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They say that when an angel first presents themselves to you, that you instantly become overwhelmed with tranquility and grace; their glow brighter than that of the Sun, ever blinding yet peaceful.

Normally, Dean would argue the point. Saying some smart-ass remark that would justify what he was really thinking out loud and making him look like the smart one.

Except this time, he was finding the old saying to be perfectly true.

Because Castiel came to save him.

Shackled and broken, Dean was sentenced to torture beyond the measures of human nature; which consisted of nightmarish deeds that one only saw in horror films--but ten times worse.

His body was proof that, even in the depths of hell, time knew no bounds and no limits to what a tortured soul could endure.

As the angel started to approach, Dean felt his eyes beginning to brim. He never thought he would see something so beautiful, so majestic, that he would feel himself unworthy of being able to look upon such a creature with overwhelming affection.

The shame and guilt of it all was what finally broke him.

Especially when Castiel knelt before him and gently stroked his cheek, Dean's eyes closing and releasing the tears, that he gave a little gasp at the simple touch.

"You came for me," the older Winchester whispered. He felt the shackles release him, Castiel catching him in his arms as he fell forward.

"I did." Helping him stand, he held Dean's face in his hands. "I heard you calling."

Dean couldn't fight it anymore. He knees buckled and all Castiel could do was catch him before he completely fell to the ground; picking him up in his arms and turning to leave.

"I'm going to take you home."