Dean sghed as Bobby sat across from him, whistling boredly.
"Are you sure you did the ritual right?" he complained.
Bobby gave him a stern look, and Dean looked away.
"Touchy..."
Suddenly the aluminium roof of the shed started rattling. They both looked up, rising cautiously.
"Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind?" Dean suggested.
A moment later the light bulbs began exploding, one by one. Both Bobby and Dean readied their shotguns as the wind picked up, and suddenly the main doors - held shut with a thick wooden plank - cracked and swung open. As soon as they heard footsteps they started shooting, both salt and iron rounds having zero effect on the newcomer.
By the time Dean grabbed Ruby's knife, the man was standing in front of him.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean demanded.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."
"Thanks for that," Dean said sarcastically, before plunging the knife into the man's chest.
His eyes widened when it had no effect - the man simply pulled it out and dropped it to the ground. Dean looked to Bobby for help, who lifted an iron rod and swung.
The man caught it with his right hand, turned, and placed two of his left fingers over Bobby's eyes. Bobby slowly fainted to the ground, and Dean's heart started racing. Finally, the man turned back.
"We need to talk Dean. Alone."
"Your friend's alive."
"Who are you?" Dean demanded.
"Castiel."
"Yeah I figured that much, but what are you?"
Castiel slowly looked up.
"I'm an angel of the Lord."
Dean's frowned deepened, and he slowly stood up.
"Get out of here. There's no such thing."
Castiel stepped forward a little.
"This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith."
Suddenly, lightning struck from outside, illuminating the back wall. On it rose the dark shadows of two giant wings, protruding from the man's - angel's - shoulders.
Once Dean had a moment to comprehend, he shook his head.
"Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes."
"I warned her not to spy on my true form," Castiel attempted to explain, "it can be overwhelming to humans. And so can my true voice, but you already knew that."
"You mean th gas station and the motel. That was you talking?"
Castiel nodded.
"Buddy next time lower the volume."
"It was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can percieve my true visage I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong."
"And what 'visage' are you in now? Holy tax accountant?"
"This?" Castiel looked down at his body, "this is a vessel."
"You're posessing some poor bastard?"
"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."
"Look man I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?"
Castiel looked confused.
"I told you."
"Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?"
"Good things do happen, Dean," Castiel stepped closer.
"Not in my experience," Dean said with venom in his voice.
"What's the matter?" Castiel tilted his head, staring Dean in the eyes.
"You don't think you deserve to be saved?"
"Why'd you do it?" Dean demanded.
Castiel hesitated, lowering his head a little.
"Because God commanded it," he said seriously.
"Because we have work for you."