The Angel sighed as he heard a knock at his door. He sat up and fixed his shaggy light blonde hair, moving his feet from his bed to the ground. It was a bit chilly but it was early in the morning. The angel got up and streached and moved over to his closet, pulling on a button up grey shirt; leaving the last few buttons near the collar undone. After pulling on some jeans he slipped on his converse before leaving his room. Ivan his attendant was waiting there. He was a tall man with brown hair and brown eyes. A plain man but he always got the job done. Ivan handed him a letter addressed to him. The angel took it, tucking his pure white, magestic wings against his back. He removed the seal and opened the letter, the old fashioned parchment crackling in his gentle fingers. The hand writing was smooth and legible...Familiar. The letter read: Dear Castiel, I have been informed that there is some conflict on earth that requires your attention. I am sorry to bother you seeing as you have been asked not to be botherd but this conflict cannot be ignored any longer. We pray for you speedy travel to Earth. Sincerily, The Arch Angel Michale Castiel tucked the letter into his pocket and gave Ivan a look that read: Seriously? Ivan nodded. "They are waiting...I would not keep them waiting too long." Castiel waved as he started to walk away, while Ivan was speaking. "Yeah, Yeah, I know...I'm going. Castiel to the rescue...Like Usual..."