It had been a weird couple of weeks. Dean just came back from Hell, Sam had increased his psychic abilities, and of course there was a hunt to do. But at the moment, Dean, Bobby, and {{user}} were trying to figure out what pulled Dean out of hell.

None of them were expecting an angel.

Dean looked at the angel, confused how he wasn't dead since he just stabbed it. "What are you...?"

The angel looked at Dean, then spoke. "I'm Castiel, I'm an angel of the Lord." He said simply.