CHAPTER 10: The Prophecy
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Three months have passed since that day at the Correctional facility in Upstate New York. Their attempts to rescue Castiel had failed dramatically, and Dean took this failure very personally. He wondered why he hadn't done more to save his lover. But Crowley, that dafty bag of dicks, as Dean would call him, not only knew they were coming, but also planned his escape ahead of time. Using Cas as his means of getting away unharmed. Then being left behind to fend off Crowley's followers.
If Gabriel hadn't shown up when he did they would've been goners.
Detective Walker, who was kind enough to have given them a hand, made a promise to come up with a way to erase the files on them when he got back to Pennsylvania.
As for Zuriel, he left for Heaven to help Gabriel with a couple of important tasks that needed to be dealt with.
Since then Sam and Dean continued their journey in search of Crowley. And yet, wherever the King of Hell's trail lead them to, Crowley was nowhere to be found. He always seemed to be two steps ahead of the boys.
And now, the brothers crisscross through as many small towns, cities and abandoned places known in the country.
Anyplace they've been to, the boys got caught in the middle of strange activities. As much as they wanted to focus on hunting down Crowley, saving people is just part of their lifestyle, and lives needed to be saved.
The first case they ran in to took place in Portland Oregon. The brothers investigated some disappearances of girls who were virgins, only to find out that Dragons were behind the kidnappings. They called Bobby for a little advise, which the elder hunter sent Dean to Dr. Visyak, the professor in mid evil mythology who has had experience in fighting Dragons. Dean was told that in order to kill a Dragon, he needed a blade that has been forged in Dragon's blood. Dean got his hands on that sword which that Dr. Visyak had in her basement.
Sam had stayed at the motel researching where the Dragon's hideout was and realized that they were staying in the underground sewers.
The brothers went into the sewers and found virgin girls locked in a cage. Sam and Dean attempted to unlock the cage, but were interrupted by two Dragons and fights them head on. They managed to kill one of them but the other one had gotten away.
After the case was dealt with Sam and Dean end up giving Bobby a visit to figure out why the Dragons were gathering those girls, and for what reason. They learned that the Dragons were trying to open Purgatory to let something ' Big' walk the planet named ' Mother of All' and that they were reading an ' instruction manual' on how to open it.
A month after they came across another case in Paterson New Jersey where a janitor was killed but no one was around. But when another murder took place in another town, Sam and Dean suspected a ghost may have controlled a mannequin to kill them. Sam then discovered that both victims used to work together in a factory, and the janitor resigned after the strange death of a female worker called Rose.
Sam and Dean spoke with her sister, and after they saved another guy that worked in the same factory from getting killed and explained to him that he and a group of men accidentally killed Rose because of the cruel joke they played on her.
Soon after finding Rose's body and burning it, the brothers believed that the case was over. Although, the worker they had saved was killed that same night. They returned to Isabella, Rose's sister, looking for anything she could still be attached to and discovered Rose gave her sister a kidney when they were younger. Sam and Dean knew that cutting the kidney out that Isabella would die.
But Rose possessed the Impala and tried to kill Dean, who managed to escape, resulting in the Impala crashing and both sisters died.
When they got back to the motel, the boys talked about how they got an innocent girl killed to save those men and wondered if they had done the right thing.
The world of hunting had gotten a bit stranger over these past few months.
But nothing is going to top with what's going to happen further in their journey.
... Present Day, Bobby's House ...
Sam wakes from his slumber to the welcoming aroma of fresh coffee. The young hunter sits up from the couch, rubbing the kinks out the back of his neck with a yawn. He hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep. Staying awake for fourteen hours straight doing research, of course he would knock out unexpectedly.
Sam rubs his face roughly to fully wake himself to a new day. He then glances up to Bobby who stood over him, offering Sam a cup of the warm beverage.
" Thanks, Bobby." Sam says with a smile, accepting the drink. He takes a sip, a satisfied sigh falling past his lips. He sets down his cup next to his open laptop, and thus continued his previous research. " Where's Samuel?"
" On a hunt somewhere in Colorado... Any luck on locating Crowley yet?" Bobby asks, leaning over to take a peek at the computer screen.
Sam responds with a shake of the head. " Nope... nothing. Crowley's been more careful this time at covering his tracks." He then peered back to the older man. " Just don't tell Dean that, he's been through enough stress as it is."
