Written across the wall in what he had hoped was red paint was 'Angel, want me to send you to heaven?' Below in a darker shade of red, which Dean knew for a fact was blood was a strange symbol that Dean didn't understand.

Dean noticed Castiel had gone rigid in his posture. "Let me take a wild guess here and say the message is meant for you..."

Castiel nodded and that was it. Dean's eyes narrowed and he rounded on Cas. "Care to elaborate?" He spoke in a harsh whisper.

"I can't tell you much...not until your one in our ranks... but I can tell you one thing." Castiel moved forward, touching the spot near the mark on the wall that resembled a sun with wings around it. Castiel was very careful to avoid touching the actual mark. "But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings.. - Malachi 4:2."

Dean frowned. "What's that suppose to mean exactly?"

"I myself have often questioned his methods... where his mind is at times. But I have never explored and tried to care enough to. Which makes me think this is my fault. That this is my doing. Regardless, the winged sun is often depicted to resemble Divinity, royalty and power... naturally." Castiel added dryly. Balthazar was always one for power.

"Why does he call you Angel?"

"For a number of reasons. Mainly my personality, my virtuous nature and he said I looked too innocent to have ever been born from mankind. I'm a warrior, a soldier at heart as most angels are known for." Castiel shrugged absentmindedly. To be honest, being called an Angel was better than being called unworthy or an abomination.

"You know you haven't mentioned when I'm suppose to sign up." Dean added as an afterthought.

"I will just...not yet." Castiel didn't like how Dean seemed eager. He was fearful if when Balthazar knew he had a new partner in every sense of the word. He knew Balthazar well enough to know that he would think of Dean as a threat and Castiel didn't want to see this righteous man get hurt.

"What's making you stop me from this? Your hiding something."

"And I'll tell you in due time." Castiel said sternly walking away from his beloved.

Dean knew his partner was hiding more secrets, keeping him in the dark. Dean was scared that he wouldn't like whatever it was that Cas was hiding.

Regardless, he was on edge, he cared about Castiel a little thanks to Castiel telling him about his brother. But he wasn't about to put all his eggs in one basket. After all, who completely trusts a hit man? Dean had doubts. How could someone like Castiel even care for him enough to risk everything for him? Was it all a ruse just to get what he wanted? Did Castiel just only want him to think he trusted him to get him to join this organization? Dean didn't know what to believe exactly. He wanted to trust Castiel, but what real reason did he have to?

As if to confirm his thoughts, Dean noticed that Castiel was looking at the angel figurine. Dean watched him closely and seen him pocket it! Hell Dean would of missed it had he not been watching him close enough. Cas was taking evidence, why?

Dean had far too many questions and little to no answers.

It was starting to piss him off and make him wary.

"You want me to what?"

"Go out, flirt with a girl, take her home and have a good time."

Gabriel felt astonished that Sam would tell him something like that. "What if I don't want to?" Gabriel challenged.

"Seriously? Dude, you have so much stress rolling off of you, I can feel it a mile away. Your always so tense. You need to just relax and have a good time, no strings attached. So let's go out tonight and see what happens. Gabe, I'm not being a jerk and teasing you, I'm trying to help.. but honestly, when's the last time you got laid? I'm sick of seeing you all alone because of me."

Gabriel fought the frown that would of slipped on his face. He used his training to appear impassive like the thought of Sam getting laid didn't tick him off. Where was he in this? Had he not been watching the kid as close as he thought he had. No, Gabriel didn't think the kid was a blushing virgin or anything... but he didn't exactly think Sam was one for one night stands either. Regardless..

"What makes you think that your the cause? What if I just don't want to date?"

"But why? Your a good looking guy, you could get anybody you want."

"No, the only one I want is the one I can't have." Gabriel muttered lightly. He didn't think Sam had heard but Sam responded.

"Why? What makes you think that?"

