Narrator POV
For, months Castiel has been dreaming violent dreams. What he doesn't know is that someone else has been having the same dreams, but with a little twist. Castiel's dreams have been about god and the angles wanting him to obey orders again, or he will die a gruesome death. It's weird though, every day he seems to be getting weaker, and weaker. He is getting cut off from hevan again.
A few days later he can hear dean and Sam summoning him.
"Where have u been," Dean asked in a very inpatient tone.
"Somewhere...What did u need?" Castiel said.
"We have a lead on Crowley," Sam said to break the awkward silence.
"How do you have a lead on him, he's totally off the grid, according to angles" Castiel said confused.
"Well you probably don't have a lead on him but we have found someone who does, "said Dean.
"He was kinda stupid," a familiar voice said.
"Didn't cut off the demon tracker, but I know Crowley and it's a trap." Meg walked out from behind Dean and Sam. Cas couldn't sense her. He couldn't believe that he was getting this weak.
"Let's go get Crowley," Dean said.
"Cas zap us," Dean said with impatiens in his voice.
"Let's take the impala instead," Cas said, knowing that if he had zapped them to Crowley then that would take up, mostly, the rest of his power.
"Ok," Dean said with confusion.
They got in the impala and started driving. Dean was a little "worried" about trusting Meg, but after some convincing of Sam he had finally agreed. It was a very long talk but he eventually made a deal with Meg that once she helped them find Crowley then she would leave and they never see her again. Meg had agreed to this deal.
"Cas why couldn't you had zapped us to where Crowley was," Dean said.
Cas quickly made up an excuse.
"Because he has his angle deflector thing on and I couldn't have found him and zapped right in," Cas said really fast.
Castiel also said a bunch of confusing junk that he knew Sam, Dean and Meg wouldn't understand.
"O-k? That made so much sense," dean said with that stupid sarcasm in his voice.
Castiel's POV
Since dean was NOT going to ride on a plane we had to improvise and ride a boat instead. Crowley had picked a pretty good place to be hidden. A mysterious island in the middle of nowhere. We had to sneak in pretty good, so, after we had gotten sight on the island (thanks to my help), I had used some of what was left of my angel juice to zap us to a tree up in the air behind Crowley. That didn't work. Even though I tried my hardest to zap us there we ended up right in front of Crowley. He was with death.
"Hello how are you doing," Crowley said with his British accent.
"Please, come and have some of this coconut milk. it is quit delicious," Death said.
"We aren't interested in your milk assbut," I said with a smirk.
"Then what are you interested in? "Crowley said.
"Killing you, you son of a bitch!" Dean said while he was running over to him trying to kill Crowley.
Meg quickly stopped him.
What are you doing she was saying as she was dragging his sorry but back to where we were.
"Trying to kill him," Dean said very pissed off.
"And you didn't see the trap," she said with a smirk.
"WHAT TRAP!" Dean said.
"This one," she said as she swooshed her hands over to make the wind blow the sand away around an area in the middle of where they were standing and Crowley and death were sitting.
"DAMN IT, I hate it when your right," barked Dean.
"You have gotten weaker," Crowley inturupted to say to Meg.
Meg knew this was true she just didn't want to admit it.
"I might need a little more practice," Meg said with a smirk.
"How about a LOT more practice," Crowley was saying as he disappeared with death and everything with them. Including the island we were all on.