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Warnings: This somewhat follows the story line of 7x23. I used some quotes and it is a spoiler so don't read unless you're caught up with the show. Oh and I still don't have a beta so this isn't edited well.
A/N: Hello I'm back! Did you miss me? Anyway so here's chapter 11 for my faithful readers. I love you all of course. I'm actually rather happy with how this chapter came out, but the ending killed me. Ok loves so I know I've been busy and keeping you waiting, but please for the love of everything review. I live for reviews they help me get inspired to write another chapter. So please please review!
Castiel flew away from the shattered remains of the house. His stomach rolled and his throat seemed to close up. He felt sick and wrong and hurt. He had to get to Rufus's cabin. He needed to see Sam and Dean. One to make sure the hunters were still breath and two because they needed to be updated on the situation. Cas hadn't seen either human since he left two weeks ago. He had even gone as far as forcing himself to stay away as they tracked an alpha. It was hard to do, but he had a feeling Dean wouldn't want him there.
He landed outside the cabin and looked around. There was no sign of disturbance but that honestly didn't mean anything when it came to the Winchesters. They could be dead inside the cabin or happily eating at a diner. Walking up to the door Cas took a breath and knocked three times. It was quiet then a series of shuffles echoed through the cabin. Another moment of silence before the door opened revealing Dean.
Castiel had to fight back a sigh of relief at the sight. Dean looked a little tired and angry but lately he always looked that way so Cas wasn't worried. He walked passed Dean and into the living room of the cabin. Sam was standing by the table with the laptop opened behind him. It was good to see them okay.
"Castiel." Sam said with a smile and glance at Dean.
"Sam. Dean." The silence was deafening between the three of them. Dean gave Sam a pleading look. Sam answered back with a look that said he was your angel first. Cas prided himself on learning facial expressions better and decided to put them out of their misery. "No worries, I came here for a reason. I shall be fast; I know how uncomfortable my presence makes you." Again he watched as Sam threw a glare at Dean and Dean grew tense and shuffled his feet. "The prophet is missing."
"What do you mean missing? Where the hell did your brothers take him." Dean asked walking to the table and grabbing a beer.
Cas chose to ignore this interruption and keep going. "After not hearing from my brothers in weeks I went to investigate. I went to Kevin's house. It was a wreck and there was no prophet to be found."
Sam asked nervously, "Well what about the angels Cas?"
Castiel swallowed hard, and turned away towards the window. The sick feeling from before came back with more force. Images popped into his mind and made him shake his head. "Did you know that Leviathans can kill angels? It was one of the reasons my father locked them inside of purgatory. They are the piranha that would eat the entire aquarium."
"Do you mean-" Dean started.
"The entire garrison is gone. Dead. My brothers and sisters killed; even Inias." Castiel flexed his hand. He had held Inias's host body when he had found the dead angel. This was his fault yet again. He had unwittingly persuaded Inias and the garrison to not take Kevin into the desert and now they are all dead. It hurts to watch their blood stain his hands some more.
Silence fell again. Cas had a feeling he was getting looks of pity from both brothers. He refused to look them in the face. He cleared his throat, "Which means that the Leviathans have Kevin." Stating the obvious was always a good way to go when it came to the Winchesters.
Sam and Dean shared another look between them. Sam's face dawned with realization. "That means Dick knows we know how to kill him." Castiel nodded. He did not think that Dick would kill Kevin right off the bat but, he must be using the boy for some nefarious reason. Cas refused to look at Dean instead looking around the room. The cabin hadn't changed much in the two weeks he had been gone. However there seemed to be a lack of fast food wrappers around. Curious.
Cas finally looked at the table Dean was standing behind. It was set up for a summoning ritual. One that had recently been used by the look of it. Walking over to the table, he felt rather than saw Dean tense as he peered over the bowl.
"Who were you summoning?"
Dean scoffed, "Crowley the son of a bitch, we need his blood too. He stood us up though." Sam nodded along keeping his eyes on Cas. Cas on the other hand had to fight the urge to close his eyes and sigh. It was odd that for all their experience and knowledge, the Winchesters could be oblivious to how simple rituals go. "Just because he didn't show up right on time doesn't mean that won't. He can show up at any time." It was sort of an open invitation to whomever the hunter's choice to summon. Cas walked past the boys peering into the other room. There was a slight charge in the air and Cas knew they were now playing host to the King of Hell.
