Dean burst outside the hotel room as soon as he heard the rev of the engine of his Impala. He ran towards the car and leaned on the hood with his arms spread out on it. He could feel the vibration of the engine beneath him. His moment of joy was interrupted by Sam yelling, "Dean! Dean! You need to stop hugging your car and move so I can park!"
Sam clamored of the car stretching his legs. Dean ran to the car and sat in the seat with his head on the steering wheel muttering something erotic and sexy to the car. Sam slid into the passenger seat and slapped Dean.
"Bitch." Dean muttered.
"Jerk." Sam retorted.
"I got to find Cas." Dean said, changing to a serious mood quickly.
Sam groaned. "You mean we have to drive all the way back to Virginia, now?"
Dean gave Sam a death stare. Sam got the message. Dean turned the key in the car and quickly backed out of the hotel parking lot. Sam looked quite alarmed. Over the last few days, he had grown accustomed to driving at safe roads and not taking obscene short cuts that always end up getting someone hurt. Dean whipped past the bar, using a hand to salute it as he drove by. Sam was about to ask, but he figured it was probably for the better and brushed it aside.
The whole ride Sam was on edge. Sam knew what Castiel meant to Dean, and God knows what extents Dean would go to in order to save him. All Sam knew at this point was two things. The first thing being, hold on for your life – Dean's determined to get to Virginia. And fast. The second thing being, if Cas is in danger or hurt, Dean would make sure that they never saw another sunrise, so they should watch their asses.
Dean was speeding down the highway, going 80 mph when he came to a sudden stop, thrusting both Sam and Dean forward in their seats. A black-eyed duo stood in the street. Dean wasn't in the mood and honked his horn at them, but they didn't move. Dean sighed and knew that they could stop his car if he tried to run them over, so he drew his Demon Knife and stepped out of the car.
"Listen, you sons of bitches. I got places to be right now. So I'll give you one chance to spare yourself and get the hell out of my way." Dean yelled at the demons.
"Or what? You'll come at us with your knife? Oh the humanity! Hell's going to lose two demons. We're not even here to fight you." The female said sarcastically.
"Well then what are you going to do? Help me?" Dean asked dubiously.
"No, but we're here to warn you." The male demon responded.
"Warn me about what?" Dean said, knife still drawn.
"Why do you think we're running? There are archangels up ahead and many of them. They're all armed and prepared to kill any measly human come to rescue their little angel hostage. That means you." The female explained.
"Well. I'll tell you what. I can tell you right now that there is no force in all of heaven or hell that's going to stop me from protecting Cas. He's been through some real shit recently and he needs me. Cas is my best friend and I don't care what he's done. I'm going to be there standing behind him and protecting him. So those archangels can act tough now, but when I come, they're going to bend over and take it like a dog." Dean said, adrenaline flowing through his veins.
"Such confidence for a measly human and his brother." The female demon said. "Have fun getting slaughtered."
The demons moved off the road and Dean quickly accelerated to the Impala's fasted speed. Sam feared for their lives and they neared a twist Cliffside road. Sam knew there was no slowing Dean. Dean stared intently at the road. His jaw was tight and his breathing was heavy and loud. Sam hoped he was an accurate driver as they neared the Cliffside road. Sam closed his eyes and waited for them to die, but Dean made it across the bridge in one piece. Sam exhaled and sank down in his seat a little. A few hours later, Sam and Dean approached the sign that read, 'Welcome to Virginia'.
"We're near them." Dean said in a monotone voice.
"How can you tell?" Sam asked.
"I can feel it." Dean responded, lifting his sleeve to show the pink handprint on his shoulder.
"So you're saying your angel senses are tingling. Dean, since when can you 'feel' angels?"
Dean glared at Sam. "I don't. I just feel Cas. It's like when we pray to him and he hears us. Well, now I think he's sending out an S.O.S. And I think he's sending it to me. Touch it." Dean explained.
Sam slowly put his hand on the handprint on Dean's shoulder then quickly pulled his hand back as a small poof of steam drifted off where he touched. Sam held his fingertips tightly then put them in front of the AC vent. Dean gave Sam the 'I told you so' look.
"Alright. I believe you." Sam said rolling his eyes.
"Then lets go find my angel." Dean said, fire lighting in his eyes.
As they neared the warehouse where Dean last saw Castiel, Dean began to cringe and placed his hand on his arm where the handprint was. The handprint was hot to the touch and burned on his arm. The Impala stopped a block away from the warehouse and Dean and Sam walked towards the warehouse. Two archangels guarded the entrance to the warehouse, where more were most likely stationed inside.
"I'm coming, Cas." Dean whispered under his breath. He felt a twinge in his arm as if Castiel were responding.
Dean grabbed a nearby rock and threw it at a tree by the warehouse, sending a nest of birds squawking and flying. Dean, with Sam's Angel Blade also in hand, quietly snuck behind the angel nearest to him. He slit the throat of that angel. As the second angel turned and saw him, Dean plunged the other Angel Blade into the chest cavity of him. The angels lay dead in the grass, their black wings imprinted and vivid against the bright green.
"That was for Cas and whatever you've done to him." Dean said, glaring at the dead bodies.
Dean motioned for Sam to come towards him. Sam got on one side of the double doors and Dean got on the other. They each cracked the door open just enough so they could each see through. When Dean said that there would be backup inside, which was an understatement. There were rows and rows of angels all blocking access to a small room with many locks on the door.
"That must be where they're keeping Cas." Sam said. They gently shut the door and retreated back to the Imapala.
"We can't take all those angels out with two angel blades. Those demons back there had a point. We really are just human." Sam said.
Dean looked at Sam sternly. "You know what this entails."
Sam looked at Dean expectantly hoping for a different answer. "Crowley."
Dean put the finishing touches on the Devils trap and Sam began speaking the ritual. Crowley appeared and looked up.
"Really boys? Aren't we past this?" Crowley asked, gesturing to the devil's trap on the ceiling.
"Could you expect any less?" Sam asked.
Crowley turned around at the sound of his voice. "Well hello, Moose. Always a joy seeing you." Sam and Dean's eyes bore into Crowley's sides.
Crowley sighed. "I take you didn't call to ask me out on a date then. Our chemistry would be fantastic, Moose."
Dean took a deep breath. "Crowley. We're need to make a business deal.
