Chapter 3
Castiel was slightly angry. No one had told him of this complication. Zachariah questioned him for hours about the Winchesters and failed to mention this.
Castiel had easily found Sam and Dean, and quickly went to check them out. But as he was watching them from the back seat of the Impala, he had smelled the strong scent of brimstone. He leaned forward and turned to look at the passenger's seat and saw the giant that was Sam Winchester. It was no surprise that Sam had a hint of sulfur; he had been briefed about the demon blood. No, the surprise was that when he turned towards Dean Winchester, the smell was stronger.
Dean Winchester was diseased. Castiel could tell right away he had made a deal with a demon. It was obvious from the demonic black creeping into every crevice of Dean's dying soul.
God Almighty, Castiel thought, what am I going to do?
Suddenly, Sam turned his head and looked right into Castiel's eyes, as if he could see him. Which was impossible, since Castiel was invisible to humans at the moment. It made Castiel so uncomfortable that he left the car.
What is going on? Castiel had never felt confused before. He had always been an observer with a sneak preview: he watched the present with a general knowledge of the future. But Zachariah made it very clear that this job required full concentration on the present. The brief glimpse of the blurry future that was usually allowed to Castiel was forbidden until further notice. This confusion was new to Castiel, and he wasn't sure he liked it.
