Pauline S. Barr Supernatural Fan-fiction

Blacken eyes within Dean's skull glared down upon Castiel, who was visibly beaten and strained of energy; which he tried to maintain so that he could keep himself balanced, however it's obvious that the broken angel was struggling to do as such. While Castiel's condition nearly diminished, Dean stood adjacent to him, and he too was drained of energy but not of his determination to kill. Dean may had been injected with Sam's pure blood three times now as an attempt to cure the charred soul within, but before any further injections Dean was able to set himself free. Perhaps Dean had detached one of his hands so that he could have used to set himself free, a similar tactic that Abaddon used when she was captured by the Winchesters, or perhaps Crowley had been involved indirectly to Dean's freedom. However the case, Dean still had his drive to kill and only with little humanity to oppose it in his soul.
Had enough yet, Castiel? Dean jeered.
C-Cass. You call me by Cass, Dean. Castiel huffed out, holding eye contact with Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes as he advanced toward Castiel.
Right. Cass, Dean gripped Castiel with one hand and hurtled Castiel toward his face, who puts 'ass' in Cass. But it doesn't matter if I call you Cass or Castiel, the only thing that matters about you is that you're walking vessel of mistakes. I have made mistakes, Dean, but that doesn't mean I am the mistakes. Dean raised his eyebrows and chuckled with disbelief then preceded to give Castiel another punch to the face, still maintaining his hold on him.
Then what are you now? You used to be an angel, but you failed at that, then you tried to be God, obvious and biggest mistake right there. And don't forget that you kinda broke Sam's mental stability while being God. Castiel's face showed that he regrets that he had made the deal with Crowley about the souls, setting loose to the leviathans as result to trying to fix his actions, and especially harming the Winchesters in every form because of his foolish actions and ignorance. Castiel then gulped down his remembered pain and tried to ignore the present pain in his face and body.
I'm your friend. No you're not. Castiel nodded and soften his pained expression.
Correct Dean, I'm not your friend, I'm much more than that, well, specifically to you. And you need me, as you said before, and I need you. Hesitation befalls onto Dean. His charred-colored eyes blinked to his green eyes; those eyes alternated between Castiel's.
Since Dean was gazing into Castiel's eyes, trying to form up a response, he was unaware of Sam with holy water and the demon-proof handcuffs just behind him.
We're family. Said Castiel.
It was then Sam has splashed Dean with the holy water and quickly pinned Dean down and cuffed him once again.
And we're not going to let you be a demon. Sam said.
They resumed the demon curing.