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He was in Hell again. The only difference was this time, there were no demons. No people. No rack. Nothing. For some reason, it scared him more than when it was occupied.
Only fire and brimstone and every other Hell cliché there was.
He walked around looking for something. Then he saw something or someone in the distance. He ran to get to it. He saw the figure lying on his side, curled into a fetal position. "Cas?" Dean whispered.
He knew that it was the angel. He stopped thinking of him as Eli every time he was in Hell, even though he wore his vessel. His wings were spread out behind him, brown from either dirt or dried blood.
"Dean," he replied, his voice shaking.
Dean stayed in his position, staring at Castiel's back where his wings extended out of his back. Blood flowed from where they attached to it. They looked broken and incapable of ever taking flight again. Dean gasped, when he saw one of his wings half torn out of his back. "Cas, are you—"
"Shouldn't be here," Castiel whispered.
"Neither should you."
"Go, please," he cried, his voice cracking.
Dean walked around his body, unable to look at his mangled back any longer. "Cas," Dean replied. He wanted to put a hand on him to comfort him, but there was no part of his body that wasn't bloody or bruised. "I'm here to get you out of here."
"Can't."
"Cas, you can't expect me to just leave you here."
Castiel looked up, but not at Dean. He stared straight ahead. "Dean, leave. Please." It was the closest Dean had ever come to hearing Castiel beg.
"I can't." Dean turned around so his gaze followed the angel's. He saw a figure walking toward them. "Who is that?"
The closer the figure, the more nervous Dean became. It was a man dressed in a nice white suit. He knelt down right in front of Castiel, not caring that his suit was ruined. He took Castiel's hand in one hand, the other running through the injured angel's hair. "Lucifer," Castiel cried.
Lucifer leaned over, his lips pressing onto Castiel's temple. He whispered something to him. Dean knelt and watched as Castiel's grip on Lucifer's hand tightened as he spoke. Then Lucifer sat back on his heels, still holding on. Tears rolled down Castiel's face, falling into the dirt and making mud. He nodded.
Lucifer let go of Castiel and kissed him on the crown of his forehead. Lucifer stood up and walked around Castiel to his back. "Dean, go," Castiel cried.
Lucifer knelt down behind Castiel's head, grabbed Castiel's wing, looked to Dean with sadness in his eyes, and pulled.
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Dean woke up with a gasp. Instead of shooting up, startled, he laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. He should've been more shocked about the dream.
He would've been if he hadn't had the same dream for the past four nights. He woke up at the same point in the dream every morning. He couldn't make himself sleep through it. He didn't think he wanted to see how the dream was supposed to end.
He slowly sat up and swung his legs off his bed. He grabbed a shirt and pants lying somewhere around the room and threw them on before heading toward the living room.
He went through the study and found the books he was reading from the night before. Over the past four days, either him or Sam was always found sitting at Bobby's desk behind a mountain of books, reading. They knew they weren't going to get any help from the angels, so all they could do was research.
It didn't help that it seemed as if the angels had actually been avoiding them. They wouldn't even make eye contact with the hunters.
Because of that, Dean walked into the kitchen, grabbed a slice of bread, then headed toward the basement without speaking to anyone. He walked into the panic room and saw Sam holding Eli up while Bobby held out a bowl of something in front of him. "You need to eat something, son."
"I'm not hungry, Bobby," Eli said.
"I don't give a damn," Bobby said.
"Bobby," Eli pleaded.
"You have to eat something," Bobby replied, adamant.
"Just take a sip," Sam replied. "It'll be easy on your stomach. You need to eat."
Eli looked up to Dean hoping to get someone on his side. Dean shook his head, telling him that he agreed with the other two. Eli rolled his eyes and reached for the bowl with shaking hands. Bobby put his hands on Eli's and helped bring the bowl to his lips.
The three hunters watched as Eli sat in silence and ate. He got through a little more than half of the soup in the bowl before it nearly fell from his hands. Eli let out a long sigh. "You are trying to kill me by feeding me," he said.
"We have more efficient ways of killing you than Bobby's soup," Dean said, walking forward. "How you feeling?"
"Better," Eli replied. "I think."
"Still aren't seeing anything?" Sam asked.
"No." Eli shook his head, disappointed. "Are you two getting anywhere with the plan that you're trying to keep secret, but are doing a really bad job?"
"We don't know what you're talking about," Dean replied.
"Dean, I'm hurt, not stupid."
"We're getting nowhere," Sam replied.
"Did you expect anything less?" Eli replied. "Let me guess. The angels don't agree." Dean and Sam looked away giving Eli all the confirmation we need. "What did you expect? What was your plan, anyway?"
Sam looked at Eli and shook his head, unable to lie to him. "We're trying to walk into Hell," he said.
"What?" Bobby yelled.
"Well, we're not going because the angels don't want to deal with us right now," Sam replied.
"Of course not, ya idjits. Some crazy ideas going through your heads. What are you thinking?" Dean opened his mouth to say something, but Bobby said something first. "I know. You weren't. Walking into Hell? And what did you expect to happen if by some way you got down there? Put some sunscreen on and go marching around looking for angel boy?"
"Well, when you say it like that," Dean said.
"Why can't you guys just sit and wait it out like the angels told you to do?" Bobby asked.
"Because I can't," Dean said. "You can't expect me to just leave him down there."
"You aren't leaving him anywhere. You are just letting him do what he planned."
"Well, what was his plan, Bobby? Do the other angels even know?"
"Maybe they aren't supposed to."
"You can't actually believe that."
