Going Solo

He ran after it. Arms strung at either sides. Running at full speed. Legs splashing through pot holes and jumping over wreckage. Catching up he grabbed the back collar of his itsand pulled it to the ground. It snarled and hissed up at him. Standing over it Dean reached into his jacket and pulled out his gun.

"Yeah, yeah. Shut it," he said and pulled the trigger. "Alright, that's the last of 'em," he said loudly stuffing his gun into his jacket all he heard was silence. He stood up right and looked around. "Cas!" He shouted.

Nothing.

Kicking the Croat to the side he walked back up the road and through an alley way. Calling out, but still nothing. Passing through the alley he came up to a another deserted area of the city. Nothing there but burnt buildings, abandoned stores, abandoned cars, and lifeless bodies piled up along side the road. Walking past one of the lifeless piles he saw it move and quickly pulled out his gun.

"Show yourself!" He shouted reaching for one of the car doors. Opening it he stood behind it, gun still pointed at his target. Suddenly he heard the pile starting to cough and he moved closer. "Who's in there?" He asked sternly.

"Dean..." A voice came weakly from the pile. Dean sighed thankfully and got down on his knees and started pulling corpses out of the pile.

Finally he reached Cas and helped him out.

"What the hell are you doing in a pile of dead Croats man?" He asked. Cas sighed.

"I was trying to stay hidden. I couldn't fight them all off on my own, Dean," he said wiping dry blood off his overcoat. Dean shook his head and cleared his throat, moving past it already. He pulled himself up and wiped off his hands on his jeans.

"Alright, well I think we got most of 'em. Now what?" He asked. Cas looked around noticing more Croats off down the road, too far for Dean to see. He bit his lip.

"We could split up, cover more ground, as you say," he said with a trying smile.

Dean scoffed. "Like I'm gonna let you out of my sight. No, that's not happening." Cas furrowed his brows.

"Dean, I'm no longer human. I'm an angel again I can protect myself now," he said calmly reassuring him. Dean glanced up at him.

"Oh you can protect yourself now, is that it? What you gonna do, Cas? Jump into another pile of dead guys, huh? Is that how you're gonna protect yourself?!" He shouted angry.

Cas stared at him speechless. He knew Dean didn't trust him alone after all that's happened, but he had to give him a chance. He had to.

"Fine. We don't split up." He said emotionlessly. Dean sighed.

"Alright, let's go then," he started, walking up the road, "We gotta set up camp somewhere safe and out of reach from them. Now I was thinking we could head to some stores and rummage through for some food and..." He paused, not hearing foot steps behind him, "Cas?" He said as he turned around. He was

gone. "Son of a bitch!" He shouted and kicked the ground.

. . .

Not far away, Cas dipped down alleys as a group of demons ran by. He knew splitting up from Dean might've not been the best idea, but he had to get to his Sam before Dean did. Before he saw what had happened to him. All Dean knew was Sam had gone missing weeks before the croatoan virus had started to spread. Naturally he assumened he'd got infected and didn't make it, but Cas knew the truth and knew better than to tell him.

Darting out of the alley he ran into one of the demons and fell back.

"Where's that hunter of yours, Cas?" She mocked.

Cas pulled himself up and kept his distance, "He's not here, Abaddon" he started, "So I suggest you leave before I regret what I'm about to do."

Abaddon scoffed, "You can't hurt me, Castiel. You're no archangel," she grinned at him. Cas let his angel blade slide down his coat sleeve.

"I didnt want to have to do this," he said and threw the blade straight at her. Landing through her chest she gasped.

"Oh boy, you better start saying your prayers, Castiel," she stressed, looking down at the blade sticking out of her. Cas' eyes widened and he started backward down the road. Abaddon cracked her neck and pulled the blade out of her chest. "Well? Don't just stand around me! Go after him!" She yelled and the lot of demons started after Cas.

Sprinting and splashing down the road Cas ran as fas as his vessels legs would let him before they finally gave out. Turning down a narrow road he stopped and watched the group if demons run by again leaving Abaddon behind. He waited a few before walking out and came face to face with her.

"You really think high of yourself, Castiel," she started, " But you can't kill a knight of hell." Cas raised his hands up to his waist hieght and stepped back calmly.

"Look Abaddon, I dont want trouble. Just tell me where he is and I'll leave you be," he said.

Abaddon shifted her weight and crossed her arms over her chest.

"So you know huh? And what makes you think I'm gonna tell you where he is?" She asked.

Cas sighed and lowered his voice to an almost whisper, "Look, I didn't want Dean to find out, but I wanna join him in destroying humanity and everything else in between," he said convincingly. Abaddon straightened her stance and walked closer to him. Studying him.

"Why would an angel like you want to join in destroying humanity?" She asked. Cas sighed.

"Because I see him in myself," his voice fading. Abaddon scoffed as he continued, "I've rebelled, I've caused heaven hell, I've been casted out. I've killed my own brothers and sisters and all thanks to those pesky humans I put my trust in."

Abaddon groaned, "Alright, alright. I get it you and your brother have a lot in common. Blah, blah, blah, fine. He's up the road near an old factory." She said. Cas nodded at her.

"Thank you," he said and started up the road.