"Sam. Drop. it." Gabriel was so not going into this with Sam right now. He didn't want to destroy the relationship that they did have. Albeit it was void of any actual physical. But they were close and Gabriel didn't want to lose what little he had. His voice had probably came out much harsher than he had intended but the look of Sam surrendering was bittersweet.

"Okay. okay. Consider it dropped." Sam had that 'someone kicked his puppy' look and Gabriel caved. He couldn't deny those damn puppy eyes. "Okay, we'll go out, see what happens and then come home."

Sam smiled.

Damn conniving little brat.

Michael was meeting up with his brother whom he hadn't been able to see for four years. His whole family assumed he killed him. When it came down to it, the moment where he was suppose to end his brother. He just couldn't. Sure, casting him out (for his own protection more or less) no problem. Putting an end to him? Never.

Michael looked at his appearance for the tenth time this night. Dark brown hair, jet black when wet or has gel in it. Blue/green eyes. Lightly tanned skin. His hair was slicked back, not a hair out of place. He knew Lucifer liked him looking so pristine...for mainly one reason.

To screw it all up. Watching him come undone, the uptight statistics, sometimes even cold man in charge... completely and totally broken. Michael stood five eleven, a couple of inches shorter than his brother. It was now or never. Michael jumped at the knock that was on the cabin door. Michael had been too excited at the thought of seeing his brother that he had failed to notice something had been off about the knock. Being caught off guard was dangerous. Even more so when he opened the door and instead of Lucifer standing there, a gun was pointed at his face.

" Ello there, expecting someone else?" Before him was not Lucifer but someone else he had only met once briefly. "Crowley"

"In the flesh, now back up." Michael wouldn't have done so if it hadn't been for the gun Crowley had aimed at his face. Much too high to do one of his disarming techniques. "And don't you think about going for the gun. I have snipers stationed all around in the forest."

Michael couldn't believe Lucifer would do this to him. He felt betrayed.

If he hadn't hesitated, if he had been able to take his brother's life...he wouldn't be in this situation. He couldn't believe it. He felt crushed. Numbly, Michael obliged to Crowley's demand, he backed away from the door. "Sit."

Michael felt like a dog, he sat down on the couch, trying to not think about the memories it held. Being pushed on it, being undressed with haste. Lucifer and himself having to hide away from the rest of the family, their need much too great to take things slow. It had been fast, hard but overall, extremely pleasurable. Withdrawing himself from the memories, he glanced at Crowley sharply.

"Why exactly are you here?"

"Oh, for a number of reasons. The main one is I want your head on a platter." his accent filling the air. Smug bastard. "But let's skip the pleasantries and get down to business, shall we? First I'm going to take all your money, kill you and then ge-"

"Your not doing shit." A deep voice spoke behind Crowley.

Michael raised his eyes to where the voice came from but could only see an arm curl around Crowley, a knife at his throat. Night had fallen, thus obscuring the stranger in darkness.

"Drop your gun or I slit your throat right now."

Crowley dropped it to the ground, then the voice spoke once more. "Kick it to Michael."

The voice knew who he was.

Crowley obeyed, Michael reached for it with haste and raised the gun, aiming at Crowley, jaw clenching in anger. Before he could fire any shots off, the knife that had been pushing against Crowley's neck harmlessly, cut into it deep. "You s-said you wouldn't."

"No, I said I wouldn't in that moment. I never said I wouldn't do it later. This is for my brother you abomination." Drawing the blade across Crowley's throat, a river of red flowed freely from the wound. Crowley tried to grasp at his neck feebly.

When Crowley's body was out of the way, in his place revealed a blond haired male, spiked up hair. Almost cold blue eyes, so light blue they appeared silver.

"Lucifer."

"Come on Mikey, you know I hate being called that." Rolling his eyes, he came in, shut the door, cleaned his blade and put it back where it belonged. Lucifer stepped closer, reached out his hand towards Michael's face, touching his cheek gently. You would of never thought he had just killed someone with those hands.