"Right you are feathers." Cas turned around and faced the demon. He was not afraid of Crowley. He was still technically an angel after all. However this would still be an awkward reunion of sorts.
"Crowley."
"Castiel last we spoke, well you enslaved me. I'm confused, why aren't you dead?" Crowley's face seemed to look intrigued and angry.
Crowley holds the key to killing Dick and despite everything that says contrary Cas really didn't want to screw the boys over. So when facing a Demon you once royally screwed over, it might be best to stick to truth. "I don't know."
Crowley took a step towards him, completely ignoring Sam and Dean. "Well do you want to be, because I can help with that?"
"Alright enough." Dean said with a wave of his hand. It had actually surprised Cas that he would say anything at all.
"It's enough when I say it's enough. I came here to help you. I find out you've been lying to me and harboring an angel. Not just any angel, the one angel I want most to crush between my teeth. Now Castiel what do you have to say for yourself?"
Cas refrained from rolling his eyes. When the truth doesn't work go with plan b: crazy. "Well I'm still honing my communication skills. By that I mean avoiding situations where I have to use them. I even refuse to go back to heaven even though it doesn't have insects." Cas said spouting off the first random thing that came to his mind. Crowley's pulled a disgusted face. "What are you talking about?" Cas refrained from laughing, "Preferring insects to angels, I believe. What would you like me to talk about instead? Do you wish for an apology?" The King of Hell looked at the Winchesters. Sam just stared at the opposite wall while Dean shrugged. Crowley turned back to Cas who kept a blank look on his face. "You're off your rocker. He's off he's rocker is that it?" Silence followed the statement and Crowley smirked. "Karma's a bitch isn't it?" Cas almost sighed in relief. Crazy works, crazy made it so people and demons don't take him seriously at all.
"Look, are you here to help end Dick or to donkey punch your old grudges. Pick a battle." Dean exclaimed his voice slightly more rough than before.
"Well I'm vexed I want to do both, but what fun is it to club a wet ball of fur. Text me when sparkles gets he's marbles, I suppose. Until then a present." Crowley fished a bottle out of his jacket and waved it at the boys.
"Really just like that." Sam asked suspiciously.
"Look I was just under a trap for hours with Dick and I really don't have the patience for this. Yes I have it ready, yes Dick wants me to give you the wrong blood, and no it's not the wrong blood it's mine, real deal." The King of Hell said tiredly as if this was a huge waste of time.
"And why should we trust you?" Dean asked the one question everyone was mostly likely thinking.
"Good god don't, never trust anybody. My last business partner taught me that." Crowley retorted saluting Cas with the vial of blood.
Sam shuffled uncomfortably, "Then give us the blood."
"Certainly, oh and Castiel when this Leviathan mess is over I'm coming after you. I would do it now but the boys need you to get Dick."
Cas stiffened, "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Oh come on given the particulars of your enemies, you're vital. Right then, here catch moose." The demon tossed the vial at Sam. "Thanks Crowley." The taller hunter said putting the blood with Cas's and the alpha's.
"Be seeing you boys."
Castiel just couldn't let the demon have the last word he had to say something. "Oh and Crowley, sorry I made you into my little bitch." Cas said pulling he's most innocent face he could muster. Crowley's face on the other hand turned pale and furious at the same time. There's a saying, something about poking a sleeping dog, but sometimes you just can't help it. It was worth it to see Crowley off his game just a little. The King of Hell snapped out of the cabin. Sam and Dean turned towards Cas with looks of shock on their faces. When Cas just shrugged in response they busted out laughing. He chuckled a little too, happy that he made Dean laugh. It was just more proof that the Winchesters were a bad influence on him. His hand was only barely trembling.
Castiel snapped his fingers and used his mojo to clean up the cabin. He was bored. The boys had gone to Dick's company to apparently kill him or at least get some entail. Cas had a gut feeling that they wouldn't be killing the head Leviathan tonight. However Sam and Dean have been gone for hours. Cas had enough time on his hands to collect some food for them. After being caught up in what the Winchesters had been doing without him, they told him about the poisoned food. So Cas thought he would help them with at least that predicament. It wasn't anything high class just some sandwiches, but the angel thought that Dean would appreciate the meat. At least Cas was basing this on the amount of complaining the green eyed man was doing about not having actual substance. The angel had a feeling that Sam would soon try to kill his brother if Dean won't stop whining.
