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"Our father himself wanted the apocalypse to start. He wrote it. He left us with no instructions, Castiel," Uriel said. "We're tried. We just want this to end. Won't you join us, brother?"
Alistair took his chance to leave, glaring spitefully at Dean and Castiel. Castiel stared at his brother in disbelief as Uriel tried to convert him to his side. Dean tensed behind the angel, knowing that there was no way possible that he'd be able to escape two angels- he wasn't trying to fool himself.
"Others have joined me, Cas. Now, please, brother, don't fight me. Help me. Help me spread the word. Help me bring on the apocalypse. All you have to do is be unafraid."
"For the first time in a long time, I am," Castiel said. Uriel smiled, arms held out as he walked to meet his brother but Castiel punched him, sending him into the wall.
"Damn, Cas. What muscle are you hiding beneath that tax accountant suit?" Dean whistled. Castiel turned towards Dean with a raised eyebrow.
"Did you really think I'd turn, Dean?" he asked and then he turned back towards Uriel. "You can't win, Uriel. I still serve God." Uriel was on Castiel in a second, grabbing the angel by the collar and holding him there as he punched Castiel.
"You haven't even met the man. There is no will. No wrath. No God," Uriel grounded out as he punched the angel he once called brother. Dean grabbed a metal crowbar and wacked Uriel on the back of the head. The force of the hit was enough to draw Uriel's attention towards him.
"Maybe. Or maybe not. But I'm not chopped liver," Dean said. Uriel's eyes narrowed and Castiel took the distraction as a chance to pull out a short blade and thrust in into Uriel's chest. Uriel's eyes widened as he turned back to Castiel and then he slumped to the ground, dead. Castiel looked at his brother with a sad expression in his eyes. He stepped over the body so he could stand next to Dean.
"How'd you do that?" Dean asked. "Kill an angel?"
"Only an angel can kill another angel," Castiel informed him. His eyes were tracing the outline of Uriel's wings that had been burned into the ground. Dean noticed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Hey, I can give you a minute-" Dean said but Castiel pressed his fingers to Dean's forehead and they found themselves in Dean's room. "Dude, tell a guy before you do that!"
"My apologies," Castiel said, not looking at Dean.
"Cas… come on, he was a dick…" Dean said. "You did the right thing…"
"The right thing?" Castiel scoffed, finally turning towards Dean. "I just killed my brother who wanted to start the apocalypse! Nothing about this situation is right!" Dean looked away from the angel and then Castiel disappeared when Dean didn't say anything. When Dean looked back, he was met with an empty room.
"Damn it, Cas! You're supposed to say something before you leave!" Dean growled. "I am so kicking your angelic ass when you get back here!"
"Dean," Castiel said from behind Dean. Dean jumped and turned around.
"Damn it! Stop doing that!" Dean snapped. "Where'd you go, anyways?"
"I had to remove Uriel's body," Castiel said, sitting down on the bed. He folded his hands in his lap, looking down at them. Dean swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck as he suddenly felt like a hormonal teenager in the situation where his girlfriend was in his room, on his bed, and he was trying to make a move. He hadn't felt nervous about making a move in a long time.
"So you… really pulled me out of Hell?" Dean asked.
"I believe we had established that already," Castiel blinked. Dean let out an annoyed huff.
"I mean… what was it like? Why did you pull me out of Hell?" Dean asked, running his hand through his short military haircut.
"You remember Hell. You don't need me to tell you what it's like," Castiel said. "As for why I pulled you out of Hell, I had orders." Dean looked up in exasperation. He walked over to Castiel. The angel looked up with his eyes, straightening his posture slightly.
"Why you? Why not some other angel?" Dean asked.
"I don't know," Castiel said. "I had orders and I followed them."
"I'm…" Dean trailed off. Glad it was you.
"Dean?" Castiel asked.
"Just shut up," Dean growled, straddling Castiel and brushing their groins together as he smashed their lips together in a hot, desperate kiss. Castiel kissed him back eagerly, placing his hands on Dean's hips to pull him closer. They weren't going to stop but a loud knock interrupted them. They parted slightly, both panting heavily, hoping that if they didn't say anything, the demon would just go away.
"Dean! Dean, open the door! Hurry!"
"Maybe you should get that," Castiel whispered.
"Maybe you should shut up," Dean said stubbornly. Castiel raised an eyebrow but Dean rubbed the front of the angel's tented pants, making him stifle a moan.
"This… seems detrimental… to what you said you wanted from me," Castiel said.
"Dean! Damn it, Dean! It's Casey, open up!" Dean groaned and got off of Castiel's lap to answer the door.
"What?" Dean demanded.
"Get your head out of your dick, Dean," Casey barreled through and knowingly stepped into the devil's trap, looking fearful as Dean closed the door.
"What the hell, Casey?" Dean demanded. "You know I have devil's traps in here!" Casey lost the look of fear and gained one of defiance.
"Is it true?" Casey demanded.
"Is what true?" Dean asked.
"What Alistair's saying? Are you Dean Winchester?" Casey demanded.