Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural… and it really stinks.
This is my first story with Castiel. I saw when they first brought him in but not a lot after but I love him so here goes my best. Please review!
Castiel breathed in deeply. Judging by the sound of their feet there were about seven of them. They had all been hired by the one in the front. He was the one with the angel killing knife. Castiel picked up his ringing phone.
"Sam. I failed to save Dean. I am sorry." He hung up the phone to the sound of Sam shouting into the mouthpiece. For a slight second Castiel thought of leaving, saving himself, taking the easy way out. A moan echoed in the room causing Castiel to glance away from the menacing man in front of him. Dean lay in the corner. Dean blinked and opened his eyes.
"Cas? Is that you?" He mumbled.
"Yes, Dean. I have come for you." He couldn't leave. Even if the world would cease to exist Dean would have saved him anyway as if Castiel himself was Dean's brother Sam.
"Shut up, Demon!" The hunter cried, "We actually captured this one to get at Sam Winchester. He's the one on our list, but you are the next best thing."
"I promise you, I am no demon." Castiel said calmly.
"The one who told us about Sam Winchester told us you would say that. That's why he gave us this." He gestured to the knife.
"Cas, get yourself out of here!" Dean sat up, obviously in pain. Castiel's jaw clenched.
"Would you leave?" Castiel stated bluntly. Dean started choking and gasping and Castiel's normally unchanged face slipped. He lept for Dean, the attackers leaped at him then the wall Castiel had been facing burst and exploded all over. Castiel spread his wings to block himself and the injured Dean. He winced when something hit him in the back. Pain laced his back and he collapsed on Dean and black touched his vision.
"Cas!" He heard behind him. He turned his head to see Sam behind him and the wall covered impala he had driving into the room. All the others had been run over by the car. Castiel grimaced at the long gashes in the paint and metal.
"Dean's going to kill you, Sam." Cas smiled, It had been a long time since the last time he felt that.
"I know. Come on." He helped Castiel stand and threw one of Castiel's arms across his shoulders. Sam helped him to the car and watched as he folded his wings. Sam frowned.
"Cas, your back!" Castiel's eye's watered with pain. He had been stabbed with the angel killing knife. It hurt. So did his wings. The shrapnel had sliced at his feathers, ripping a lot of them out.
"Go get Dean." Castiel whispered, his deep voice pitching up an octave in pain. Sam nodded but before he could move a chain wrapped around his throat. Sam grabbed it and fell into the fight out of Castiel's view. He could hear Sam Fighting and griping at the attacker.
"You…made the wrong… decision… Cas! Get Dean… Drive away. Go!" Sam choked then Cas heard a loud Smash. As the fight continued Castiel crawled over to Dean and put one of dean's arms across his shoulders, much as Sam had. Dean grunted but made no protest as they leaned on each other and hobbled painfully to the car. Dean fell into the backseat, tears streaking his face. Castiel saw a deep gash in Dean's shin and another on his forearm and across his chest. From the soaked back of Dean's shirt Castiel knew there was one on his back as well.
Castiel's eyes watered as he sat painfully in the driver's seat. He saw that Sam was on the trunk struggling with the man with the chain. Castiel started the car and drove backward as fast as he could then stomped the brake hard. Sam and his attacker rolled off. Castiel knew that Sam would get the upper hand now, and he did. Soon Sam was up and walked to the front, sitting heavily, slamming the door loudly after hitting his head on the doorframe.
"Drive like hell, Cas, before another one gets up." Sam rubbed the bruise forming on his throat. Castiel turned to Sam and smiled.
"I do not understand your reference. Hell cannot drive."
Sam got out and went around to the driver's side, shoving Castiel to the shotgun seat. Castieal heard the engine start and leaned on the window.
"I'll get you two out of here, safe and sound. I'll take care of you." They heard Dean stirring in the backseat.
"Awe, thanks mom. Do you think later we can talk about the way babies are made?" Dean coughed out.
"You already know how that is, Dean." Castiel stated, wincing with the pain. He was glad his brothers were safe. Sam had come just in time. A new set of tears poured down his face. What was that? Castiel was sad. And ashamed.
"Cas. This wasn't your fault. If you hadn't come when you did then I would be dead." Dean said, sitting up in the back seat, as if reading Castiel's mind. Castiel smiled.
"Thank you, Dean." He closed his eyes and fell into the darkness of what he hoped was sleep but would be ok if it was death.