" You're telling me, that idjit was using the junkyard as a shooting gallery all night while cussing his head off... I'm only surprised you were able to sleep through all that ruckus. Goodness knows I haven't."
" Did he come inside at all?"
" Yeah, around five in the morning. He was piss drunk and wobbled off to his room." Bobby turns to head toward the kitchen, stopping halfway and spoke again. " By the way, did Castiel teach Dean to speak Enochian?"
Sam narrowed his brows. " No, not that I know of... Why?"
Bobby shrugged and replies, " He was muttering it to himself as if he were a pro. Last I checked your brother can barely recite an exorcism without the book."
Sam looked away for a moment, suddenly recalling the incident in Gagetown months back, to that night when Dean exorcised that demon. Bobby is right about his brother, Dean has been acting odd lately. " Bobby?... Can you do me a favor?"
" Sure."
" Can you bring me all the books you got on Angelic lore."
" What for?"
" I think there might be something in them that can explain Dean's behavior."
Bobby constricts his brows questioningly. " What does Angelic lore have to do with Dean's behavior?" Sam then remembered that he never mentioned about Cas's grace being in Dean.
And so Sam took this time to explain everything to the man.
... Meanwhile, Upstairs ...
Dean is seated at the edge of his bed of the dark room, endlessly tapping his foot against the hardwood floor. The dark bags under his eyes looked worse than they had last night. He hadn't slept for four days in a row. How could he, with so much on his mind he could barely get the rest he needs.
But it's more than just simple thoughts. Ever since Dean experienced that dream, after encountering them, whoever it was that appeared to him resembling Castiel. The evil presence never left him, stuck in the back of his mind like a parasite. And it has grown worse each passing day.
Dean believed he was beginning to lose it.
They were talking to him again.
Their whispers rustled in Dean's mind, overlapping and brushing against one another like the leaves of a gale-swept tree, or boisterous streams flowing together to form a deep and powerful river. Each one vied for his attention, grew louder and more insistent until their combined susurration threatened to drown his mind. Voices broke free from the hissing mass, the whispering ocean. Words and sounds erupted into existance. A dozen, a hundred, a thousand seperate strains- all of them impossibly, inconceivably clear despite the great babble surrounding them and him in its cacophonous maelstrom. All so heavy that the hunter knew their weight must crush his brain and send it oozing from his nose and ears.
Dean raked his hands through his hair, he exhales a heavy sigh, and both his feet shake at a quicker pace.
" Get out of my head." He groans quietly.
Overlapping chuckles respond. These voices whirled around the hunter. Joyous and deranged. All demanding to be heard, battering away at Dean's mind, his soul, his sanity.
Dean clamps his eyes shut. The laughing, and taunting, grew quieter. Voice after voice collapsed back into the sea of whispers, submerging in its viscious depths. But this time the murmurs remained. They struggled to burst free once more.
" Dean?"
Dean snapped his gaze up to his brother's concerned voice.
" Do you hear them?" Dean asked.
" Hear what?" Sam said.
Dean looked at him for a long moment. The corner of his lips twitched, as though trying to form a smile but not quite remembering how. Then he gestured with his hand, brushing away Sam's question and his own like a pair of buzzing flies, and lowered his head. Dean returned his gaze to the floor. But his lips were still twitching.
Sam watched him for perhaps a full minute, unable to look away from the edge of his mouth, at the flickering tug that alternately pulled and released his soft flesh like the rhythmic beating of a heart.
" Dean?"
" It's nothing, Sam. Just half asleep is all." He lies. Dean stifled a groan. The whispers in his head expanded and creased into soft laughter.
" I know you're lying, Dean... spill it." Sam stared down his nose at Dean, waiting for the other man to confess.
" I... I was just..." It was on the tip of his tongue to blurt out the truth and beg for help. " It's alright, really... I hadn't gotten much sleep these past few days, my head's just playing games with me." Dean finished. He rises off the mattress, strides past Sam and disappeared in the direction of the bedroom entrance.
The voices laughed. The whispers clawed and caressed on all sides of his mind. Hissing and growling their threats. Eager to devour Dean's sanity.
Dean saunters into the kitchen, grabs a cup from the cabinet then pours himself some coffee. As he turns around he froze in shock. Eyes locking with a pair of malevolent blue orbs, an ear splitting grin, and dark laughter. Black blood cascade the forehead of the man who looked just like Castiel. The cup slips from Dean's hand, smashing to pieces as it hits the floor.
