Everything Will Be Okay, It'll be Okay...I Promise

Chapter Two

Dean, Sam, and Cas drove down the road, Dean and Sam in front, Castiel in the back. They were on their way to New York; reports of murders had made it on the news everywhere. At first Dean and Sam had dismissed it until they saw photos of the victims. Once that happened they knew demons were involved and they had to go and stop them. Dean and Sam had packed up all of their usual arsenal, salt sliver, holy water, and everything else. They even packed Cas along. Dean really hadn't let the angel out of his sight since his display a few days ago with his nightmare filled sleep. Of course Castiel didn't object. He'd always tagged along with Dean like a little puppy would its owner. They were almost to their destination, sitting in companionable silence until Dean spoke. He looked into the rearview mirror at Castiel as he spoke.

"Listen everyone; since we're going in pretty much blind, I want us to stick together." He said, in the rearview mirror his eyes locked with Castiel's.

"Yes Sir." Sam mumbled, smiling slightly at Dean.

"I mean it Sam, we have no idea what we're about to walk into to. I just wanna play it safe." Dean said.

Sam smiled wider. "You just don't want pretty boy angel back there getting hurt." Sam said.

Dean narrowed his eyes at Sam. Dean was about to cures him from one end of the earth to the other, but Castiel cut him off.

"Dean, you do not need to worry about me. I will be fine." Castiel said, yawning.

Dean growled at Sam and mouthed 'See what you've started.'

Sam laughed and slipped his knee. "You know I'm right."

Dean sighed and looked back at Cas. "Listen Cas, I know you're gonna be just fine. But still, stay with me. Okay?"

Castiel seemed to ponder for a moment. "Alright Dean."

Dean noted his pause. "No, I mean it Castiel. Stay with me. Promise."

Castiel smiled softly, his brilliant blue eyes shining. "I promise Dean."

Dean smiled back and then turned back to Sam. "You…You can go in by yourself."

Sam laughed again and gave Dean a smile, Dean laughed and returned it.

They arrived at their destination about an hour later, the Impala coming to a slow halt. Dean got out, jumped a little when Castiel appeared beside him with a tiny swish of wings. He smiled and kissed Castiel on the head, then walked to the back of the Impala. He popped open the trunk and lifted the flooring up, then reach down for his gun. He tossed Sam his, then looked to Castiel. The angel refused a weapon and Dean nodded in slight agreement. Though Castiel was losing his more of his powers every day, he was still one hell of a fighter, much stronger than any human could ever dream of being.

Dean shut the trunk as softly as he could, hoping they could get lucky and ambush their enemy. Dean led them in, Castiel behind him, Sam following the angel. Dean stalled at the door, wondering if going in the front was really such a good idea. He looked back at Castiel and Sam; he could tell they were both wondering the same. Dean thought a moment, then let go of the handle, and made his way to the back, looking for the warehouses back door. Once he found it he turned around and looked at Sam and Castiel, his eyes hard.

"Remember, stay together." Dean said his eyes solely resting on Castiel, both nodded and they made their way in.

The inside of the warehouse was a death trap. Dean knew from the strew about objects that it used to be an old glass and metal factory. Shut down from what, they would never know. He looked at the floor, watching where he stepped. Glass, shards of metal, knifes, everything you could imagine was laying around. He stopped and looked back at Castiel.

"Hey Cas," Dean whispered. "Be careful where you step. There's glass and all kinds of other shit everywhere." He said, knowing that if Castiel stepped on an upturned shard of glass or a nail it would easily go through his dress shoes.

Dean noted to himself that after this was over he would have to buy Castiel a pair of boots, and some new cloths…he wanted to see Castiel a tank-top. Dean laughed silently at himself, he really needed a hobby. They looked around the dark building, barely any light was allowed in, because even though everything inside the building was trashed, the windows weren't, they were intact and tinted dark, why Dean had no idea. However it did worry him some, with their sight impaired it would be much harder to fight the demons and keep tabs on each other.

Sam stalled at a piece of paper; it looked as though it used to be a newspaper. He stooped down and touched a finger into a dark substance that lay on it. It was dark, and once it made contact with his light skin he could tell it was blood.

"Dean!" He hissed softly, snapping his fingers

Dean and Castiel turned around and looked at Sam with confusion and then made their way to him. Dean stepped down beside his younger brother and looked at the finger Sam held up to him. He looked to Sam with worry, but some relief.

"You think it's demon?" He asked.

Sam thought for a moment. "Don't know, who else's it could be." His brother mumbled softly.

Dean sighed and stood up, stepping back to where Castiel stood. "Well, this is good news and bad." He said softly.

Sam looked up to him. "How so?"

Castiel bet Dean to the punch. "Because, at least one of the demons are injured. That is good news, however, the bad news is that it is wounded and the others,-if there are others- will fight harder because of their slacking counterpart." The angel said, looking around the warehouse cautiously.

