A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I had to work on getting this chapter just right. Hope you like it. D

He moved quickly down the hallway. Stopping briefly at each doorway to scan the interior of the rooms for his quarry. Each time he was greeted by same horror, death. Not letting the carnage that surround this place stop him in his search for the one person he came to find, Castiel continued on.

More determined in finding Dean. The one person in this whole world that Cas would do anything for. Every since gripping him firmly and pulling him out of hell, Castiel has felt a tight bond to this son of Adam. He had to find Dean.

Still moving through the hallway, his eyes focused on a wall smeared with blood. Something inside of him told him how wrong this image was.

He turned into a doorway that opened to a large room with tables. He was greeted by a small frame of a woman standing with her back to him. She straightened up before she turned to face her new visitor.

Only turning her head to see the angelic visitor, she smiled. "Oh. Are you here for the party?" She joking said. Turning her whole body to face Castiel, her hand remained behind her. "You're a little late. The best part is over." Meg's face showed the sadness of the statement.

"Where is he?" Castiel demanded.

"Who?" Meg innocently asked. "Oh. You mean Deano?" She was playing with him. "He's around." That evil grin returned to her face. "He's around here. Around there. Around about everywhere." Castiel's eyes never moved from their fixation of the demon before him. "I'm sorry. You're too late. Dean gave me his heart." Her hand came around from her back to reveal the human heart still dripping of blood. "We're engaged." Meg laughed as she dropped Dean's heart to the floor. When she did that, she stepped aside to reveal the broken body of Dean. His chest with a gapping hole in it, black holes are now where his eyes once were and his limps bent in unnatural directions. Meg smiled at her handy work. "Doesn't he look so happy?"

Meg turned to face Castiel only to find him standing next to her. "I'm going to enjoy killing you, Witch." Castiel's emotions were raw on his face. He grabbed the demon and threw her through the air. Meg made a horrible noise when she hit the wall. Cas was again next to her, picking her up. He threw her across the room in the other direction.

He could not contain his wrath. He continued throwing Meg around the room. He knew he couldn't send her back to hell. That part of his moojoo was taking away, but he could do a lot of hurt on her. And hurt he was planning to do. He wanted to make her plead for forgiveness. Even than, he wouldn't give it to her.

Meg took the abuse. After all, it wasn't her body being thrown around. She even got to the point and started to laugh as this so called angel was throwing her around the room. It made him more aggressive. With that, she only had to wait for Castiel to mess up.

And messed up he did. One trip across the room, sent Meg flying the serving window and into the kitchen. Again Castiel was on her when she came to her feet. He reached down to grab around her throat. Meg was ready for it this time and came up with a long knife. She rammed it into his chest and forced him against the table.

Castiel looked down at the handle of the knife sticking out of the center of his chest. His eyes lifted to meet Meg's eyes. She was smiling, but that smile was short lived. Castiel pulled the knife out of his chest and dropped it to the floor. Meg's face changed to fear. He grabbed her by the throat, suspending her from the floor. He slowly moved to a wall, pinning her against it.

"I may not be able to kill you." Cas started to say. "But I can send you back to that hell hole." With that, he started to recite Latin.

Meg's eyes grow larger as each word rolled off his lips. Suddenly Betty's mouth flew opened as a black smoke made its way out of her and away from her enemy.

Castiel stood watching the demon escape his grip. He let go of the human vessel. Betty fell to the floor. Dead. Cas turned back toward the other room. Slowly he walked back to his friend.

Once he was at the broken form of Dean's body, Cas knelt beside him. Slowly bringing him into his arms, Castiel cradled Dean there. Tears began to form in his eyes. This was the man he gripped for the depths of hell. All he could do was hold on tight as he realized he had failed the one man that meant so much to him. One of his father's creations.

She walked up behind him as he was cradling the human they both cared about. Her human form intact. Anna moved slowly around Castiel to knelt beside him. Her face was never looking at the broken form, but at the emotions that were etched on the fallen angel.

"Why did this happen? Why did this happen to him?" Castiel finally forced the words out. Anna didn't answer. Cas looked over at her. "He didn't deserve this."

"What would you do for him, Castiel?" Anna asked again. Cas stared at her. She looked harder at her comrade. "What would you do for Dean?"

Castiel's blank stare slowly morphed. The question that has been asked was finally understood. He turned his eyes back to Dean's lifeless body. "I would give my life for his."

Anna smiled. "That was all he wanted to hear." She reached out and placed her hand on Castiel's shoulder. A bright light surrounded them.

TBC


FYI: THIS IS NOT A DEATH FIC. I PROMISE!!!!!!

Please bear with me. I have more planned. I hope you stay around. D