The front door opened suddenly and the two humans dragged themselves into the cabin. Sam collapsed into a chair at the table while Dean landed face first on the couch. Castiel had another feeling that something might have gone wrong. "What happened?" He asked softly. Dean grunted. Sam looked at him with huge sad eyes. "We ran into a bit of a problem before we got into the building." The tall human pulled a flask out of his pocket and put it on the table. Cas could feel energy surrounding it and had an epiphany that he dearly hoped wasn't true. Instead of asking anymore questions he grabbed the two plates that held the sandwiches. "I've obtained food for you both. You need substance."
Sam looked at the plate in confusion and Dean just grunted again. "Don't worry, I went to a small farm in Nepal for the vegetables and grain and I comforted the pig before I slaughtered it for the ham. There is no Leviathan corruptness in these sandwiches." Cas said sighing. Sam took the plate with a small smile of thanks. Dean's head popped over the back of the couch at the mention of meat and looked at the sandwich as if it was the answer to all of their problems. Castiel didn't know whether to feel insulted or complimented.
Castiel stood and watched as the boys making sure that they were eating. It was a little uncomfortable watching over them again. Sam ate his sandwich slowly while he worked on his laptop. Dean on the other hand ate the sandwich like he had been starved for three days. Which if anyone had asked Dean, he would say that he had been starved. Cas smiled just a little at the older hunter's antics. The angel may have put more meat on Dean's sandwich than Sam's. It was a small gesture but Castiel hoped that it made Dean a little more happy.
A knock on the door disturbed the some what domestic feel in the cabin. Sam looked at Dean, who was looking at Cas, who was staring at the door with his head cocked to the side. He didn't think anyone was expected to come here. Sam grabbed his gun and went towards the door, Dean followed standing in front of it with his gun raised. Cas's hand began to tremble. Sam looked through the peep hole and sighed half in relief, half in frustration. The door opened and Crowley strolled in looking rather pissed off. "What the hell was that? You boys were right there! Instead you go off and carry some little cleaning lady."
"How the hell do you know about that?" Dean said lowering his gun but not loosening his grip on it.
"Please give me a little credit. You two are trying to off my competitor with a bone soaked in my blood, of course I'm keeping tabs on you. Why didn't you go kill Dick? It is about the only thing you two are useful for."
Sam cut in, "It's not that simple Crowley."
"Well then simplify it for me." The King of Hell crossed his arms expectantly with his eyebrow raised mockingly.
Dean sighed and sat down at the table. "Dick made more Dicks."
"Excuse me?"
"He must have kept a part of the original Dick Roman stashed somewhere. So now the place is crawling with Dicks." Sam added in.
Crowley rolled his eyes and looked at Cas. "Of course he did because that's what I would have done. Now Castiel why weren't you there to help out?"
Castiel froze as his trembling got worse. Crowley knew, of course he knew, the King of Hell would have been smart enough to figure this out. "I should go find some more food. Sam and Dean will need their strength."
"You've got anything to say on the topic of Dicks. Crowley is pretty sure that you can help." Dean said turning towards him with an expectant look on his face. In the background Crowley looked like he was enjoying this far too much, while Sam just looked confused.
Everybody's eyes were on him and they all wanted answers. Cas felt his heart beat speed up and his breath become harsher. He couldn't understand why he was always the one who was supposed to have an answer. "I can't help, I can't. Don't you get it, I destroyed everything and I will destroy everything again. I can't even be in the same room as you without almost having a mental and physical breakdown. I'll just get everyone killed again. Can we just leave it at that?
Dean slammed his hand on the table and looked pissed off. "No we can't just leave it at that. You let these freaking things in here."
"Dean!" Sam must have seen the look on Cas's face get darker and closed off. But that didn't stop Dean when he's angry.
"So you don't get to stand on the sidelines. You don't get to do nothing about this. No one cares that you're broken Cas! Clean up your mess." That was the truth wasn't it. The Winchesters didn't care that he was barely hanging on to sanity. They didn't care that he was trying to help them to the best of his abilities. They didn't care that he was trying to keep them alive. Why should they care? Castiel was just a fallen angel that used to be their friend. He made a mistake and even though Sam understands, Dean will never forgive him. That was so backwards and wrong. Dean won't forgive him, but expects him to do whatever he says. It's not right. It's not fair, but when has life ever been fair to Cas.
