Spoiler Warning! Well, if you're reading this you're getting spoiled anyways so I doubt you care very much. But, anyways, the phone call between Dean and Castiel came from the recent spoiler clip. I definitely recommend watching it before reading this because it's waaaaay funnier to watch! You can find it on YouTube: Supernatural 5x04 - The End Clip 01 : )

Anyway, hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 2

Dean Winchester was used to crappy days. Being a hunter you tend to have more crappy days than good days. And, at this stage in his life, Dean was pretty sure he had encountered every crappy day one could have. These included his mother dying in a fire caused by a demon, his father dying because he sold his soul for him, his brother dying because of the demon that killed their mother, and then, finally, being torn to shreds by hellhounds and dragged into the bowels of Hell. OK, there isn't really much else to top that one for crappy days. Oh, wait. Knowing that you started the Apocalypse definitely ranks right up there as at least Crappy Day #2.

So Dean knew crappy days. And while today wasn't quite up there on the scale, it had quickly ranked in his Top 20. It began with a phone call from his brother, Sam. Sam wanted to reconcile, wanted to prove to Dean that he had really turned over a new leaf this time. That he acknowledged his past mistakes involving the demon blood and now knew he didn't need it anymore or want it. He wanted to hunt with Dean again.

Unfortunately, Dean was tired. And hurt. He knew Sam meant what he said, he could hear it in his brother's voice, but Dean couldn't get past all of the pain Sam had caused him. He had watched Sam walk away from him too many times before. He had been hurt by Sam too many times before. And he didn't want to get hurt. Not again.

So he had said no. He said that he just wasn't ready yet and Sam would just have to give him some more time. It had hurt to say it and Dean knew that it hurt Sam to hear it, but Dean wouldn't back down. It wouldn't be fair to either of them if he did.

Then came the phone call from Castiel regarding the Colt. It was certainly unexpected, but leave it to Castiel to make it entertaining! Well, at least his phone call had made Dean's day a little less crap-tastic. He couldn't help but admit to himself just how cute he found Castiel when the angel was desperately trying so hard to figure out human things. And the cell phone was definitely one of them.

"WHAT!?" Castiel had yelled through the phone into Dean's ear. Dean could hear a large truck rumble by in the background and he had to hold the phone away for a minute so Castiel wouldn't hear him start giggling like a little kid. "Wha- Dean?"

Dean could hear the frustration in Castiel's voice and while he felt bad that Castiel was having such a hard time, well, it was pretty damn funny!

"I didn't-… I didn't get that," Castiel said finally after the truck had gone by. Now Dean couldn't help his snickers.

"You know, it's kind of funny talking to a messenger of God on a cell phone. It's like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped."

Apparently Castiel really wasn't seeing the humor in this situation.

"This isn't funny, Dean!" Castiel snapped back, his tone very anxious. "The voice says I'm almost out of minutes!"

"OK! Alright!" Dean replied, although he actually thought this was quite funny and had several quips on the tip of his tongue regarding the "Voice," but decided it wouldn't be so funny if Castiel ran out of minutes before he knew where Dean was. He made a mental note to give Castiel some money and teach him how to put minutes on his phone next time he got the chance. "I'm telling you, Cas, the Mook's have melted the gun down by now."

"Well, I hear differently," Castiel retorted confidently. "And if it's true… and if you are still set on the insane task of killing the devil then this is how we do it."

Dean sat wearily on his bed. "OK. Where do we start?"

"Where are you now?"

"Kansas City…" Dean looked around and grabbed the key ring for his room that had the motel's name and room number on it. "Century Hotel, Room 113."

"I'll be there immediately."

Dean inwardly groaned. "Whoa whoa whoa! No no, come on, man! I just drove 16 hours straight! OK? I'm human! I've got stuff I've got to do!"

"What stuff?" Dean could hear the skepticism in Castiel's voice.

"Eat, for example. And in this case, sleep! I just need, like, four hours once in awhile, OK?"

"Yes," Came Castiel's reply.

"OK, so then you can pop in tomorrow morning ."

"Yes," Came the reply again.

Dean looked at the phone wearily and flipped it shut before Castiel could say anything else. He enjoyed the angel, he really did. But sometimes he wished he understood human needs a little bit better and know when things like breaks were needed.

He sighed and got up. He decided he should grab something to drink for morning since he knew Castiel would be there at the crack of dawn. He went outside of his motel room to the soda machine, trying to clear his mind so he would be able to sleep later on. He was digging through his change when he felt a light breeze and heard a voice behind him.

"Hello, Dean."

Nearly jumping out of his skin Dean spun around to see the source of the voice. He groaned in disgust when he saw the figure standing there.

"Oh God, not you!" Dean said in annoyance.

Zachariah smiled politely and took a step forward. "It's good to see you again, Dean," he replied, ignoring Dean's tone.

Dean shook his head furiously and began backing up.

"Get the hell away from me, asshole," Dean growled furiously. "How the hell did you manage to find me?"

"Oh, it was easy really. I just tracked your phone call from Castiel."

Figures. "Well, after the shit you pulled last time you can forget ever getting my help. I'm not letting some other asshole angel use me as his meatsuit, got it? Besides, I saw what happens afterwards and there's no way I'm gonna spend the rest of my life like that! So just go away and leave me the hell alone!" He spun around and began walking back to his room.

He heard Zachariah sigh heavily behind him. "Dean, I don't believe you fully understand what is at stake here."

"I understand just fine!" Dean snapped back.

He had just reached his door when he jumped in surprise as Zachariah suddenly appeared in front of him, leaning calmly on the door.

"No," Zachariah said calmly. "I really don't believe you do. Because you, Dean, are a man who needs to see the facts laid out in front of you for you to believe it. I don't think you can truly comprehend what effect your decision is going to have on all of mankind in the years to come."

Dean huffed out an annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes. "And what the hell is that suppose to mean?"

Zachariah smiled knowingly. "It means this," he said and reached out and touched Dean's forehead with two fingers.

Dean didn't even get a chance to respond.