Part 2

Dean sat quiet. Sam didn't know what to say.

-Dean, look…he started.

-Sam, just don't okay. Leave it alone.

Dean sat at the end of his bed. The motel room was small and musty, with dark green walls and some cracks in the roof. Sam said nothing more, but went to bed giving Dean a worried look. He just sat there, staring at the floor. Thinking.

-I need you.

-I need you too.

Dean was angry. He was angry at Cas for letting him believe he'd never see him again, angry for even making him think it was a possibility that he would never hear his voice again. I need you too. The words rang in Deans ears and he closed his eyes, wrinkling his nose and forehead. Now the feeling of disappointment filled his body. Why was he angry. He couldn't possibly be angry at his best friend, how could he? He felt a small regret over his thoughts. After everything Cas had done for them, he had no right to be mad. Cas had sacrificed so much, and done everything he could to right his wrongs. The mistakes he made in heaven and here, on earth, had haunted him from the very first second he committed them. And he never let go. He never got past the feeling of letting the boys down, especially Dean, and even the thought of hurting them…it made Cas shiver. And Dean knew it. He knew what it did to him.

Dean stood up and trotted to the table on the other side of the room, and with force he shoved everything off of it, a lamp and Sam's laptop included. They hit the ground with a noise so loud Sam came running to see what was going on. He stood there in boxers and a tee, looking at the laptop, and then back up at Dean. He didn't look mad. Dean was waiting for Sam to yell something like "What the hell man?", but he didn't. Instead he looked sorry.

-Are you alright? He asked.

Dean sat down on a chair at the table and buried his face in his hands. He took a few deep breaths.

-I'm sorry, I'm just confused.

Sam just nodded gently, then bent over to get his laptop. He'd need a new one. It didn't matter.

-It's alright. I can get a new one anywher…Dean!

Sam gasped and Dean turned his head to him. What? Sam was staring at something behind him.

-If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right.

Castiel had a sharp, commanding tone in his voice. They sat in the Impala, on their way to the field where Crowley had said to meet them. Cas didn't even mind riding a car anymore. He wouldn't let these boys out of his sight.

-What do you mean?

Dean took his eyes off the road and glanced at Cas from the front mirror. Cas was looking elsewhere.

-We take out both Abbadon and Crowley, no matter what.

Crowley had been very helpful with finding Abbadon. He wanted her dead as much as they did. Apparently the elections in hell didn't go exactly as he planned, since there still were a bunch of demons following Abbadon. He was, however, or technically still is, the king of hell.

Cas was in his own thoughts pretty much the whole drive. He didn't react to Sam's and Dean's conversations, no matter the subject. He seemed absent. What could an angel be thinking about? Dean didn't dare to ask, and the silence was bothering him, so the logical solution was of course to put on the radio.

- Don't need reason, don't need rhyme -

Ain't nothing I would rather do

Going down, party time

My friends are gonna be there too

I'm on the highway to hell

On the Highway to hell

Highway to hell

- I'm on the highway to hell -

Cas now turned and stared at the radio.

-I don't understand music.

Crowley was standing on the edge of the open field. He had his hands in his pockets and a grumpy look on his face.

-You took your time then.

He looked at Cas.

-Why didn't you just zap 'em over here, would've been a lot quicker don't you think?

-Hey, I'm not leaving my baby in those neighborhoods ever again, Dean said and patted his Impala. Right. Crowley started going through and preparing them for their plan, when a strong wind blew accross the field.

-Right then, he said and they pulled out their weapons.

The wind got stronger, and they saw a few figures in the middle of the field. Crowley had invited Abbadon to "make a deal". Their plan was to act like Crowley had caught Sam, Dean, and Cas, and he was ready to bargain for them. He had them handcuffed.

-Crowley! How nice to see your pretty face again. And I get you have something for me, hm?

Abbadon couldn't hide the pleasure she got from seeing the Winchesters cuffed. Her wide smile filled her face and her eyes almost started glowing. They all played their roles very well.

-I'm here to make a deal. I'm not going to give you anything, Crowley said, sounding irritated, like he would be if this was a real situation. Dean gave Abbadon a look, clearly spelling out how much he wanted her dead. He bit his jaws together. He didn't even need to pretend, his feelings were already real.

-Calm down, honey. I'll take good care of you.

Abbadon laughed.

-And what am I getting in return? Crowley asked lifting his chin up.

Abbadon blinked her black eyes at him. She smiled wide.

-You, my friend…

She took a few steps closer.

-…are getting a one way ticket to Afterlife.

She struck a knife right at him, and at the same second Dean broke loose from his handcuffs and drew out his blade. Sam and Cas weren't as fast. Dean was just about to hit Abbadon with the blade when she caught him with her telekinesis. He was left standing, bounded, only a few feet away from the demon. He fought hard to keep the blade in his hands, but failed, and was forced to drop it at his feet. Sam stopped. Cas was gone. So was Crowley. Did he get away? There was nothing left for Sam to do. Abbadon didn't even need to bound him, though she made a force field around her and Dean so he couldn't get close to them. He had nothing.

-You guys just keep surprising me with your stupidity.

She gasped for air, then gave a loud laugh and picked up her knife from the ground. It didn't hit Crowley, he got away.

-You sad little creatures keep trying, and trying…without getting anywhere.

-We're still here though.

Dean was choking.

-Not for long.

Abbadon put the knife against Dean's chin and cut. The blood ran very fast down his neck. She moved the knife and cut his lip open.

-Not so pretty anymore, huh?

She now put pressure in her grip and pressed the knife against his chest. His shirt got ripped and the blood started streaming. He screamed. Sam was panicking on the other side of the force field and cursed. He was pacing and screaming for Cas. Abbadon grinned. She took a small step back, lifting the knife in the air.

-You won't get any last words, she whispered.

-Fuck you too.

Abruptly Abbadon's face showed sudden pain, and she arched her back, making a small noise in suffocation. A small beam of light appeared on the back of her head and the ground started shaking. Dean fell to the ground, unable to move.

-Cas?

Castiel was holding his hand on Abbadons head, him too showing a painful expression on his face. Abbadon was screaming, while Dean was awestricken.

-Cas what are you doing? Cas? Cas!

Dean tried to get up.

-Stay back, it has to be done.

-I won't let you do this.

-I said stay back!

-It'll kill you!

Cas looked at Dean with sadness in his eyes.

-I know.

A high-pitched sound of an angel, a blinding light and the screams of the demon, and they were gone.