So Castiel took a step forward, just a little closer to Dean. Flashes of past fights with Dean passed through his head and his arm shook. Fighting over Ana, fighting in the pretty room, fighting in the alley way; so much yelling and pain. He wasn't even angry to be honest, just tired. He was tired of Dean being angry at him, tired of Sam's pity looks, tired of trying to do what's right, tired of existing, but most of all he was tired of feelings. He rather be dead than live in this constant state of being miserable. Death sounded so more welcoming than have his self-worth crushed by Dean constantly. Things would have been so much different if he never had gotten involved with Dean Winchester, if he had never wanted to protect the brothers so much.
Castiel looked Dean in the eyes and just stared for a moment. The green eyes were shining with anger and just a little pain and a lot of frustration. Cas didn't even bother hiding his emotions in his eyes. He wanted Dean to see them. All of the pain, sadness, and helplessness surrounded him. He felt the panic rise in him and he let the trembles take over his body again. It was too much, the memories, the feelings, and Dean. Cas wrapped his arms around himself to try and control the shaking, but it just got worse. He crashed to his knees staring into those eyes. He saw the flash of surprise and concern in them. It was just like all the other times Cas had fallen in front of Dean. It seemed to always catch Dean off guard. "You know…" Cas started, his voice was wrecked and body still shaking. "I wish I could hate you."
It wasn't until he had said the words out loud that Cas realized how true the statement was. He doesn't regret meeting Dean. He would never regret meeting Dean; hell he couldn't bring himself to regret anything he did for Dean. However, there were moments that he wished so much that he could hate Dean just a little. Cas wouldn't be suffering as much if he could just manage to hate the Winchester. Although he knew this, he just couldn't bring himself to hate Dean, because well it's Dean. The righteous man, the soul he saved from hell, the human he rebelled for, the man who once called him a friend, he couldn't hate him. However staring into those stupid green eyes and seeing the flash of anger and pain in them, Cas really did want to hate Dean.
Cas didn't even give Dean the chance to retort before he cloaked himself and flew upstairs. The bedroom was small and close enough to the stairs to still overhear everyone talking downstairs. It was ideal, so he could keep an eye on the boys. However part of him was still dying to just fly away from the Winchesters and not look back. That wasn't going to happen though. He has a responsibility to fix what he could.
He listened to the sounds below. Crowley's voice carried through the cabin. "Oh bravo Dean-o, a real bang up job in keeping your angel around. You do realize that you just scared off the empire's last hope, right?"
Dean sighed, "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Really boys, did it ever occur to you that all of those things were inside of Cas. He knows them. He can see past the meat suit." Cas fought an urge to punch something. He knew that stupid demon would have figured it out by now. It wasn't as if Cas meant to keep it a secret, but even from what he saw on the television, he could see the Leviathans for what they truly looked like. He didn't tell Sam and Dean because it wasn't a situation where his skill was needed. However that seemed to also have changed in the past few hours.
Sam's voice filled the air with a sense of hope to it. "So he could see the real fake Dick Roman."
"A+ to Sam. It's too bad that Dean had to scare him off or you two might have had a chance." Crowley said then Castiel felt as the demon made his exit from the cabin.
"Son of a bitch." Dean exclaimed hitting something yet again.
It was quiet for a while before Sam said, "Maybe you should pray to him?"
"The dude doesn't even want to look at me. Why would he come back?"
"Because it's Cas and when has he ever really screw us over?" Cas felt a rush of gratitude towards the taller human. It felt so long since anyone had any faith in him.
"He helped get you to kill Lilith, starting the apocalypse." And suddenly the good feeling dropped and a sinking feeling in his gut replaced it. Everything Dean said always had a greater impact on him.
"He then rebelled and sent you to me trusting you to stop me, which didn't happen." Cas nodded it wasn't completely his fault the apocalypse began.
Dean kept going, "He left your soul in hell." Castiel winced at the harshness of Dean's voice. It was a mistake. He would have never intentionally leave Sam's soul in the cage with Lucifer.
Sam retorted, "While attempting the impossible to try and save me from the cage, then tried to find a way to restore it."
"He worked with Crowley."
Sam actually laughed a bitter laugh, "We're currently working with Crowley."
