The desperation in the Men of Letter's dungeon was getting at its highest point. Every breath had unspoken question and every scream was the answer. Dean was standing and breathing. Anyone could see that, but he was not there at all, nobody could see that. Well, we can exclude a younger brother from this phrase. Sam could and would see the panic on Dean's straight face. Because this was the face, when his brother pulled him out of fire, the fire when their Mom died, or the fire when Jess died, because he could not let Sam die just like them, and because he had to save his little brother, and because he "HAS" to save his brother right now. Honestly Sam would give anything to not to see this face. And it was good somehow that because Sam was not there. Correction, Sam was there, trapped in his own head, because Dean let an angel to take control, for saving him, just like pulling him out of the fire AGAIN. And that was the whole point right, that Dean was there, standing and breathing but obviously he was NOT there, standing and breathing.
Even the patience of Ex-king of hell was at stake. He did not know about the angel before him, who was staring with an ironic type of pain. They have been doing this since morning but obviously, when you are torturing the body of 'little Sammy Winchester', Dean would argue for a little bit longer, maybe a thousand mornings. And it was not good, because Crowley knows about Winchesters. Although the reason of his being 'afraid' was not only a bigger brother's growing tension. He had some other reasons too, Selfish reasons. He wanted to be cured and Moose was the only one, who would help. Crowley stood up from his chair and once again started to torture the angel for ordering to leave and once again, he knew the angel will say 'No' with a catastrophic smile.
Castiel was there too, like he has nothing else to do except standing and well, staring. When Dean told him the whole truth, he was shocked. Not because he did not expect this level of stupidity from Dean. Obviously Dean can become the head of all the idiots of this world, when it comes to save Sam. He was shocked because Dean has trusted on an angel. Just because The Angel told him that he is trustable. And since when Dean would listen to an angel, obviously, when Sam would be on Death's door, asking for a promise to make it permanent. "I did what I had to." Dean said and Cas could swear its truthfulness. He was sad, because once again, one of his brothers has broken the trust of a Winchester and once again, he will be the one to assist in killing his own brother because, once again he is on the right side. He is on the side of Winchesters.
"Well, haven't we been there before, It wasn't like I want it Dean. Stop this abomination. He is causing more damage to your brother than to me." The angle, once named Ezekiel, said after a sharp pain in his skull due to angel-interrogating drill machine.
"You sounded like you care for our dear Moose, Didn't you." Crowley snarled, trying to hide the desperateness. He was specialist of this. That's why Dean hired him for the job with just one tiny condition, 'NOT to harm the vessel'. "Was I the specialist?" Crowley was thinking the impossible ways of torturing angels without 'Touching' the meat suits.
The Angel smiled. "I was the one, who saved him. Remember?"
"He has a point." Castiel thought, but then again Dean would argue. And it happened as expected.
"You did not save him. You were there for your own plans. You misguided me. I trusted you and…" Dean was not going to stop but got interrupted.
"And I was right about your brother, about his condition and how he was ready to die. Or how he IS still ready to do it and I am making efforts again to save him and this time, you are not helping Dean." The unknown angel had that point again and caught Castiel's attention again.
"Who are you, by the way?" Castiel asked with his usual intense voice.
"I am your brother." The angel replied, just like he was looking for the question, or has been preparing for the question.
"Yes, I get that. How about a Name, the real one? I've never seen you in heaven, ever. So either you were on a long vacation or having fun in hiding?" Castiel asked, his time of being human has filled his tone with some sort of irony, and yes he was enjoying it.
"Depending on the level of your intelligence, you can consider both. I was on a vacation and having fun in hiding. You do not have to force your brain to grab it little brother." Unknown angel replied and screamed because Crowley had lost his endurance again.
"Wait, you said, 'little brother', how old are you?" Dean asked suddenly because, he could not see Sam's face screaming.
"Really Dean?" Crowley asked with a straight face. "Do me a favor, count zeros in the number, which he will give." Castiel glared. Crowley hissed. He was playing nice, like really nice and this was the ultimate prize.
"He's lying." Castiel said with a confined face. "His language preferences could tell that he is new in the world." He was sure.
"May be because I am 'New' to this world, as in the first time I've ever been on earth. Though, my time with Dean Winchester was good to know about the language. He could be a great English Teacher." Unknown angel spoke.
"Then, where have you been?" Castiel was losing patience. "You were not in Heaven." He was trying to reach the angel's mind, for Dean's sake, for Sam's sake, for his own sake.
"How can you be so sure?" It was looking like the tied up angel was the main interrogator. "That I was not in heaven, maybe I was there, watching you, and all the other angels and praying that someday, you will ask for me. Ask about a long lost brother, whose name has also been lost due to the unawareness."
For one moment, it seemed like the unknown angel was going to cry. It took a minute to all for rephrasing their guess that 'it seemed like the angel was going to blame Castiel for not knowing him'.
Dean laughed for that one moment. "Wao, an angel with a heart, you really are new to this world. Now talk about Sammy. Why are you riding his ass desperately, leave him alone." It was a plea in the costume of an order.