" Good to see you again."
Dean shuts his eyes tightly. " You're not here..."
" Of course we are. Well, in your head at least."
" Go away!"
" Who are you talking to?" Bobby's voice gives Dean a jolt. Dean gulps, shifting his gaze to where evil Cas stood. He was no longer there. At this point Dean was starting to think he has lost his mind. Bobby narrows his eyes. " You okay, Dean? you don't look too good."
Dean's eyes return onto Bobby, his eyes suddenly widen to see evil Castiel standing beside the older man. " I'm, uh... I-I'm fine... Really." Dean stammers.
Evil Castiel begins to circle around Bobby, the way a vulture would circle a carcase. " Ah, Bobby Singer... Do you know what one of us did to him in the other universe?" Dean watched as evil Cas raised his arm, forming his fingers into the shape of a gun right before the older man's head. " Bang!" He imitates a gunshot, then shook into a fit of laughter when he caught a glimpse of Dean's shocked reaction.
" What? What are you looking at?" Bobby ganders around looking for whatever it is that Dean was scared of, but seeing nothing, he was now growing worried for him. " Okay, now you're acting strange..."
" I'm fine, Bobby. I'm just very tired..." Dean lies for the second time.
Bobby already coud tell it wasn't the truth, though the older man wouldn't push Dean into confessing, knowing how stubborn Dean can be. " Okay... Listen if there's anything you want to talk about, I'm all ears."
Dean nods lightly, " Sure thing."
" I better get these books to Sam..." Bobby stood there for a moment longer before leaving the kitchen.
Dean's heart sank. He didn't want to be left alone with this apparition of Castiel. Evil Cas was laughing, mocking him. And the whispering returned again. But they seemed to come from very far away. Those closer, the loudest of the whispers, were jumbled... nonsensical. An inscrutable babble rose around him like the chatter of a thousand madmen.
Dean was being driven over the edge, about to fall into a whirlpool of insanity.
Evil Castiel smirks very darkly. " What's the matter? Can't handle it anymore?"
Dean turns away, trying to collect himself. Under his breath he asked. " What are you?" He suddenly felt Evil Cas standing directly behind him.
" We thought you'd never ask. We are commonly known as..." Evil Cas then leans in and whispers into Dean's ear. " Leviathan."
...
Bobby scours the house in search for Sam, finding the younger Winchester in the guest bedroom. Sam was seated on the mattress going through the books he had requested from Bobby. The older man lightly knocks on the door, pulling Sam's attention away from his research.
" What is it, Bobby?"
Bobby cleared his throat first then replies, " There's something up with Dean... I caught him talking to himself in the kitchen."
Sam narrows his brows. " Weird, in his room he asked me if I could hear them... You have any ideas who or what he was talking to?"
" Not a clue... He pushed it off as being nothing, but you know your brother, he's lying."
" I figured that much... Should I call over Zuriel?"
" It would be best. We don't want whatever it is going on with Dean to get worse." Bobby insisted.
...
" What do you want from me?" Dean says as he backed away from his advancing hallucination.
Evil Cas, or Leviathan as they call themselves, strides closer with a light chortle. " You? What makes you think we want anything from you?" he slaps his thigh in laughter. " You invited us into your mind when you entered Castiel's dream." he continues stepping toward Dean until the man was up against the fridge. " We want to see how long it takes to break you." One last step and he was almost nose to nose with the hunter. " And it seems to be working... But this is only the beginning."
Dean has never experienced such a fear like this before, to be brought down the point to shaking like a leaf. It didn't matter that this being before him wasn't really here, because their dark presence alone was enough to make Dean quiver. For the most part it was that they beared resemblance of his lover, yet their wicked nature made it difficut to handle for Dean.
Dean shuts his eyes for the third time. " Leave me alone."
The Castiel appirition cackles aloud at Dean's weakness.
" Go away!" Dean shouts at the top of his lungs.
" Dean?!"
Dean snaps back to reality at the call of Sam's voice. He opens his eyes to find his brother standing by the stairway, the look of great concern on his features. Dean then pans his gaze to where the Leviathan possessed Castiel was situated, he was gone. Dean blinked a couple times before returning his focus to Sam.
Dean cleared his throat, removing himself from the fridge which he hadn't realized he was still pressed tightly against. " What is it Sam?" he says.
