Under the cut is a fic meant as a companion piece to the Supernatural episode Changing Channels, explaining where Cas was sent by Gabriel during the episode. It is also a precursor to the verse Holy Fire.

Warnings for blasphemy and torture. If either has the potential to offend, read at your own risk.

( Dean and Sam Winchester had been missing for days )

'Exclusivity' is a word that hadn't exactly come up in conversation, yet, but it was one that Cas was pretty much taking for granted. It figured, in his mind, that seeing as how Dean had physically pulled other guys off of him to make his point, it was fair play that he was allowed to do the same. He wasn't completely changed from the angel he had ( Read more... )

Castiel was confused, to put it mildly. He had honestly tried hard to do exactly what Dean had told him to do, at the feast that night, hadn't put a foot out of place. He'd sat in the right place, eaten and drunk to keep up appearances, had even kept his hands off of Dean because those sorts of behaviours were, apparently, not appropriate at the ( Read more... )

Being human, it turned out, was a far more complex process than Castiel had originally thought. The time he had spent watching Dean when he was still an angel had taught him the basics, but now it was becoming apparent that his understanding had been... limited ( Read more... )

Castiel has always been able to hear Dean's prayers. He's never told the Winchester, pretty sure that that would be a sure fire way of stopping the man from praying in the first place, but he hears them all the same. He's never been certain why, but he figures it's because he was sent to rescue him from Hell, and guide him afterwards ( Read more... )

Castiel hadn't been ready to return to the 21st century, but hindsight was a fantastic thing. When he'd awoken in the honeymoon suite Dean had placed him in, his only thought was on getting back to his own time, back to the Winchester brothers. He needed to make sure Sam was alive, than both he and his brother were safe. So, he'd gone, and he'd ( Read more... )

For the third time in as many minutes, Cas tugged awkwardly at his waistcoat, frowning at his reflection in the mirror. When had he suddenly got so... old? He raked an annoyed hand through his hair and sighed, before turning his eyes away and across the bedroom ( Read more... )

When Dean wakes up, it’s early. Too early. The motel room is pitch black, despite the paper-thin curtains, a sure sign that it’s not even dawn yet . For a moment, he’s bothered, angry with his own bodyclock for forcing him awake at this ungodly hour. That is, until his mind registers the feel of the body half next to him, half on top of him, one ( Read more... )

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Driving through an endless night ( Read more... )