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After hours of researching, Dean's eyes were beginning to get tired from flipping through the book he had been given. Daylight had long since faded and been replaced with the table lamps in Bobby's living room as the three men sat around, the smell of old books filling the air. Bobby had returned shortly after Dean had announced his plan and, after hearing about Dean's idea, had put them to work flipping through every sheaf of paper he could vaguely recall having the word 'angel' on it.

"I got jack on any holy holding cells, you guys?" Dean asked, looking up from his book and taking a swig of beer. He was on his third one and was hoping to have four more before the night was up. He had decided that drowning his various emotions was better than facing them. As he saw it, he didn't have any emotions right now. He was just the hardened hunter that he had always been. He had pushed Castiel completely out of his mind and planned to continue until he was dull inside again. All he was supposed to care about was the looming apocalypse and the welfare of his little brother. There was no room for infatuations of any sort, whether it be for woman or man, or angel in a man suit. He had been blocking Cas out of his mind and life since they had gotten caught by Sam, but it wasn't just the physicality's of their strange relationship he found himself missing. It was the angel's stoic nature and up-front personality that he missed. No, he didn't miss Castiel. He couldn't allow himself to. He didn't miss Castiel.

"I got nothing." Replied Bobby from his spot behind his desk, pulling Dean out of his reverie.

"Wait, here's something." Sam spoke up, not looking up from the text. "It says here that there's a place to keep the holiest of humans on Earth since they can't survive in Heaven."

"Keep going." Dean prodded.

"It says it's in a sanctuary unable to be found but by those who know the location."

"So, we're screwed." Dean deflated. He snapped his book shut and leaned back against the couch, taking another swig.

"It seems to me, you need to make the call." Bobby's words cut through the silence like a knife, Dean's eyes flew open and he sat up.

"No!" Dean and Sam shouted in unison. Dean narrowed his eyes at Sam before shaking his head violently and clearing his throat. "No friggin way." He chugged the rest of his beer in record time and got up for another.

"The way I see it," Bobby called after him. "We ain't got no other choice!" Dean came back, still shaking his head.

"And the way I see it," Dean spat. "We've been doing this for years without him!"

"In case you haven't noticed princess, we haven't been dealing with ANGELS till he came around!"

"We can figure it out!"

"And how do you expect we do that? Wave our magic wands and the place will be lit up in Christmas lights? It doesn't work that way Dean! We need his help!"

"I DON'T NEED HIM BOBBY!"

The air was still as Dean stood shaking and flushed in the middle of the living room, fingers white-knuckled against the bottle he was gripping. Bobby looked shocked at the outburst and Sam sat, afraid to move a muscle. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity. It wasn't Sam who broke the silence, nor was it Bobby, or even Dean. It was a faint fluttering of wings.

Castiel suddenly stood a foot away from Dean, seemingly unaware of what had just happened. "I've come to offer assistance. I have found where the angels are keeping Adam." Dean took a step back, quickly ignoring his skipped heartbeat.

"What, so now you've been listening in on our conversations?!" Dean rounded on him, he got right up in his face and began yelling, but the angel did not flinch or fluster.

"No."

"You just hear your name and your ears prick up like a dog?!"

"No."

"Then how did you know we were going for him?!"

"It is your nature, Dean." Dean could feel the angel's stare boring into what felt like his soul. Those emotions he was suppressing welled up in his veins and for a moment he almost let them through. He shook his head and righted himself, maybe if he stayed angry he could drive the angel off. Maybe, just maybe, he could get away from those too blue eyes that incited a great big something in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't quite figure out. He decided then and there that it had to be anger. He had to make Castiel hate him, because if he didn't, Cas would come to the conclusion himself and Dean couldn't do it. It was so much easier to let go of someone who hated you. And Dean had to let go, he would go crazy if he didn't.

"Well, if you hadn't gone and stopped me from giving myself to Michael, Adam would be fine, wouldn't he?! So it's your fault. In the end you stuck him in that position, didn't you!"

"I did what I thought was right. I unsuspectingly traded him for you." His eyes hardened, and Dean reciprocated. The air seemed to vanish from the room, the only things left were the two of them. Cas narrowed his eyes at Dean. "Do you want the location, or not?" Dean faltered for a moment, before drawing anger from within himself. He seethed at the angel, rage rolling off him in waves. Cas stood there unwavering, watching him closely with that annoying head tilt he did, wearing that stupid oversized trench coat, with his stupid backwards tie. Dean sneered and glared, why doesn't he just look away? He wondered to himself, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from those stupid blue eyes with the millennia of knowledge behind them. After what felt like an eternity, to their left, Sam cleared his throat.

"So, where is this room?"

"I can bring you." Neither of them looked away, Dean felt his fury at the angel heat up to a rolling boil in his veins. How could he be so calm right now?

"Well, that's that." Sam got up and headed toward the two in the middle of the room, hoping to pull them apart. "Bobby we'll – " But before he could finish his sentence, there were fingers on his forehead and he was zapped to the middle of a parking lot right outside of an abandoned warehouse.

"Where the hell are we?" Dean asked roughly as soon as he felt his feet on the ground. He and Sam followed Cas as he began walking quickly alongside the building.

"Van Nuys, California."

"Well that's just great Cas. Van Nuys. Really? Where the hell is the beautiful room?" Dean asked harshly, rolling his eyes and practically jogging to keep up with Cas.

"In there."

"Tell me again why you don't just grab Adam and shazam the hell out of there." Sam said from his spot beside Dean. They stopped suddenly beside a door and Cas turned quickly to face them, his coat billowing out behind him.

"Because there are at least five angels in there." There was a dangerous determination set in his face, only enhanced by his grave tone.

"So? You're fast."

"They're faster." Dean watched as the man in front of him removed his tie and wrapped it around his hand. "I'll clear them out, you two grab the boy. This is our only chance."

"Woah, wait wait wait. You're going to take on five angels?!" Dean gaped incredulously at Cas, who stared back coolly.

"Yes."

"Isn't that suicide?" Sam asked, blinking between the two men.

"Maybe it is." Cas paused, pulling a box cutter out of his pocket and turning around. There was deafening silence as Dean and Sam watch the angel's back. His head bowed and hand moving furiously, occasionally they heard him hiss in pain. After another minute, he turned around. The knife was covered in blood and his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a sliver of blood-stained skin. His eyes flickered to Sam and landed back on Dean. "But this is the only solution I can think of that will save Adam while also giving you space from me." He didn't wait for an answer as he walked inside the warehouse.

Dean stood there, gawking at the air where Cas had been standing. Sam watched emotions flash over his face as he heard the battle rage inside the warehouse.

"That stupid, selfish, self-sacrificing, son of a bitch!" Dean screamed at the sky and he kicked the ground. Sam shushed him, but he didn't hear, all the anger he had been forcing himself to feel turned real and suddenly nothing mattered. "I swear Sam. I swear if he's not dead in there!" Sam grabbed his arm when he didn't hear anything inside the warehouse. "I'll friggin kill him!" He shouted as Sam pulled him into the warehouse. "You hear me Sam? I'll KILL – " but the last word died on his lips as he took in the expanse of the empty warehouse. Cas was nowhere to be found. "That selfish son of a bitch." Dean whispered, shoulders slumped. Sam knew they couldn't wait around, so he tugged Dean again and pulled them into the beautiful room.