"I haven't put upon you a "fuck"."- Castiel spoke slowly, as if the one that was crazy was Dean.

This only made Dean fume even more.

"Fuck as in fuck off!"- Dean yelled at the knight, grabbing him by the wrists and pushing him back. Which proved to be a surprisingly difficult task, as the man seemed of a slighter build than him, but, eh, go figure.

"I have upset you." –There is a question somewhere in that statement.

"Damn right you've upset me! You call me a fucking princess and act like I'm a, like I'm your fucking wife! I don't do crazy! I don't, okay! So I'm leaving! Sam!"- Dean shouted his anger finally reaching it's peak.

"Yeah,yeah..."- Sam quickly came to follow Dean, leaving his stand beside the other fallen man, who just seemed to be waking up. That would have been fun...

And just as they thought they were clear, again, something had to come in the way.

A loud, booming noise came over the forest. Dean felt himself crumble to the floor, holding his hands over his ears, trying to stifle the loud, unbearable noise. It more felt, than sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

And just like that in a second it was gone.

Dean huffed from where he was kneeled on the ground, grass tickling his nose, and turned towards his brother who was in much the same position as him.

"Dude... The fuck..."-Was all he could voice before he heard the scene behind him.

"Azazel!"- Castiel spoke with spite apparent in his voice, his face almost immediately darkening.

"My lord, what hath... Oh holy dragon balls!" –The small man that previously lay unconscious yelped upon seeing the so-called Azazel.

"Step aside, Gabriel. You are of no help here."- Castiel didn't even spare a glance at the so called Gabriel, who quickly shuffled up on his feet, managing to stumble and fall a total of three times in his first three steps.

"Well, oh my. The noble Castiel has been stranded all alone, with no king Michael to scurry to his bum."- The man they called Azazel spoke. He also had a knight's outfit, although his was topped off with a blood red cloak, and a horned helmet. As soon as Dean got a glimpse of his face he saw shining yellow eyes, looking very cat like.

"He has me to cater to his bum!"- Gabriel piped up, voice sounding as if it were a great feat.

"Silence you sniveling ass!"- Castiel shouted over both of the men's voices, his own gravel like tone full of power. When he spoke he demanded respect, even Dean noted a shiver travel down his spine.

"As for you, creature of sin, who sent you here?"- He said whilst pulling out his sword, directing its whole length in Azazel's direction.

"The one true, lord Lucifer. Unlike you, the potion is taking me back towards my time in a matter of an hour. I was sent to make sure you don't see the green fields of home."- Azazel spoke with malice, pulling his own twisted and dirty sword.

"You will do no such thing. You will not live long enough to breathe the air of our time."-

"Oh, really? Then what, would you say if I were to take your Winchester?"- Azazel said and for the first time directed his gaze towards Dean.

Dean felt his knees tremble with a weird pang of freight.

"My... How do you know of him?"- Castiel's voice rose, his tone trembling with rage and what Dean identified as worry.

"Oh, don't think Crowley set you off without keeping an eye on you."- He said the words and a rotten smile spread his lips.

"An eye... He charmed my necklace!"- Castiel's voice grew with anger and realization. It was a known black magic, 'The All Seeing Eye'. A charm that was mostly cast upon helmets or necklaces, somewhere where 'The Eye' could follow your line of vision clearly. One you've cast 'The Eye' you had an exclusive look to the man's world, following his every step in the mirror of enchanted water. And Crowley saw all.

"Oh, yes. And we've had much fun watching you express your love to the Winchester. Alas, all which is good must come to an end. In conclusion this is where I take his head, and then yours, sending you to the depth of death with sorrow in your eyes and fear in your heart."- And with those last words, Azazel made a run towards Dean.

Dean couldn't even let a scream past his lips, he could only concentrate on the gleaming stained iron that was the sword and his own scared reflection in it.

So this was where life ended for him: in the midst of a forest in fucking England, whole continent away from home, his brother crouched on the grass next to him, a loony knight professing his love for him, a cloaked loony knight taking his head, and a dirty peasant over them. Yeah, life's a novel.

And just as he shut his eyes in defeat, he heard a sharp clank, right beside his ear. He opened his eyes to two swords clashed in front of him.

He looked up to see Castiel standing over him, a look of pure fury on his face.

"You will not take Dean. I would die before I let you take him."- He said with grave certainty in his voice.

Azazel grunted and with a battle cry descended to whip his sword against Castiel's

"Fine, I will kill you first and then your precious prince." –He snarled the words.

Dean watched the fight unravel before his eyes with amazement. Everything was so confusing, all of his emotions were a bundle of mess, so he only concentrated on amazement. Everything was just too surreal to not feel amazed.

Their swords clashed, dancing around each other, twisting their elbows according to the other knight's movements, each trying to get a clean shot at the other.

As the fight prolonged, Castiel seemed to be taking the lead, pushing Azazel backwards with every swing, making the man grumble with frustration and anger.

And finally with a battle cry, Castiel found his chance and gave a swift swing of his swords, and in went the sword through Azazel's armor right into his heart. A loud splutter of blood was heard, making Azazel stop in his tracks, body going stiff, sword sliding away from his arm.

Castiel stood his ground in front of the dying knight, twisting the sword deeper in the man's chest until it came out of the man's back, blood slicken and dripping.

"I hope you are seeing this, Crowley. This is a message for you and your abomination, Lucifer. This is the fate that awaits all who come to harm Dean and I. You will not go unpunished."- And with those words, he pulled the sword out of the other man with one fluent movement. As the body dropped on the ground, Castiel let his sword drop.

Finally he took the necklace off his neck, gave it a sorrowful look and dropped it to the ground, in the pool of blood that plagued the bright green grass.

Dean finally let out a brother he hadn't realized he'd been holding and made to stand up, as did his brother.

They gave each other a long look, one of fright, perturbation and confusion.

"I apologize for what you hath witnessed here. I only hope to keep you safe, Dean. You and your brother."- Castiel turned his eyes towards Dean, gaze full of pain and concern.

Like the fact that he had to fight, the fact that people were out to kill him, that he just killed someone wasn't the big issue here.

It was Dean's mental health.

"Uh, no worries." –Was all Dean managed through his haze of emotion.

"So, you said something about time-travel?"

Yay, new (LONGER!) chapter is done! I hope you liked, and next chapter we'll have everyone discussing everything and an intimate moment between Dean and Cas I've been planning for a long time. ;) Also, finally, we'll be getting some of Gabriel's sillines and Sam's anarcho-feminism. x) And let me just say thank you all so much for reviewing, you have no idea how much this all means to me I love every single one of you, and send a bunch of warm hugs to all. :) Thank you so much for your support!