Author: SeekerOfTruths

Summary: Set one week after Lazarus Rising: Sam is growing distant; Dean is trying to cope with being brought back; and the world's heading to hell in a hand basket unless a certain angel can lead Dean to accept his duty and destiny.

Rating & Warning: T

Author Note: Ugh… It's been over two weeks. Sorry, things have been complicated and I've had about as much desire to write as I've had to breathe these past few weeks, which is why nothing has been written. And this is a short chapter, but I did bring in Uriel. I know we haven't met his character yet on the show, but the scene oddly enough called for him. So, let me know what you think about him. I'm probably going to end up re-writing this chapter later at some point. I hope you all enjoy chapter 5. And let me know what you guys think. Hopefully, I'll be back to updating once or so a week

This chapter was pretty much written in one night and I'm about to drop dead. I have to wake up for class soon. However, getting this chapter up is very important because I do owe a chapter to readers, but more importantly I owe a certain precious someone an apology, she knows who she is. I'm so sorry. I'm not sure what I did wrong, but I'm truly sorry for it. I know I'm not very strong, but I had no right to break down in front of you like that.

Disclaimer: Kripke owns Supernatural. I own nothing…

"Sam…" Dean said softly as he sat down on the side of the motel bed next to the younger Winchester. His brother slept deeply, unresponsive. "C'mon, Sammy, we needa talk now." He gave his brother's shoulder a shove and ducked as Sam instinctively threw a punch. "Geez, think you're worse than me in the morning," he grumbled and sat back down.

It only took a moment for Sam to recognize it was just Dean. "Yeah, well… it's early…" the younger brother muttered, sitting up.

"Dude, it's nearly eleven, early's like four," Dean replied. He grinned, but then gained a slightly more serious expression. "Can you look me in the eyes and tell me you were only drinking last night?"

"Of course… what else d'ya think I could be doing?" Sam muttered, being careful not to meet his brother's eyes.

"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" He met his younger brother's gaze and held it. "You keep pushing me away. And you can't even look me in the eyes. I wanna believe you, but you've gotta give me a reason…"

"I'm your brother. Why can't you just trust…"

"Because I can see it in your eyes. You're lying to me; you've been lying to me. Come on? The way you've been acting; something's going on. I want to hear the truth from you, Sam." Dean stared his brother down.

"Dean…" Sam shook his head and moved from the bed. "Soon… okay? I just need…some time to think." He clutched his briefly, feeling a headache forming. "Please, I'm just gonna take a walk… I'll be back in an hour, I swear." The younger brother hurried to the door and ran off.

For a moment, Dean thought of going after him, but he remained where he was standing staring at the open door. He curled his hands into fists, flew at the nearest wall, and began wailing on it until the knuckles on his hands were nearly rubbed raw.

Castiel moved over to his charge slowly, placed his hands down onto the hunter's shoulders, and pulled him back from the wall. Dean spun around and grasped the folds of the angel's trench coat and stood there uncertain of whether or not he wanted to punch the angel, as well. "You could have gone after him," Castiel said softly, cautiously placing his arms around the taller man. He knew that Dean could start fighting him at any point, but felt that wasn't going to happen.

"Yeah… but he's coming back. I need to believe him…" Dean muttered. His fists were clenched so tightly around the lapels of Castiel's jacket that his hands shook.

"I understand," the angel replied softly. His calm blue eyes took in Dean's troubled green with compassion. He quickly moved a hand to touch Dean's forehead with two fingers. "Rest now, Sam will be back soon, I'll wake you." Castiel held his charge's body gingerly as Dean's grip slackened and he went limp. Carefully, he swept Dean's sleeping form into his arms and carried him over to the bed where Dean had slept the night before. He laid him down gently and covered him with a blanket. "There are angels watching over you," he whispered as he kissed his charge's forehead gently.

"Certainly…" A male voice spoke from across the room. "But from my perspective, you seem to be neglecting your other duties…"

For a moment, Castiel stopped breathing as he turned around. "Hello, Uriel," he replied softly. He went down on one knee, bowing respectfully to the angel that ranked above him.

"Rise. I'm awaiting your explanation. You have not been out in the field supporting our brothers," the archangel said. He moved from the door frame, closed the door, and walked smoothly, in the vessel of a man that looked younger than Castiel's vessel, across the room to Castiel

"…I…" Castiel stood up slowly. This body was briefly seized by fear and with good reason, but Castiel ignored it. He shook his head and met Uriel's eyes with a serious expression. "I was doing my duty here as our Lord instructed," he replied steadily. Any sign of weakness in front of this angel commander could result in severe punishment.

Uriel smiled smugly and walked until he was standing next to Castiel. He tilted his head to look at the sleeping hunter before fixing his gaze on the lower-ranked angel. "Interesting… so, this is him…" It was spoken as more of a statement than a question.

"Yes, he's Dean Winchester." Castiel held the commander's gaze.

"He looks fragile," Uriel replied distastefully.

"He's strong. God believes in him…"

"But does he believe in God?" Uriel watched Dean sleep for a moment. He shook his head. "Human bodies are too flimsy… we should end this war as we ended wars like these in the old days… this is vile. In our true forms we could…"

"Cause massive destruction to this world. The Lord instructed us to use willing vessels to keep the devastation to a minimum," Castiel cut the commander off.

"I am familiar with His instructions, Castiel. Mind your tongue; I am not opposed to removing it for such insolence." The archangel met Castiel's eyes with a cold and serious look.

"We are here to do the Lord's work, now isn't the time or place to impose the hierarchy." Castiel appeared equally as serious.

"Hmp." Uriel shrugged and cast his gaze around the room. "And Samuel is where?"

"Out, and I think it is about time you left. This is my jurisdiction." Castiel knew that if Uriel met Sam there would be trouble. He was certain that the archangel would try to smite his charge's brother.