"Missed you so much." He mumbled before stepping even closer, invading Michael's personal space and taking his brother's mouth with his own. Giving a much over do kiss.

Castiel's phone rang, he shot Dean a look after he had glanced at the screen. Telling him silently he needed to take it. Once he was outside and away from everyone he answered.

"Code."

Four digits. Seven. Two. Five. Nine.

Raphael

"What happened Raphael?"

"you have a mission to take, Michael is awol, so I'm in charge for the time being. Leave whatever your doing, the recon work you were doing is now a mark."

Castiel closed his eyes in distaste. But answered flatly. "So be it."

The line disconnected.

Castiel returned to Dean, Dean could already tell something was up and he wasn't going to like it. "I have to go."

"What, why? Who was on the phone?"

"My brother. I have a new mission that has been given to me."

"You mean your going to leave and... kill someone?"

"No. Dean, you have nothing to worry about. It's just a reconnaissance mission. I won't be gone long, two days at the most. But I doubt it will take that long." Castiel showed a little bit of emotion that was only made for Dean, a ghost of a smile.

"Fine.. I just don't like it... You better be back soon. With all this craziness going on.. I.. I can't help but worry."

Castiel pressed a kiss like it was a goodbye and then left before Dean could question the emotion behind the press of their lips. Castiel was hiding the truth from Dean. He hadn't had a recon mission since Balthazar left, making him a heavy hitter. He was getting rid of a mark. Someone was going to die. Castiel already knew a little bit about what he was suppose to do. This wasn't one of those distance hits with a sniper rifle. Oh no, this was a close encounter. It was a high risk mission. He might not even make it out alive.

Castiel didn't like lying, but he hated lying to Dean. He knew that if he told him the truth, Dean would worry. Probably not eat or something of the nature... then again, maybe that was just wishful thinking. For all he knew, maybe it wouldn't make a difference. Him being there or absent, Dean would focus on their case load. The more he thought about it, the more logical he convinced himself that Dean only thought about getting recenged for his family. Everything else came second.

Then again, Castiel should give Dean the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. The internal struggle ended when he arrived at home.

Now it was work mode. Castiel threw out all his emotions, cares and people of importance, everything tossed out of the window that wasn't information on his mark. Castiel became the cold blooded yet brilliant actor that he was. What he needed to be, the perfect killing machine.

Entering a six digit code into the stove, it slid out, four different compartments filled with gleaming knifes and a few handguns that were hardly used. Castiel suited up, strapping blades anywhere it was accessible but hard to find and feel if he got patted down.

Castiel had dreaded when this task became a mark. One thing he hated was when people made the wrong choices, cut corners to get ahead only to get involved in all the wrong things.

Jasper Alexander was a smart man, but like most busy men, they didn't have too much time to meet potential life partners. Yeah, Castiel had been a honey trap at first. Going on a number of 'meetings' with the man. They had never gotten physical, since men of his stature didn't exactly go for the hired help. Castiel was not only the perfect man to meet Jasper's sexual appeal. But he was going to be his 'body guard'. Regardless, Castiel looked into the mirror and lost himself, becoming someone else.

He was now James "jimmy" Novak.

Married to Amelia Novak, had a daughter named Claire.

All the documents were falsified, some mentions of James Novak being prestigious in the military and his background on his wife and child could be found easily by anyone who was running a background check.

Amelia and Claire both existed and were apart of the organization. Amelia was a sleeper agent, only needed very rarely when shit hit the fan. Claire was an orphan and was taken in by Michael and the rest of his family. She showed potential for being in intelligence or the field. She looked like she was only twelve, but she was sixteen and learning college material. Smart girl.

Castiel had already had his bags packed, he entered a silver bmw and exited out of the garage. Driving to his destination.

The airport.

