Jailhouse Rock

Dean Winchester was fifteen. The jail cell around him was damp and a little cramped, but he didn't care. He tapped out a rhythm on the wall, closing his eyes and getting into the song. He was gonna be in here for a week - He might as well get comfortable. 

"What are you doing?" a gruff male's voice asked. Dean didn't bother to open his eyes.

"Elvis," Dean answered, "Jailhouse Rock. You've probably heard of it."

"I cannot say I have," the man chuckled.

"What? You been living under a rock?" Dean laughed, finally opening his eyes to look at the man before him. His laughter was cut short as he stared at him, wide-eyed. He recognised the man, the same beige trenchcoat and suit, the same messy dark hair. The same impossibly blue eyes. He didn't look a day older, but it had been nearly six years since he'd met him last.

"You can't be here," Dean swallowed, "How the Hell did you even know I was here?"

"So you do remember me," the man smiled a bit, "I was worried you would have forgotten - You were fairly young." 

"How the Hell did you know where I was?" Dean growled. He'd moved many times since when he'd met Castiel. The little town where he'd stolen the bread was just a distance memory, but the encounter was much harder to forget.

"I told you before - I am your guardian angel," Castiel replied.

"Why do I have a guardian angel?" Dean demanded.

"Because you are going to serve Heaven, Dean," Castiel answered, "You have been chosen."

"Yeah, that's great, but I don't want to be cuddling up with a bunch of fluffy-wings," Dean refused, "Besides. I'm in jail, incase you couldn't see."

"You and I both know you are plenty capable of escaping," Castiel stated, "And I could unwrite the cell from existance if that was truely the problem. But you are not needed at the moment, Dean, but you must be ready when the time comes - And alive."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean demanded.

"You have a tendancy to put yourself in peril," Castiel replied.

"You wouldn't understand," Dean hissed, turning his head away.

"You are acting on behalf of your younger brother," Castiel said, "The one who goes to school and lives a fairly normal life, considering his family abandoned him. It is expensive to educate him - You do what you have to to put him through school and to keep food on the table. I do understand."

"You know about Sammy?" Dean asked, warily, taking a defensive position.

"Indeed," Castiel confirmed, "And he will play his part in the coming events as well, Dean. As we speak, another angel is watching over him."

"Don't you go anywhere near my brother!" Dean shouted, jumping to his feet.

"Do not be alarmed, Dean," Castiel soothed, "Nobody wishes to harm your brother - We are simply protecting him while you are away."

"How come you aren't watching over him, then?" Dean demanded.

"I am not his angel, Dean," Castiel chuckled, lightly, "You musn't be worried, Dean. Your brother is in good hands - Now, you must take better care of yourself."

"Just... Go away," Dean sank back to the ground, arms crossed, "I can't deal with this purpose shit. Not while I'm behind bars."

"I will see you, again, Dean," Castiel assured.

"Hopefully not any time soon," he growled back, closing his eyes and trying to go back to his song. It didn't seem to have the same effect it did before Castiel had come.