There was a pause as if Dean was staring his brother down. "He broke down your wall." The pain in Dean's voice made Castiel want to crawl into a ball and hide. It hurt him to think that he was the cause of that pain. Sam's voice was softer, "Then took crazy into himself and I can't even be mad about it. If he hadn't torn it down then it would have crumbled away and no one could have fixed me."
"He popped the lid to purgatory and set loose the Leviathans." Dean said but the fight in his voice was slowly diminishing. Cas could actually hear the frustration in Sam's voice as he said loudly, "He opened purgatory to stop Raphael from starting another apocalypse. Then when he realized what the souls were doing to him, he tried to put them all back even though he thought it would kill him. You want to know what's funny. Every reason you just brought up was Cas trying to do what he thought was right thing to do at the time."
There was another silence. Cas didn't know if he should feel bad for eavesdropping but how else would he find anything out. The hunters didn't trust him anymore. Then a sigh and Dean saying quietly, "I know Sammy."
"I know what you're doing Dean and it's not going to work." Castiel could practically feel Sam's judging gaze on him and he shivered lightly.
"Sam please just leave it, I know believe me I know. I just need a little more time." The angel was shocked to hear Dean sound so broken for a moment. It took everything he had not to go back downstairs and apologize again. He didn't want to be the reason that Dean Winchester sounded like that. However he did feel like it wasn't fair! Cas wanted to know what was going on in Dean's mind. He wanted Sam to keep bugging Dean until the elder hunter admitted everything! The taller hunter usually didn't shut up this easily. Any insight to the emotional turmoil going on in Dean's head was always appreciated. However the silence continued and Cas let out a sigh of frustration. Every time he thinks he is getting a little closer in figuring out the anomaly that is Dean Winchester, he gets thrown off course. It was upsetting. He had just spent the past few minutes listening to the man bring up everything Cas hated himself for and apparently it wasn't done out of hate. How is that even possible? This was just another reason why he hates the complexity of emotions.
It had been a few hours since the angel had hidden upstairs. The boys must be trying to find a way to tell Dick from the other Dicks. Guilt clawed at his stomach; maybe he should just go down there and help even though he was upset with Dean. He was half way to the door when Cas felt a presence in the room. It felt like a ghost. However the only ghost to have balls enough to hang around the Winchesters would be…
"Hello Bobby. What can I do for you?"
"How did you know it was me?" Bobby asked making himself corporal in the room.
Castiel had a feeling that angel mojo wouldn't be the best answer to give. "I saw the flask. I knew what it was." There that was logical and not a lie.
Bobby's face clouded with anger as he took a step towards the angel. "Why didn't you just burn the damn thing, you idjit. It doesn't take a genius to know what's happening to me."
"I already took you from them once, I couldn't do it again." The answer was out of Cas's mouth before he even thought about it. Shockingly enough it was the absolute truth. He wouldn't take Bobby away from the boys again. The older hunter's death and really effected the boys. Bobby's face seemed to lose all pretense of being angry, instead a hollow pain shown through. "Dick shot me, not you." Bobby said calmly.
Cas shrugged, "I let loose the Leviathans. If I had just listened, you wouldn't be dead."
"Cry me a freaking river. I was a hunter you numbskull. It was a miracle I survived this long on the job." That made Cas pause for a moment. It was true. Bobby constantly put himself in danger by being a hunter. He would have died sooner or later, but for some reason Cas couldn't shake the feeling that it was his fault.
"That's not how Dean sees it."
Bobby smirked just a little. "That's because that boy is too stubborn and hard headed for his own good." A small ache started in Cas's chest. It was obvious that Bobby really missed the boys. "I am sorry, I didn't listen to you." Cas said even though saying sorry wouldn't fix anything.
Bobby just sighed. "Explain it to me. I will hear you out just tell me why all of this went down. Why did you go to such extremes to win the war?"
"I suppose it's the same reason you stayed behind as a ghost rather than moving on. Which by the way is an incredibly stupid idea, but it was to protect Sam and Dean wasn't it?" Cas said tiredly because in the end that's what everything came down too.
"They may be grown but they're still a couple of idjits." The elder hunter smiled ruefully. Cas smirked in return. "Aren't we all?" There was a slight pause. Cas could tell that Bobby was trying to figure out what to ask. "Why didn't you just come to us in the beginning?" It was a fair question, one that Sam and Dean probably wish to ask as well. One that Cas himself had wondered throughout his time with Crowley and in the asylum. "You, Dean and Sam have all given up so much just for this world in your short lifespan. I've spent millions of years forced to watch over earth but not interfere. I couldn't ask more of you, not when your lives had gotten a little less chaotic." Which was stupid in hindsight since the war was about the apocalypse. However at the time it had made since to him. Bobby gave him a critical look and nodded his head slowly.