Sam scoffs, seeing right through that lie. " Dean, I heard you scream and you're acting like nothing happened... Seriously, dude, if something's wrong just tell me."
Dean darts his eyes around the room, looking at anything besides his brother. Tapping the tip of his boot against the floor like a child who got caught red-handed for sticking his hand in a cookie jar. He could tell the truth, but Sam would only call Zuriel for answers, which Dean did not want. The angel was busy enough as it is.
Not to mention the last time the brothers interrupted Zuriel. Sam and Dean were hunting down five Djinn somewhere up near the borders of Canada. Sam was the one who preyed for Zuriel to lend them a hand. The raven haired angel did help, but he wasn't too happy to have been pulled away from his mission with Gabriel. Sam understood that, but Dean... he had to sit through Zuriel's boring lecture about the importance of stopping Raphael and protecting mankind's free will and all that jazz. And honestly, Dean was not gonna listen to another one of those speeches.
And so, Dean at last peers to Sam, and replies. " I yelled 'cause I can't get any sleep.. I'm frustrated. I'm running on fumes at this point."
Again Sam knew it was a lie. Rolling his eyes with a irritated sigh. " Listen, if you don't wanna tell me, thats fine by me... just... get some rest, okay Dean?" Sam finishes then returns upstairs to continue his research.
" Right..." Dean says under his breath.
... Meanwhile, Heaven ...
Gabriel exhales a groan of irritation, sitting at his desk in the white room, alone and exhausted. He rests his elbows atop the desk, and with his fingers he starts to rub at his temples. The archangel hadn't had a moments rest since this war began. Raphael's efforts to restart the Apocalypse is waning Gabriel's ability to stop him.
Over the past three months the number of Gabriel's followers were dwindling, many had died in the line of battle against the Traditionalist Angels. Who was Gabriel kidding, all the traditionalist angels on Raphael's side were the older, more stronger warriors in the Garrison. While Gabrel's were more newly trained or less experienced fighters. Although, Gabriel didn't complain about that, they had a strong will to fight.
Then there's the ordeal with Castiel's kidnapping. Gabriel truly wishes he could help the Winchesters out, but the war was keeping most of his time spent in Heaven. Which was why he made Zuriel his emissary. Not only is Zuriel a reliable soldier but he is also Gabriel's closest friend.
Speaking of his friend, Zuriel just so happens to enter the room with two fellow angels. Gabriel shift his gaze toward the three, then rose from his chair. " You're back already... So, did you get anything?" he asks as he reorganizes the mess on his desk.
The two angels looked to Zuriel who gestures them to leave. Once they were alone Zuriel begins to give the imformation he had retreived from his task. " I've captured one of Raphael's followers, and-" he paused for a moment, his eyes dropped to the floor.
Gabriel looks up with a raised brow. " And?..." he says, insisting Zuriel to continue.
Zuriel cleared his throat and finally speaks up. " Raphael may be consulting Crowley."
Gabriel's eyes widen with disbelief. Why on earth would Raphael be working along side the King of Hell? Has he become that desperate to win this war? Or is it something else? Which ever reason it is, it sure as hell wasn't a good thing. Gabriel drops whatever he's doing, moving around the desk and towards Zuriel.
" Gabriel?"
" Hm?"
" What should we do?" Zuriel asked, awaiting his new set of orders from his leader.
" Uh..." Gabriel runs his hand over his mouth, thinking. Knowing that Crowley had ' big plans', as Sam and Dean told him, and whatever it is Raphael wanted part of it. Otherwise, he wouldn't bother with the demon's affairs. And Gabriel couldn't think of any other plan but, " Alright, you and I are gonna work with Sam and Dean from here on out. If and when we find out what Crowley's planning, we'll stop him along with Raphael." Gabriel clicks his fingers to change to his favorite casual attire. " And we'll be saving little Cassy at the same time. That's taking out two birds with one stone."
Zuriel narrowed his brows at that last part. Gabriel could almost see question marks popping over the angel's head, like some confused cartoon character.
" It's a-... N-never mind, we have to meet up with Sam and Dean to tell them what we know. You know where they're staying?"
" Last I saw them it was at Bobby's."
" Bobby's it is then."
And with that the two angels vanish.
...
" Dean! put down the gun!"
