Introduction
"Demons," Dean said under his breath. "Demons!"
He and Cas jumped up. Dean ran to get salt and Ruby's knife, and Cas stayed where he was, ready to brace whatever impact might burst through the door of their motel room.
"Hell of a time for Sam to go on a supply run," Dean muttered, pouring salt in the entrance to the room. He finished there and moved to the window.
He jumped when he pulled back the curtains.
"Shit!"
CRASH!
The window was blown in, and the demons were inside. Dean was cast across the room, landing haphazardly on a table, breaking it upon impact. Broken glass sprayed at him from the broken window, cutting his face. He put his hands up to do what he could to shield himself.
"The hunter and his fallen angel," one demon mocked. "Not so tough after all, I see."
"How's the sex?" another demon asked. "Better or worse upon Cassie's decent from heaven? Has he lost the spark?"
"Shut up!" Castiel shouted. He ran at the demons, ready to attack, but was cast backwards. He hit the wall hard – leaving a dent – and fell to the ground face first.
"Let's get down to business," a third demon said. "We're here on behalf of your favorite person."
"We're here to collect something valuable to him." A fourth.
"So. Where're ya' hidin' Sammy?" Yet another voice.
"Sorry," Dean said in a joking tone. "Sammy's not here right now. Feel free to leave a message after the 'beep.'"
The demons didn't like Dean's remark. All at once, they ran at him, all throwing punches, kicks, and whatever else they could to physically hurt Dean.
"Cas!" Dean sputtered. "Cas – help – Ca – "
Cas mustered up his strength and got up. With what little grace he had left, he expelled the demons. The five vessels, now empty of the demonic presence, fell to the ground – dead.
Cas fell over onto all fours. His nose was bleeding, and all of his strength had left him. He was breathing heavily, and every part of his body was in pain. He looked up. Dean was slumped over against the wall. His face was broken, his arms were twisted into an inhuman position, and one of his legs was pointing in the wrong direction. Cas got up, quicker than he thought he could, and stumbled over to Dean, falling down at his side.
"DEAN!"
Dean could hear yelling in the distance. Or maybe it wasn't that distant…He couldn't tell. He was close to blacking out, and someone was yelling for him. Desperately yelling. He didn't know who, and he didn't know why. He couldn't think, he couldn't see, and his hearing was almost gone.
"DEAN! NO!"
Dean slipped into unconsciousness, the last thing he heard echoing in his head.
"Dean. Please, God. Not Dean, not now."