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Chapter 2

"Zachariah congratulates you, Ambriel."

I sit cross-legged in the field, just outside Pontiac in Illinois, my hands clasped together peacefully

"Is he well?"

"He is." Castiel stands behind me to the right of my shoulder, his hands behind his back. I smile.

"Send him my greetings; I haven't seen him in such a long time."

"Understandably," Castiel chuckles "you have been given your orders and mustn't return until they have been completed." He turns to leave but I spin around quickly

"What about you? Must you leave?" I lean towards him "You shall leave me lonely, brother."

"And you shall leave me disobedient, dear Ambriel" Castiel laughs and places a hand on my shoulder "I must leave, and you must work, my sister. You are not yet used to complete devotion and obedience, but you will learn."

"I know, and I'm sorry. Go, I shall see you when I next see you."

"You know that doesn't make sense, right?" I laugh under my breath, and pull my brother into a hug

"Yes, I do, now go, before we are both punished." I release him and Castiel turns to leave once more before I stop him again "Oh, and Cas', try and find a vessel soon; we really must catch up soon."

Castiel smiles weakly before he bids me goodbye and departs. A moment of silence passes before I turn back to my task and settle Dean Winchester into his grave. I have grown close to Dean Winchester, although we have never conversed a word to one another, and although Castiel has warned me against growing a relationship with a mission, I can't help it.

If he is to be our saviour, then I wish to help him, whether it means sacrificing myself or my divine rights to restore peace on all Earths. I smile weakly at his sleeping form, and try to banish the memory of his burning eyes from my mind. I go to lay a gentle hand to his cheek but stop myself before I can: My contact with his shoulder has left a visibly nasty mark, although my hands are petite and my arm thin around his waist, and even so, I wish not to go against my brother's word if I can help it. I never wish to see him so disappointed with me.

I sigh and he begins to stir, so I hurriedly recover his grave and leave the site, cursing myself for leaving such an obvious symbol of my presence: the crop circle around the grave of fallen trees weren't of my doing, yet it shows unnatural intervention, and Castiel shall scold me for it. So I sigh and watch Dean Winchester breathe the air of the Earth for the first time in forty years from afar, a small smile playing against my lips.

His voice is hoarse when he begins to shout from help, and I frown in sympathy. I have been asked not to help him, and I've already placed a lighter on his person, which Castiel told me was pushing boundaries, but I stuck to my guns and when I hear the flick of the lighter, I sigh in relief. Dean Winchester begins push at his coffin, and as an onslaught of dirt collapsing on top of him, I can't help but laugh.

"It is hardly graceful to laugh at another's misfortunes."

"Neither is it graceful to sneak up on another."

"You heard me coming."

"This is true." I laugh and turn around "You are back so soon, Castiel? And I see you have found a vessel."

"Yes," Castiel brushes down his vessel's tan trench coat "I quite like him, although he is a tax accountant, his thoughts are selfless."

"That is surprising. So, now you're the Holy Tax Accountant? I quite enjoyed the Holy Garbage Man from before; he was a lot...easier to hold onto."

"Very humorous today, aren't you? I think you'll find that I'm still just as huggable and I have shinier eyes-"

"Yes, because shiny eyes and dark hair make you so much better, Castiel." Castiel laughs and decides to leave the conversation for another time, instead refocusing on Dean Winchester, whose mud-clad form has clambered out of the grave, panting heavily and is walking down the road leading to shop, which Castiel made sure was abandoned at least a week beforehand.

He's breaking into the shop and I smile as he comes closer to inhaling the water he finds in the fridge instead of drinking it. And when he walks towards his own reflection in the mirror, I hold my breath. Sensing my anxiety, Castiel takes my hand and we watch intently as Dean Winchester lifts his shirt to find a deep red line across his stomach, frowning slightly at the sign of no other visible marks from Hell Hounds, before he lifts the rest of his shirt to find my deep red hand print branded on his shoulder. He gasps and puts it back down, before continuing to rifle through the store. I let out a deep breath.

"All is well, Ambriel, and you mustn't worry."

"I must go and explain it to him, Cas'."

"Explain what?"

"Oh, I don't know," I mutter sarcastically "maybe the fact that he has an angel's handprint on his shoulder and he was dragged out of Hell to save the world."

"No, Ambriel;" Castiel warns firmly "now is not the time. Soon."

"No, Castiel." I turn to him, and smile apologetically "I'm sorry."

He calls after me but as I get nearer to the store from my viewing point above, his voice becomes a distant memory. My arrival sends the store's electric appliances haywire, and Dean Winchester becomes suspicious, going to grab some salt and line the entrances with it.

I laugh and go to tell him that it's okay, and there's no harm, but my voice shatters the glass inside the store and sends Dean Winchester sprawling to the ground. I gasp and go to help him, but he's now on the floor, screaming in agony and clutching his ears, so I retreat with a horrified expression back to my viewing point, where Castiel doesn't look me in the eye.

"I didn't mean to. I-"

"You disobeyed my orders."

"And for that I am sorry, Castiel." I look to him, but he stills looks at Dean, who is on the phone to Robert Singer "Will you look at me?" He bows his head and doesn't speak, so I place a hand to his shoulder "Castiel."

When he looks to me, his eyes are disappointed "Find a vessel, Ambriel, before you go charging in again." He goes to leave

"Castiel, wait, I'm sor-"

"I forgive you, sister, because I love you and so does the Father, but your foolishness often clouds your judgment." He sighs but looks to me with a small smile "Watch over Dean Winchester as you do yourself or your Father."

"Or you."

"Yes, or me. I love you, Ambriel, take care."

"And you, Castiel." And by the time I turn back to Dean, who's leaving the store in a battered car, I know that my brother has left.