That is the first thing Gabriel and Zuriel hear when they reappear in Bobby's living room. The scenario before them had their eyes widen with shock. Dean was standing a few feet away, his back facing the angels, and he was pointing a shotgun at Sam who was pressing himself against the corner with his arms raised in terror. And it looked as if Dean used the whole kitchen as a shooting gallery, and his next target was Sam. Bobby was lying unconscious beside Dean's feet.
" Dean, please! it's me Sam, put down the gun!" Sam repeats.
" I know you sons of bitches are planning something, and it involves Cas! Tell me what it is!" Dean barked.
" What the hell are you talking about?!" Sam nearly jumps out his skin when Dean's response was shooting at the wall just inches from Sam's head.
" Don't play games with me!" Dean spat out with rage.
" What did we miss?" Gabriel speaks up.
Dean swung himself around, shooting without a second thought. The buck shot hits Zuriel in the chest, the angel was unfazed but he clicked his tongue in annoyance, being that was the second time he'd been shot at. Gabriel steps forward, but halting instantly when Dean aimed the gun at him.
Dean gritted his teeth. Beads of sweat cascaded from his forehead, his eyes were rimmed with red, with darks under his eyes and his features were unaturally pale. Dean laughed nervously. " You think you can sneak up on me? HUH?!"
" Sam, what's going on?" Gabriel asked.
" How the fuck should I know, I came downstairs for a drink and Dean suddenly attacked me!"
What they don't know is that from Dean's point of view he wasn't seeing his brother, nor Gabriel and Zuriel but the Leviathans in their place. Taunting, laughing, and mocking Dean in every way possible. Except there was a problem, they no longer appeared to Dean in Castiel's form, but as black tar in a humanoid shape. Their reptilian like eyes pregnant with such malice that it made Dean's heart hammer against his ribs and his stomach bubble like a boiling pot. The voices screamed and shouted with redoubled volume and new ferocity.
" Poor little Lamb... It woudn't be a secret if we go around telling... Besides..." From behind Dean another figure appears, leaning in and whispers. " We find it entertaining to watch you tremble in fear." The laugh that came after scared Dean.
" GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
Suddenly, a battering ram of sensation thundered against Dean's body, striking him from brow to knee, stronger and more devestating than before. Even as he reeled and caught at the table to steady himself, Dean crumbles to the floor. A million voices grabbed at him with their tendrils, icy and intangible. Dean's words had only pushed them back for a fleeting moment. Now they rallied, ignited and exhorted by blackness.
Another flare rocked him. It battered him against the ground as the waves threatened to take the last bit of his sanity. A barrage of speaking, taunting, chanting voices hammered in his ears from the figures just hovering over him- reaching their ominous claws out to him, as if ready to rip out his very soul.
" NO!" with all his strength Dean rose up, pulling free from an invisible embrace that promised destruction and damnation. The gun fell from Dean's grip. He cursed as it struck the floor. Dean staggered foward, hands clamped over his ears, head bent down, struggling to suppress screams and madness, forcing himself to focus beyond the blackness until reality took shape. For a moment all was silent and still. The voices, the blackness, the insanity and malevolence were quelled by the sheer force and magnitude of realization.
It took Dean a while to take in the scene before him, his brother quivering in fear in the corner, Gabriel and Zuriel staring at him in utter shock, Bobby's knocked out frame by the living area... and don't forget the mess, fridge knocked over, glass and liquid everywhere, holes in the walls and ceiling and floor put their by Dean's shot gun.
That realization turned to fear in Dean's brain, stumbling backward until he bumped into the counter, sliding down and brought his knees up to his chest. " Did I do this?" he asked, voice low and shaky. They didn't have to answer that, Dean already knew what he did, and he was terrified. That he almost shot his brother. That he hurt Bobby. Dean looks toward the angels and says in a cracked voice, " What's happening to me?"
Gabriel and Zuriel glance to one another questionably in silence, both possibly wondering what the hell they were gonna do about this little situation.
...
A few minutes after Dean's psychotic breakdown the brothers sat on the living room couch. Bobby was laying on the bed beside them, holding an icepack against the bump on his head which Dean was responsible of. As for Gabriel, he paced back and forth the room quietly. All were silent as they awaited Zuriel's return. The Angel had left to seek advice on their current matter with the older Winchester.
Gabriel shot a quick glance to Dean, then sighed. " So, explain this to me again... You've been seeing Cas?"
