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Castiel was a few inches shorter than Dean. He was wearing a black suit and a kaki trench coat. His Blue eyes staring into Dean's green eyes. "What the hell do you mean you are the one who got me out of hell?" Dean asked. "It's quite simple Dean. I went to hell and dragged you out." Castiel replied. Dean put a hand up. "Bullshit. If you're selling crazy buddy, I'm not buying." He took a step back. "How do you sell crazy?" Castiel asked. Dean stared blankly at him. "You're kidding right? Never mind. Why did you get me out?" Castiel stepped forward. "Because of Lilith. She is breaking seals to make Lucifer rise." He said flatly. "We need you to stop her. We need you to keep Lucifer from rising."
Dean didn't know what to think. He could tell that Castiel was telling the truth. "What does that mean? Breaking seals?" He asked. "Think of the seals as locked doors. Lilith is unlocking those doors so set Lucifer free. But she did not break the first seal. Someone else had to so she could continue." Dean thought about this. "Who broke the first seal then?" He almost didn't want to know the answer. "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. It was you who broke the first seal Dean." He told him. Dean's eyes widened. "No. You're lying."
"We laid siege to hell to try and stop it, but it was to late. I don't know much, but I know the one who broke the seal is the only one who can stop the Apocalypse." He said. He turned away from Dean. "I really did start this?" he asked. Castiel looked up at the sky. "It wasn't your fault Dean. I couldn't save you then. But I can save you now. And I can help you stop Lilith." He turned to face Dean. "You are different now, there is something…dark inside you because of your time in hell. I know you remember every second. Hell changed you Dean. I should know. I've been watching over you since your father died." Dean winced. "How do I stop Lilith?" Castiel just looked at him. "You can't."
"But you just said-"
"I know what I said Dean. But you really aren't meant to stop her. You are meant to stop Lucifer."
It was ten in the morning when he pulled up to Bobby's. He sat in the car for a minute taking in the nights events. His head was killing him and he needed a drink. He lightly rubbed Castiel's mark absently as he walked to the door. It flew open and Sam was standing there. "We've been worried sick about you Dean." He said. Dean smile faintly. "I told you I'm fine Sammy." Sam pointed to Dean's shoulder. "Does it hurt?" Dean realized his hand was still on it and put it at his side. "Not really. My head is killing me though." He walked in the house and sat down in the kitchen. Sam handed him a bottle of aspirin and a beer. "So how was your drive? Think of anything?" Dean opened the bottle of aspirin, put two in his mouth, and chased them with a swig of beer. "Found out who pulled me out." He said after a few seconds. Sam looked at him. "You're kidding. What?" As if on cue, Castiel appeared out of thin air. Dean pointed at him with his beer bottle. "Him" Sam did a double take then jumped back. "Sam, meet Castiel. Cas, meet Sam." He said. "Oh, by the way Sammy, Cas is an angel and apparently I'm supposed to stop the freaking apocalypse." Sam looked at Dean then to Castiel. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Well, thank you for saving my brother." Cas looked at Sam. "We tried to get him out before he broke the seal but-" Sam interrupted. "Seal? What's a seal, and how did Dean break one?" He looked at Dean who dropped his gaze to his beer, refusing to look at Sam. "A seal is kind of like a locked door. If you unlock enough of them…Lucifer walks." Dean said in a rough tone. Sam's eyes widened. "And how did you break the seal Dean?" He asked slowly. Dean finally looked up at his brother. "Not just any seal Sammy, the first seal." He stood up and walked over to the trash can, drained the rest of the bottle and threw it away. When he turned to look at Sam, his face held sorrow. "I broke it by shedding blood in hell." He walked over to the table and sat on it. "There was a demon named Alistair. He would torture me until there was nothing left. And at the end of every day he would make me an offer. If I picked up the knife, I would get off the rack. Torture or be tortured. And every day I gave him the big screw you. I did that for forty years Sammy." He looked down for a moment. The entire world seemed quiet to Dean. Like the whole world was listening on how Dean started the path to get them all killed. "And then, I couldn't." He looked back up at Sam. "I couldn't do it anymore. So I picked up that knife, and I sliced and mutilated every soul I was told to." Tears were streaming down his face and he dropped his head. Unable to look at his brother. Ashamed. Cas walked over to Dean and put his hand on his shoulder. "Any man would have broken under those circumstances Dean." He said. Sam nodded in approval. Dean Looked up at Cas, eyes still full of tears. "Not my dad."
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