(A/N: Hilo everybody! This is just a random fic I'm writing based on a dream I had a million years ago. All I remember is Cas with two kids and I think they were on a boat. I don't know if I'm gonna write them on a boat or not though. Maybe. So here's a little clip of what's to come. And I think I'll start regularly publishing in July. I just wanna give myself time to think up a bit more plot, cuz like I said, this is based entirely on a dream I had (also a bit of original writing obvs) which will be why some things could get a bit cray cray, so just bear with me here folks. Okie, I give you chapter(?) one, The Mission!)

There was a knock at Castiel's motel room. He found this odd, as no one knew of his location. Or, he at least hoped.

He held his angel blade behind his back in case of any trouble, which was almost a guarantee in his experience, and he opened the door. He couldn't tell if it was demon or angel or human, as he was now human. There was a man outside his door who looked to be under distress. He was breathing heavily, a look of panic in his eyes.

"Can I help you?" Castiel asked, gripping his blade a bit tighter.

"Don't you remember me?" The man asked with an English accent, out of breath.

"Should I?"

"Oh. Right. You're human now. How's that working out for you?"

He was definitely ready to attack if need be. "Who are you?"

"Malachi. Remember me?"

Castiel's face lost all expression. "You can't be. Malachi is dead."

"Well, here I am. And I need your help with something."

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"You don't. But sometimes, Cas, you gotta have faith."

Cas scoffed. "I have faith in the fact that Malachi has been dead for years."

"Well, either way, I do need your help."

Cas wasn't prepared to believe that this was Malachi, but he'd listen. "Help with what?"

"Do you remember Margaret Horvath?"

That name sent chills down Cas's spine. "Margaret. Yes. How do you know of her?"

"Um, hello?" Malachi gestured to himself. "Malachi."

Cas sighed. "Okay. Fine. What about Margaret?"

"You remember her kid? Judith? Turns out, she had kids of her own. Can I come in now?"

"No," He deadpanned. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because her kids are in danger. They've got demons on their tails."

"What would the demons want with them?"

Malachi groaned softly. "Apocalypse."

"They play a part in the apocalypse?"

"Not the apocalypse. An apocalypse. Apparently, Edith and Parker Horvath have the key to creating a black hole in the center of the universe, which will, essentially, suck the whole of existence, well, out of existence."

Cas could see the gravity of the situation. "What is the key?"

"I'm not sure. I doubt they're even aware of it."

"What do you need me for? Why not find them yourself?"

Malachi forced a laugh, gripping his abdomen. "I'm not exactly in the best shape for it."

Cas understood. "You're injured."

"C-can I come inside now?"

Cas led him inside, closing the door behind him. Malachi sat at the small wooden table, taking deep breaths. Cas opened his jacket, lifting his shirt to examine his wound. There was a nasty stab wound that was glowing white from the inside.

"You are an angel. That doesn't make you Malachi."

"How else would I have known about Margaret and Judith? Huh? It's me, Cas."

"Where is Judith?" He asked, hoping he could possibly see her again.

Malachi's expression became one of sympathy. "So you haven't heard."

Cas cocked his head to the side, his eyebrows knit together. "Heard of what?"

Malachi sighed lightly. "Judith is... dead. It was a... brain aneurysm."

He was a bit shocked to hear this. He had a particular liking toward Judith. She meant a lot to him.

"Sorry, mate. I know you fancied her."

"That is not true. I never... fancied her." Cas denied.

"You kidding me? You were head over wings for that girl. And, if I remember correctly, you slept with her a few years back. How long ago was it? Well, I guess that's just a side effect of death; you start to forget things."

"And, evidently, dementia. I never had intercourse with her."

"That, my friend, is what they call denial." He began to cough weakly.

"What happened to you?"

"Demons. I should've been able to take them, but they ambushed me."

"Ambushed you where?"

"Judith's old flat. I was there retrieving this." He reached in his jacket pocket, pulling out an envelope, handing it to Cas.

"What is this?"

"It has information on the kids. I heard the demons were gunning for it, so I swooped in and nabbed it. And it only costed me my life."

Cas stared down at the yellow envelope. "That's quite a... Malachi thing to do."

Malachi looked up at him. "So, what, you believe me?" He sounded noticeably weaker.

Cas looked down at him. "I'm not sure."

Malachi coughed a bit more, blood spewing past his lips. "Oh yeah. You can confirm my death now, Cassie."

"You weren't followed, were you?"

Malachi huffed a laugh. "I'm on my deathbed and you're worried about an ambush. Typical Cas." He coughed some more.

"How did you know of my location?"

"I know a little witch. Pretty thing. I think you'd like her. Then again, you don't exactly 'like' anyone. Other than Judith of course."

Cas sighed. "I've changed, Malachi. I'm not the same Castiel you once knew."

"Oh, that's right. You're BFFs with the Winchesters, aren't you? You've got friends in low places, my friend. Where are those two, anyhow?"

"It is not of import." Cas murmured, remembering the way Dean told him he couldn't stay in the bunker. It kind of hurt, the way he was cast out like that. But he felt it best not to question Dean's motives.

"Anyway, I - I was the last... to see Judith alive," Malachi choked out. "I - I hoped to... heal her. But, trust me, she wasn't looking to be healed. She... she wanted me to... pass on a message to - to you."

"What did she say?"

He coughed weakly, barely managing to utter his last words. "She said... she wanted you... to take care of her children."

And he finally died, Castiel unable to bring himself to watch.