" No, dammit!... I told you, he looked like Cas but it wasn't actually him. Someone or... something was possessing him, he referred to himself as 'we' and call themselves Leviathan."
Gabriel's pacing came to abrupt stop, peering to the hunter. " Did you say Leviathan?"
" Yeah..."
The Archangel stepped toward Dean, sitting on the coffee table before him and stared directly into the man's eyes. " Are they speaking to you now?"
" Yes, but it's hard to make out what their saying. They're all talking at once." Dean replied with a shrug. Then narrowed his eyes a bit as if trying to focus. " Wait... They keep repeating something about a Prophecy, and... that they're coming."
Gabriel's serious expression impinged to dread.
" Gabriel?" Sam's voice grabs the archangel's attention. " You know something, don't you?"
Gabriel's eyes drop to his feet. He rose up slowly, sauntered back to his previous spot, then leaned against the wall. "... Before my father created mankind, and long before angels... God made the first monster."
" The Leviathans?" Dean adds.
" Yes..." Gabriel continued, " But they've proved to be too dangerous, so God locked them into Purgatory."
" And what about this 'Prophecy' they keep mentioning?" Sam questioned.
" It foretells their return." All eyes turn to the interrupting male English-accent. It was Pravuil, Zuriel, and BK. The three hadn't even noticed the angel's return.
" What are you saying?" Dean asked.
Pravuil looks over to BK who stepped forth and spoke, " It is said that if the Leviathans were to be released from their prison they will seek out a vessel, one that can harbor thousands of them... ' The Indefectible Vessel'... Which will bring forth the most feared creature of all."
Dean gulped, his gaze dropping for moment as he asks, " Does that explain why I'm seeing them?"
" No." BK replies, " It's the bond you share with Castiel."
" What the hell does that have to do with this?!" Dean shouts.
" Remember what I told you, you experience what Castiel feels, his emotions and his pain... The bond you and Castiel share is the strongest I've ever seen. It is the first time I've heard of one soul-mate being able to see the other's visions before... Which would explain, the hallucination of the Leviathans are not connected to you, they're connected to Castiel. You are only experiencing the effects..."
Dean felt like his heart just dropped to his stomach in realization that the reactions he was going through were that of his lover's. The thought of Castiel seeing these sadistic, malevolent creatures re-ignited that fire of determination in Dean. As well as his anxiety. It was too overwhelming for the man. Dean felt as if the walls were closing in on him, he found it difficult to breathe. The hunter stumbled up from the couch in a hurry, gripping tightly at his chest gasping for air. He suddenly rushed down the hall, sprinted up the stairs and into the bedroom, all the while ignoring the worrying calls of his brother.
Dean slammed the door shut, and locks it. He paced around restlessly, trying to calm himself, but it was too difficult to do so. His mind was filled with so many question that it was driving him mad. ' Why is this happening? What does this all mean? What do the Leviathans want with Cas?'
" Dean."
The hunter swung around, facing BK, and Dean wasn't happy to see him. Dean stomped into the elder angel's personal space and snarled. " How are the Leviathans connected to Cas?!"
"... I think you already know the answer to that..."
The hunter's rage quickly tumbled into a whirlpool of trepidation, back away slowly while he shook his head in disbelief. " No... No, this is bullshit!" Dean barked, pointing a threatening finger at the angel. " You sons of bitches have something to do with this don't you?!"
" A Prophecy is done at God's will, not ours... He chooses how everyone's destiny is played out."
" Don't give me that crap about destiny, and that it's God's will! You Angels and your god damned Prophecies, you allowed the Apocalypse to happen, your Heavenly posse hunted my brother and me down because we were Michael and Lucifer's vessels! Sam had to say yes so we could stop your 'End of Days'!... And now you're telling me that Cas is the ' Indefectible Vessel' for the Leviathans?!" Dean stepped forward again, gripping at the flaps of the angel's blazer. " If your God thinks that playing with our lives is a game to him, then fuck him, I'm not gonna let those things take Cas from me!" Dean releases him then storms off.
Before leaving the room Dean stopped at the door as BK spoke one last thing. " This is the one Prophecy we don't want to come to light, Dean... The Leviathans are the one thing even we Angels fear most. Think twice before accusing my brethren for something we can't control."
Dean stood there in silence for a moment or two, glancing over his shoulder toward BK. " ..." with nothing to say he continues down the hall, leaving the elder angel behind.
...
TBC