Gabriel and Sam had arrived at Lucky's, an Irish pub that doubled as a club. Lucky's had a four leaf clover for the place's logo. It was owned by a guy named Lucky O`Reilly, his sister had been the one who decided they'd attract more attention by not having the standard bar and turned half of it into a dance floor. She had been right of course.

They had sat down in a booth, a waitress had approached the table and took their order. Gabriel and Sam both just stuck with a normal bottle of beer. Despite what Sam had said, Gabriel had no intention of letting go tonight and getting drunk. That would most likely end badly.

Over the course of the night, after four bottles of beer and finally a couple of shots of Jack. Gabriel had been asked to dance seven times by different girls, after he had turned down the last one who had chocolate colored hair, a petite body, a pixie face and barely any clothes. Sam seemed to snap.

"Gabriel why did you say no? That girl was pretty hot, you should of danced with her. "

"I told you Sam, I just don't want to, stop pushing me into doing stuff like this. I just wanted to go out, relax, help you relax and just enjoy a damn beer."

Sam looked away, sullen. He had just been trying to help. He wanted Gabriel to be happy, was that so bad?

"I just don't want you to be alone.."

"What makes you think I am alone kiddo? I could be dating someone right now and you don't know about it."

Gabriel was kidding of course, but seeing the pained look on Sammy's face made him stop. "Sam I was just kidding..."

"If you did ever date anyone, you'd tell me right? I mean... I..I'm your friend right? Or am I just the charity case that Michael assigned to look after until you can get rid of me?"

"Sam... You have to know your so much more than that."

"Yeah yeah, I know, I'm the kid you saved from the Boogieman and you feel a fatherly connection with me."

Yup, Sam had to be drunk, they never brought up what happened after all this time. "You feel like you have to look after me and make sure I'm fine. Gabe, I don't need your help. Okay? Cause I can just... be fine on my own. I can move out so you can find someone to spent, uh, spend time with. " Sam left the table and walked onto the dance floor, passing by people, trying to find the exit. Trying to run away.

He felt a hand grab his arm and turn him around harshly. "Sam, come on, don't be that way. The last thing I want you to do is leave. "

"Yeah? Well why does it feel like... I'm the reason because of all your stress? "

"You were always so smart yet so very dense at the same time when it came to yourself."

"What?.."

"Shit.. Sam, the last thing I wanna do is ruin everything between us by being selfish. So I don't and won't do anything that I want to. I think I need to let you go. "

"Let me- What are you talking about?"

Before Gabriel could answer, he felt someone push him into Sam, which made them that much closer together. Sam had grabbed him, fear of Gabriel falling over and possibly getting stepped on. The place was busy tonight, bodies practically grinding against each other all around them. Moving to the loud bumping music. Gabriel moved in closer, speaking in Sam's ear. Though it was a little hard to do thanks to the height difference.

"I... Sam.. You don't know how much I want you, how much you mean to me. Trust me, fatherly thoughts are the last thing on my mind."

Sam looked surprised, maybe even a little shocked. Then Gabriel saw the wheels turning. It looked like he was starting to get it. Perhaps Sam wasn't that drunk, cause it clicked together, the puzzle being finished after a couple of minutes of thought process. Sam looked into Gabriel's eyes, before taking a deep breath and moving even closer, moving his head down and letting his lips touch Gabriel's.

They were testing the waters.

Gabriel couldn't help himself and the people pushing into him wasn't helping either. He wrapped his arm around Sam's waist, tugging him more. It seemed to do the trick and egg Sam on, because instead of the shy kiss he had done. They began to kiss harder. Gabriel felt Sam's tongue sweep across Gabriel's lips, asking for entrance.

Gabriel happily complied. His body started to move with the beat, grinding against Sam's body. He felt Sam's hips jerk forward in answer. Sam broke away from the kiss and turned around, pressing his backside against Gabriel's fast being known erection. Dancing against each other to the music.

It was quite possibly the most sensual thing Gabriel had ever done without even being naked.

