"You sure you did the ritual right?"  Castiel asks and Chuck gives him a look.  "Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?"

As if on cue, a loud rattling shakes the roof. Castiel and Chuck arm themselves with shotguns and take positions at the far end of the warehouse.

"Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind."  Castiel says trying to lighten the mood just a bit.  The door bursts open and a handsome man in a plaid shirt and many layers stalks in.

The light bulbs above his head shatter in a shower of sparks as he passes them. As he approaches, Castiel and Chuck both open fire, but the shots do not even slow him down. Castiel takes the demon knife as the man gets close.

"Who are you?"  Castiel asks.  "I'm the one who gripped your perky little ass and raised you from perdition."  The man says.

"Yeah. Thanks for that."  Castiel says as he rears back and plunges the demon knife into the man's chest. Dean looks down, unconcerned, and pulls it out, drops it to the floor. Behind him, Chuck attacks; without looking, the man grabs Chuck's weapon and uses it to swing him around. The man touches Chuck on the forehead with fingertips and Chuck crumples to the ground.

"We need to talk, Castiel. Alone."  The man says.

Castiel crouches over Chuck, checking his pulse. He glares at the man.

"Your friend's alive."  He says.  "Who are you?"  Castiel asks.  "Dean."  The man says.  "Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?"  "I'm an Angel of the Lord."  Dean replies.  "Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing."  Castiel says quite annoyed.

"That's your problem, Castiel. Ya got no faith."  Dean says with a smirk.

Lightning flashes, and on Dean's back great shadowy wings appear, stretching off into the distance. The light goes out and the image disappears.

"Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes."  Castiel says, eyebrows scrunched together.  "I did warn her not to look at my true form. It can be... Overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that."  Dean says a bit embarrassed.

"You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?" Castiel asks and Dean nods.  "Buddy, next time, lower the volume."  Castiel says.

"That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was apparently wrong."  Dean says.

"And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy male model?"  Castiel says exasperated.  "This? This is just a vessel."  Dean says fixing his shirt.  "You're possessing some poor bastard?"  Castiel says angrily.

"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."  Dean says crossing his arms.  "Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?"  Castiel says repeating the action.

"I told you."  Dean says frowning.  "Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?"  Castiel says pointing to himself.  "Good things do happen, Castiel."  Dean's expression softens a bit.  "Not in my experience."  Castiel mutters.

"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?"  Dean asks taking a step forward.  "Why'd you do it?"  Castiel asks.

"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you."