Hours passed like that. Dean waiting patiently his shotgun lying beside him on the floor with nothing but the sound of Castiels sometimes uneven breathing filling the dead air. He chatted sometimes speaking randomly to the unresponsive mass of fabric and scruff about his thoughts and pervious experiences glad to have some company that he was comfortable with, even if they weren't totally conscious "These past couple of months man...I gotta tell you,we should've never split up" he said with a sigh his voice grated with sleep deprivation. "I don't care if every nuke with wings is on your ass and every black eyed bitch is one step ahead of you...we ain't cutting loose again.i can't keep doing this cas" he shook his head not knowing if this was the exhaustion or the whiskey talking but since there was no one around to really hear anyway he figured -why the hell not"?!- "I mean... I tried everything, I buried myself in bullets and easy women but...I still didn't feel like my old self" he sighed and with an awkward laugh ran a hand through his hair "I can't keep running around without my family man... Your all I got, I can't keep pretending I lost everyone to this place like everyone else and I can't keep worrying that maybe I really did...that maybe your out there rotting somewhere." He clenched his jaw his teeth grinding mercilessly into each other "just..what I'm trying to say is...is I... You trench coat wearing son of a bitch I ne-"

"Dean?" His voice broke though deans sentence all thoughts of what was on his mind were swept under the rug as something more important filled his mind

Cas was awake

Cas was more important

He sat up only to see the angel trying to do the same leaning forward he placed a calloused hand on his horribly frail shoulder "hey take it easy we don't need you passing out again" he said with a breathless smile as relief filled his eyes the darkness turning them to the color of aged whiskey. He found them connecting with his angels

THE angel...dammit man you gotta lay off the booze

Again he shoved the thoughts away his eyes staying on the baby blues that were slowly regaining their light that always slowed his brain for a moment. He allowed himself to look the angel over, his jawline was outlined by dark scruff and spots of dried blood, the rust colored blotches extended down his throat and onto his coat and shirt his tie was torn and frayed, but despite his ragged look he smiled "you look like hell man" he said as relief fueled chuckle was pulled from his throat"well I was just attacked by it so I suppose my appearance resembles that of hell "
Even his familiar obliviousness made his childish smile grow "I'm just glad to see your alright man, new rule. No more of this splitting up shit. We had a system and that worked, I'm tired of having to team up with people who don't know what the hell they're doing. I could really care less if it meant dealing with a few more assholes every now and then"

Cas looked up at dean his eyes staying on his. He had hated splitting up, he had told himself he would follow this man to his death but after their last run in with his fellow angels he had realized that being around him was only leading dean to his death. It had been difficult. He had been cruel and the look on deans face haunted his nightmares to his day but he could see now that beautifully human resolve and stubbornness that resonated from deans every feature and decided it was no use fighting him "alright dean..." He said a hidden smile of relief in his words. "So. How much longer are we staying here." He asked and was shocked by his partners answer. Deans face pulled into a slow crooked smile that was that of a child who had something very very fun planned "that all depends. Can you run?"
Deans excitement fueled his own "for as long as you want" he replied
Without another word he passed him a shotgun and kicked the chair out from under the doorknob "there's about seven out there" dean said his voice lower now
"So what's the plan?" Castile asked an icy mixture of excitement and fear pulsing in his veins his heart stopping momentarily as a fear driven wild smirk came across deans face as he kicked the door open "WE RUN!"' With a manic laugh he shot a crow that was snarling on the porch before them and took off down the road shooting only those that got to close. Without a second thought castiel did what was only natural. He followed dean.

Deans blood was ice as castiel ran beside him again he was surprised by the euphoria that took the place of terror and after saving cas's ass and having his ass saved they finally found themselves a reasonable spot out in the density of the woods. They burned through a reasonable amount of wood and by the time it was ashes Dean had fallen asleep with his head resting on a log tiny wisps of hair brushing against Castiels calf but he paid no mind his eyes watching the dying embers as dean tossed and turned in a nightmare.

Deans Nightmare
He was on a cliff overlooking the world "look at it Dean"
"Sammy...?" Dean turned his head to see him there, Sam sporting a pristine white suit stained only by a crimson rose in his breast pocket "what have you done?" He tsk'd like a sarcastic disappointed parent "your not my brother" dean hissed through gritted teeth "aren't i?" He replied with a short dark laugh "I fought at first, blamed myself but then I realized. Not only am I finally away from you without worrying about you doing something stupid to drag me back to sate your own selfish needs but...I realized something, I'm not the detonator.. I'm the bomb. I need somebody to set me off,and that was you dean"

"Your lying," he nearly shouted lunging for him but realized he couldn't move

"And it is written that the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in hell. As he breaks so shall it break" with a dark quirk of his brow he smiled "familiar words I know.. Don't you get it you stupid sack of flesh... I am your brother, just a bit more juiced up. If I wasn't, how could I know exactly how to push your buttons?" With a snap of his fingers he was there, and he looked absolutely broken

"Cas...?"

"Dean? You started all this? After everything I sacrificed for you...it was all so this could happen?!" He shouted violently "maybe I should've left you down there"

"Cas...cas common man don't say that?"

"Why shouldn't he? He's right"

"L...Lisa?" He whipped around only to nearly knock into her "look what you've caused dean!" She shrieked and pointed to Ben growling and devouring a young man elbow deep in his mid section

"Face it dean...you break everything you touch" again Castiels voice that was soon backed by a chorus of cries and screams from his mother, Lisa, Ben, cas, his father, Sammy, Bobby, everyone he couldn't help. Everyone he wasn't strong enough to save. He fell to his knees screaming for them to stop following this pattern until morning broke where he woke with a start to find castiel had succumbed to sleep as well. He also noticed that he to was suffering the agonies of sleep. With a shaky breathe he sat up focusing on trying to restart their fire from the night before needing some kind of distraction.

Castiels nightmare

"Dean... I have to go" his voice was steeled and rehearsed but it was better than nothing he was surrounded by a crumbling old where house- it may not be all that fantastic but it was home...a home he was about to leave behind, he knew the only way to get away from dean was to hurt him, was to break his number one personal commandment
"What?" A disbelieving nervous smile sped across his face
"I mean, I can't stay here anymore" he steeled himself and began his murder "I can't spend one more second around you locked up in this place. I don't want to be around you, I know we agreed to stay together but that was before I realized how much of a personal sacrifice that was" he was barely able to keep it together as he watched the light drain from deans eyes and the color leave his face. "I..I don't understand, Cas were...we're family"

God he had wished it wouldn't had come to this but now he realized they're was no choice "we aren't family dean! You were my responsibility not my brother! Do you really think I helped you all those times because of a sense of nostalgic compassion?! Are you joking? Dean you were my charge I didn't really have much of a choice in the matter. If I did I would've left you to rot to make sure all this" he gestured violently to the area around them "wouldn't happen but I'm not an angel anymore dean. That's not my job, YOUR not my problem anymore" by the look on deans face he knew he'd done his job. His heart cracked seeing his first and only friends eyes we'll up with tears he knew wouldn't be split until he left

"Fine...if that's what you want then.. Get out" dean gestured one trembling hand to the reinforced door his eyes glued to the stained concrete floor. Unable to bring himself to walk past him he used what was left of his wings to leave in a rush unable to focus on anything but the look on Deans face he landed violently in a parking lot for a former shopping center somewhere near Missouri but he didn't get up, not at first. For a while he just allowed himself to lie there and rot in his own pool of listing and regret not moving until the Croatoan had found him and even then the monstrous horde wasn't much of a motivator.