His insanely brilliant blue eyes wondered around, looking for anything, something that would tell him where their enemy was hiding. The falling angel knew the demons were here. He could sense them, but where he couldn't pinpoint. This new problem worried Castiel, he used to be able to pinpoint a demon a mile away, but now, he would be lucky to find one standing behind him. He sighed; he did it loudly, audibly. Dean looked to him, worry on his face. Castiel smiled and shook his head, grabbing Dean's hand and giving it a light squeeze. Dean smiled back, but Castiel could see it was somewhat forced.

Dean looked back to Sam, his green eyes troubled now. "So, it's demon blood, they're here, but where?" Dean said tapping his chin with his free hand, his other still clasping his lovers.

Sam wiped his finger off. "Well, I'd say look for a trail, but it's just this one puddle." Sam said, stepping to Dean and Cas.

"You don't think they set us up do you?" Dean asked.

"I don't know." Sam said, turning a half circle, looking for any signs of a demon.

"Damn it, where the hell are they." Dean hissed. "This place is totally empty."

"Maybe they left when they heard us coming." Sam suggested.

"No," Castiel's rough voice responded. "I can sense them, they're here. I just don't know where."

"Can you tell how many?" Dean asked softly, his heart going out to Castiel.

He'd heard Castiel's frustration when he'd stated he couldn't pinpoint the demons.

Castiel shook his head. "No not exactly, but I can tell there is a few of them."

"That's cool, at least we know what to expect." Sam said, giving Castiel a friendly smile.

Castiel gave Sam a thankful smile, grateful that the younger man was willing to understand and accept Castiel's fading powers. His smile widened when Dean kissed him on the cheek.

"You're fine Cas." He smiled.

Dean growled, angered at being the demons play toy. He looked back at the puddle of blood and then to the celling, thinking one of them might be hiding up in the steel beams perched above their heads. However he found nothing and then looked back to the ground. His eyes scanned the floor, searching for any signs of blood leading somewhere. He and Sam both yelled in surprise and fright when Castiel screamed. His grip on Dean's hand tightened to the point of crushing the bones, but then let go. He fell to the floor, his body still. Dean cried in fear when he saw a strange tube sticking out of Castiel's lower back. Blood was flowing through the tube and spilling all over his trench coat and floor. Dean immediately dropped to Castiel's side, then went to pull the odd contraception.

Dean grunted with pain as he was torn from Castiel's side, the tube still in the angel's back. He landed some feet away, crashing apon a pile of boxes. He sighed with relief that they were just filled paper and some type of foam. He snarled with hate and rage as he saw one of the demons pick up the long tube and place it a small cup. Dean yelled at Sam to go after them while he was getting to his feet. Sam did as he was told, but then found himself being smashed into a wall, his head hitting it with an audible thud. His little brother slid to the floor unconscious. Dean growled and pulled out his gun, aiming at one of the demons and firing. Its vessel fell to the floor, limp and dead, however another one quickly replaced its dead comrade.

He fired again but the demon dogged, appearing in front of Dean before he even had time to register. It planted a fist into the side of his face and Dean fell to the floor, his world going black.

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Sam woke with a groan, his head splitting and throbbing with unrelenting pain. He looked around, trying to remember what had happened. He remembered being ambushed by demons, Dean yelling at him to help Cas…CAS! Sam shot to his feet, and looked for the angel. He found Castiel where he had dropped before, the strange tube in his back gone. His left coat tail was covered with blood, the dark liquid having run down that way. Sam dropped down beside Castiel, looking at his still body with worry. How did this happen, Castiel should have at least sensed the demon behind him. Sam shoved the thoughts to the back of his mind and gently shook Castiel.

The angel stirred with a whimper of pain and called out Dean's name softly. Sam froze, he'd forgotten about Dean in his sudden rush for Castiel. Sam popped up and looked around, trying to search for his brother. However, Castiel's moan of pain grabbed back Sam's attention, the younger Winchester dropped back down to the angel's side. Sam watched as Castiel placed his palms on the floor and tried to push up.

The angel whimpered in pain again. "Hey Cas, easy man, you're hurt pretty bad. Just take it easy."

The angel paused on his knees and hands, his eyes staring at the floor. "D-Dean?" Castiel asked, looking up to see Sam.

Sam couldn't help but notice the way Castiel's eyes darkened with sadness. "Sorry man, just lil' old me." Sam smiled softly.

Castiel tried to return it, but couldn't and his head dropped back down. "Hello Sam, where's Dean?" Castiel asked, his voice straining with the pain his movements were causing.

Sam's face paled, he hadn't thought of Castiel's reaction to Dean's disappearance. "Um….I don't know."

Castiel's head shot back up, his eyes instantly fearful and wild. "Where did he go!"

Sam sighed sadly. "Cas…I don't know, I was knocked out, just like you." He said, looking to Castiel with sadness.

The fallen angel tried to get up quickly, but he dropped back to the ground just as fast, his back screaming in protest. Sam grabbed him quickly, one arm reaching around Castiel's stomach and the other around his upper back. He slowly helped Castiel up and steered him to the Impala, knowing that Castiel was thinking the same thing as him. The demons had taken Dean.