A/N: This is my first Supernatural fanfic. There will be 2 or 3 chapters. The idea just came to me this morning. Please let me know it you like it. Also I don't own the characters, as I'm sure you all know.

Dean Winchester slammed the door to the motel shut. He was so angry he didn't know what to do. How could Castiel just leave them like that, leave him. Dean had prayed for him to come and help them, but – nothing. He hadn't heard form him in weeks. Same with Sam. He had tried praying too, same result.

"He's a coward." Dean whispered as he walked to his bed and sat down. "A liar. That son of a bitch! If he really cared he would be here now."

He laid down on his back, looking up on the ceiling. Somehow Dean knew he didn't believe what he said. He hadn't lost all hope on Cas yet. Cas got him out of hell for god's sake. But why would he do that if he were to leave him at a time like this?

Dean found he couldn't just lie there forever. He got up and took a beer out of the fridge. He needed air; he needed to clear his head.

Outside it was chilly. The stars were shining bright on the night sky. It was a beautiful night, though Dean wasn't able to appreciate it. He took a sip of his beer. The only thought going through Dean's head was how Cas could betray them like that. And more important, betray him.

Dean grabbed his phone out of his pocket. He figured maybe talking to someone would get his mind off things. Besides, he had no idea where Sam was.

Sam picked up after the second ring:

"Hello?"

"Sammy, it's Dean." He said relieved Sam picked up so quickly.

"Dean, hey. Where are you?"

"I'm at the motel. And where are you?"

"I'm at a bar."

"You? At a bar?" This was unusual, Dean thought.

"Yeah."

"Alone?"

"Well, yeah. Why? Shouldn't I be? It's not that unusual. People go to bars alone all the time, you know!"

"Okay. Fine I guess. I was just wondering, is all." He almost wanted to laugh at his little brother. Almost.

There was a silent break before Sam spoke again. "Hey, Dean… Are you okay?"

Dean turned serious again. "Fuck" he whispered. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be? I'm great."

"You sure? You seemed pretty pissed back there."

"You heard me! I'm great!" his anger getting more clear in his voice.

"Fine, I just thought –"

"Well, you know what Sam? You thought wrong!" He was almost yelling now.

"Dean?"

Sam's voice was low and caring. Dean didn't answer.

"I'm sorry. For everything."

"There's nothing you can do about it Sammy. See you later." Dean hung up.

Obviously the phone call didn't help. He was still just as angry, if not angrier than before. He looked up at the stars in the sky. Maybe Cas was there looking down on him? Probably not. That bastard didn't care about him. How could he have been so wrong about him? How stupid to trust an angel.

Taking another sip off his beer, Dean got inside again. He put the bottle on a little table that was already occupied with stacks of old books and papers.

He sat down on the bed again, supporting his elbows on his knees. "Cas, you asshole! Why?" He felt empty. Like a part of him was missing. It was all Cas' fault, he thought to himself.

In a last minute of desperation Dean straightened up, closed his eyes, folded his hands and began praying, again. Hoping this time Cas would come. Giving some answers, at least.

"Castiel? You there? I know you can hear me! Answer me! How can you just leave us? Does the word 'family' mean nothing to you? We believed in you Cas, why aren't you here!? Please Cas… We need you… I need you." A tear fell down Dean's cheek. "You son of a bitch!" He yelled. "Sam and I've been praying to you for help and you do nothing. I'm begging you Cas, please… There are a lot of douchebags in this world, Castiel. I know, I was one of them. But I never thought you'd be one. So get your feathery ass down here so I can kick it!"

Dean opened his eyes and looked around. No sign of Cas. He stood up and walked over to the little table he had put his beer. "Bastard." He said in a low voice. Then he yelled, "I trusted you!" and in one movement he tipped the table so the books and papers flew everywhere and the bottle broke into a thousand pieces. The table was left broken on the floor. The probably had to pay for that, but Dean didn't care.

Falling down on his knees, tears ran down his chin. Why had Can even saved him from hell? As it was now he wished he was still there. It sure would feel better. He would never have met Cas, and he would not be betrayed and hurt this way.

"It's all your fault…" Dean was looking at his hands with tear-filled eyes. "Why wont you listen to my prayers?"

A/N: It's not my best work, but i like it. And that should be enough.