For a nanosecond, Dean's mind hovered in that grey area between nightmare and reality.
Sam was being attacked by a horde of vampires, his body violated, his brother's precious life-blood bathing the ecstatic creatures in a red shower of delight.
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Castiel's bland face turned to Dean as if in warning. 'There's no time to save him. We must carry on. We have a duty….'
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Dean stared at the angel. All the anger simmering in his soul flaring up in one explosive moment.
'This is on you, Castiel. You let Lucifer possess you for some vainglorious reason of your own. A failed angel, you wanted to count for something!
It's your fault Jack was conceived. Your fault the door to the alternate Earth was opened. Your fault my brother is back there being torn to shreds. You started all this. YOU fucking finish it!'
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Dean's features were flush with anger, he was through being manipulated, used; through putting his life and Sam's on the line for others, most of whom didn't deserve their sacrifice.
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He turned away without a second glance, running back to his brother; the only thought in his mind to save Sam, or die with him.
The worlds go up in flames? Let them burn!