He couldn't help but thing of the possibilities once clothes were subtracted from the equation.

Oh goody.

That night, Dean's mind was not letting him sleep.

He couldn't help it. Everything Castiel had said, he began to question. Who in their right mind would even believe what he was being told? He knew Castiel was hiding secrets, that was a given. He knew he was being lied to, especially at the crime scene of where the message had been on the wall.

He was a police detective.

If he wanted answers, he was going to damn well find them if they could be found.

Dean stumbled out of his bed, wearing only a wife beater and sweats, it was a little chilly this evening. He walked over towards his desk and turned on the computer. Once it was finished loading, he logged into the network and did a background check on Castiel Novak.

Nothing came up.

It was as if the guy didn't even exist. He was a ghost. Or at the very least just didn't have a record? He decided to go with good old google.

He knew Castiel's full name and decided to enter that.

Castiel James Novak.

Castiel didn't get anything. But there were three articles for James Novak. He read up on him, maybe that was Cas' dad?

Guy was in the military for four years, did two tours. Guy was a war veteran already. He clicked on another article and it said that he was married to a woman named Amelia, had a daughter named Claire. He scrolled down and sucked in a breath.

There was a picture of a beautiful woman and the man he knew as Castiel standing together in a wedding photo.

Bastard lied to him.

Dean was pissed. He had expected load of other things but the fact that Cas-... James was married. That hurt, what was Dean to him then? Why was he even here? More or less.. Was Ca-.. James with his wife right now? Dean stood away from the desk and knocked over a lamp, watching it shatter as it hit the floor in anger.

He needed to shoot something, drive...SOMETHING. He needed to blow off some steam.

Dean decided to go to the local bar, maybe what he needed was just to get laid and forget all about Cas..or whatever the hell his name was.

TO BE CONTINUED...

PREVIEW of Chapter 9 "Breaking the Invincible"

Breaking the habit by Linkin Park. Invincible by Adelitas way. Another two song chapter.

By the way, just decided to upload the next chapter's songs for the hell of it. :]

"Right now, the last thing I want to see is your face."

Castiel didn't understand, what had he done wrong? Not only had he almost died three times last night, but Dean was angry at him and Castiel didn't know why. "Dean?..."

"I get that you have to have all these little secrets, but did you think I was stupid? Did you think I wouldn't find out? What, you were going to just string me around for fun and then laugh it up later? Your a dick, you know that. "

"Dean. "

"I mean seriously, spewing off all these stories about being a hit-man, probably a bunch of bull, can't believe I believed you to begin with. I really am an Idiot..."

"Dean."

"Talking about all these things, bet you don't even have any family members. Cause they certainly don't exist in the database."

"DEAN!"

"What!" Dean looked at Castiel, anger making his blood boil. Castiel raised a fist, but instead of punching him, he slapped him.

"Snap out of it, I don't understand a word your saying. Dean, your not making any sense."

That was the last button that Castiel could push. Dean shoved him against the wall, pressing his hand against his throat. Cutting off his air supply.

"I don't appreciate being played around with. Here I thought I had commitment issues, but you take the cake. Your an asshole. Married, have a kid and your off doing I don't know what with me. Should be ashamed of yourself."

Castiel couldn't breath. Last thing he wanted to do was actually hurt Dean... but, he did what came naturally. Breaking the hold far to easily that Dean had had on him, he reversed their positions. "Dean. What. are. you. talking. about?" His voice deep, filled with authority.

"Oh gee, I don't know James, take a guess." Dean sneered the name.

"Dean... my name is Castiel." Then it clicked for him. "Oh.. geez, Those documents were falsified for the mission I was working. We figured they'd do a background check. Amelia and Claire are both in the organization... Dean. You have to believe me. "

Dean's eyes widened and suddenly he looked extremely guilt ridden.

"Cas... you have to forgive me.. I did something bad."

So there you have it, another chapter! Sorry for the long wait. Please review and tell me what you think!