Dean crouched protectively over Sam's unconscious body. They wouldn't be safe for long. Death was coming, he could feel it, closer and closer, then – stop?
"Who are you to stand in the way of Death?"
"I am Castiel, Angel of the Lord, protector of the Winchesters."
"How can you protect them when you can barely maintain your shield?"
"I will give my life for them."
Small laugh.
"Very well."
The air suddenly felt heavier, forcing Dean lower over Sam. Then it lifted. Castiel appeared, stumbling and bleeding. "He's gone."
"Nice job title." Dean smirked.
Castiel fainted.
"I mean it. Thanks"