"It doesn't matter if I believe it or not. The angels are right, there isn't anything that we can do right now." Bobby and the brothers turned to the cot when they heard rustling coming from it. They watched as Eli slid off the bed. "What do you think you're doing?" Bobby yelled.
Eli fell onto his knees and the three hunters stared at him. "Don't mind me," he replied.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked, his tone a lot nicer than Bobby's.
"I need to use the bathroom."
"We're right here."
"You're busy arguing."
"I'll take him," Dean suggested.
"Oh no you don't," Sam said. "You are not leaving me here to talk to Bobby."
"I can go on my own," Eli replied.
"No," the three hunters said. Eli immediately bit his lip knowing that he wasn't going to win against the three of them.
"I'm taking him," Dean said. He knelt down and put Eli's arm around his shoulder. "Come on."
"Thanks," Eli replied.
Dean took his time walking the both of them up the stairs and to the nearest bathroom. It took them awhile because Dean would stop every time he felt Eli tense in his arms. Dean would wait, then ask if he was all right, then Eli would nod and they'd continue walking.
When they got to the top of the stairs they were greeted by Jeremiel, Uriel, and Ramiel. They all looked surprised to see Eli standing in front of them with Dean.
"Are you all right?"
"Is something wrong?"
"Do we need to call Raphael or Selaphiel?"
"Why didn't you call us if he needed help?"
"I'm fine," Eli said loud enough that the angels fell silent. "I just have to go do some human business."
"I can—"
"I'm taking him," Dean growled, interrupting Ramiel. "You ready?" Eli nodded against Dean's shoulder. Dean walked the both of them into the bathroom. He sat Eli down on the toilet seat. "This is as far as I take you."
"Thanks again, Dean."
"No problem. I'll be waiting outside. If you need me, just yell something. Unless it's to help you wipe. Then you're on your own."
"Okay," Eli let out a short laugh.
Dean walked out of the bathroom, leaving Eli to do his business. He stood outside with the three angels, avoiding their glances at all costs. No words were exchanged between the four of them. He wished that Eli would hurry up because it was getting more awkward by the second.
Ten minutes went by and Dean began to worry. Eli had been in the bathroom for a long time. Dean walked over to the door and knocked. "Eli?" he whispered. He waited for a response and received none. "Eli?" he said more urgently swinging the door open and making his way inside. He found Eli sitting on the floor, leaning against the tub. "What are you doing?"
Eli slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times. "Sorry," he replied. "I didn't realize how tired I was."
Dean huffed. "Please tell me you washed your hands at least?"
"I did," Eli said with a smile.
"Good." Dean put Eli's arm around his shoulders and stood up. When he spun the both of them around, he saw Uriel. "Move," he said.
"Give him to me," Uriel said. "I can take him back downstairs."
"I can handle it, thanks," Dean replied.
"Dean, it's fine. Just let them. It'll make them feel better."
"Fine," Dean conceded. He slid out from under Eli's arm and placed him in Uriel's arms. The two of them disappeared an instant later.
Dean walked back down to the panic room and saw Uriel standing over Eli while Bobby and Sam were still trying to get some food into his system. "I'm not going to eat that," Eli protested.
"You have to eat something," Bobby replied.
"I won't be able to keep it down."
"It's bread."
"He doesn't want to eat, so leave him alone," Uriel said.
"Castiel didn't need to eat," Dean said, adding his two cents into the conversation. "Eli, on the other hand, is human, and needs to eat something or he'll die."
"Extreme case, Dean," Eli replied.
"I'm trying to make a point."
"What if I promise to eat later?"
"We'll hold you to that promise," Bobby said.
"I wouldn't expect anything less. But I am a little thirsty."
Sam poured Eli a glass of water. Eli held it in his hand, hoping that everyone would ignore how badly it shook. He took a sip from it, and was about to hand the cup back to Sam when it slipped from his fingers. "Eli?" Sam asked.
"Sorry." He rubbed his eyes. "I don't know what just happened."
"Why are you rubbing your eyes?"
"I don't know. Tired, I guess."
"Okay, time to sleep," Bobby said. He walked over and maneuvered Eli to lie flat on his back. "Now close your eyes and sleep."
Eli let out a long breath and his eyes slid closed. The hunters and angel in the room watched him and waited for him to fall asleep. But instead of Eli's breathing slowing down and evening out, it sped up and became more erratic. Dean knelt at his side and began shaking him by his shoulders. "Eli, open your eyes," he said.
"He… he's hurt. Hurting him. I don't know who they are."
"Eli," Uriel asked, walking forward.
"Castiel," Eli whispered, tears slipping out of the corners on his eyes.
"Michael! Gabriel!" Uriel yelled. The two angels, along with Raphael, appeared an instant later.
"What?" Gabriel asked.
"Eli," Uriel said.
The angels looked to the vessel, crying as Dean shook him. "Dean, move," Michael said. Michael knelt down next to Dean who scooted over. "Eli," he whispered. He put a hand on Eli's shoulder and instantly felt a pull.
He looked around and saw that he wasn't in the panic room anymore. He was seeing things through Castiel's eyes. He was in Hell. And he knew who the being standing in front of him was. "It's great to see those eyes of yours, Castiel," the person smiled at him. "Hello, brothers. Nice of you to join us again."
Here is the next chapter. So, I don't have classes for two weeks and I've been inspired lately. It also helps that Supernatural returns on Thursdays. Well, a few more chapters and the story goes to Hell. I'll try to update this story as soon as possible. I hope that the end of this chapter wasn't confusing and I hope that it turned out all right. Thanks for reading. Please review. Lil-Rock