"I understand about the Crowley thing. Hell we've all worked with the bastard. It's just you choice that demon over us, over Dean." The ache in Cas's chest grew a little more. The fact that Bobby was more upset about him betraying Dean instead of all the other sins he committed, was painful. It just proved how much better of a person Bobby Singer was compared to himself.
"Yes well at the time none of you seemed to really care about what was happening with heaven or me." Cas winced; it was far more painful to admit things out loud rather than just writing them down.
"No I don't suppose we did. We're all a bunch of idjits, but we should have been there for you as well. Anyone who knew you could have seen how strung out you were, but we ignored it because the problem was in heaven and not on earth." Cas shied away from Bobby. Neither Sam nor Dean had admitted to that, but hearing it from Bobby confirmed Castiel's assumptions. The ache in his chest turned into a sharp pain. This conversation was painful. "Heaven is still my home; I couldn't stand by and watch it become destroyed." Cas said appealing towards the man's sense of home. It was obvious to the angel that Bobby had cherished his house and broken cars.
Bobby sighed and rubbed the back of his nonexistent neck. "I guess we always forgot that the angels were your brothers and sisters."
Bobby was a father figure to Dean and he wasn't going to be around any longer. Cas needed to tell him, what he has been hiding deep down. For Bobby, he could say how he actually felt. The older hunter deserved that much. "The entire time I felt like I was slowly dying and no one seemed to care. I was fighting a war not for humanity or for free will, but because I didn't want to see Dean Winchester sacrifice anymore. I couldn't make any sense out of these feelings and I don't know when his happiness became a top priority, but without him around I was useless. I felt so lost and it hurt more than anything to know that he thought I had betrayed him. At the end I just didn't know what else to do. I knew I couldn't be saved but I was willing to risk everything so that he might be. I was certain that I was going to die and my last thoughts were I wish I could relive it all again, even the bad as long as it came with all the good." Castiel looked at Bobby with all the confusion and lost written across his face. Bobby looked at him with sympathy as if he understood exactly what Cas was going through. It just puzzled Castiel even more because he didn't even know what he was going through.
Bobby coughed and shuffled his feet. "Alright enough of this emotional bull crap. This is not why I came to see you."
Cas perked up. He was all for not talking about emotional stuff. It was highly uncomfortable and far to revealing for his liking. He now thought he understood Dean a little more and Sam a little less. Feelings were not something he liked to converse about with anyone, not even himself. "What can I do?"
"Don't leave them. They're a couple of idjits who never seem to think things through." Bobby's eyes bore into his own. Cas had a moment of understanding. "You're going to burn the flask." It wasn't a question because there was no 'if' involved. Bobby was going to do it.
The hunter looked down at his hands and clenched them into a fist. "I know what's happening to me, I don't want to become another weight on their shoulders."
Castiel understood becoming another burden on the boys was the last thing anyone who cared about them wanted. "They miss you." The angel said softly. It was the only that he could think of saying.
"They're my boys and I couldn't just leave them to fight Dick alone." Bobby said as his face softens. "You have to promise me that you'll be there for them. Dean damn well might not like to admit it, but they need you. I don't want that son of a bitch killing them too."
Castiel hesitated. He wanted to promise but was unsure that he could live up to that promise right now. Looking at the gruff hunter, Cas felt the pain in his chest spike and swallowed. "I promise." The angel said closing his hand into a fist as it started to shake. However it was worth it, for the look of relief that shown on Bobby's face. "I gotta go and talk to them, before I lose control again. I just had to make sure that someone was going to look after them. I couldn't leave them by themselves again."
Castiel nodded and held out his hand towards the ghost. "Goodbye Bobby it was a pleasure to have known you."
Bobby smiled and grasped the angel's hand. Cas had to refrain from shuddering at the icy numb feeling that crawled up his hand. Instead he smiled back at the hunter. "Goodbye Cas, take care of my boys." Bobby said then disappeared out of the room. He knew that Bobby had gone downstairs to say goodbye to Sam and Dean.
Castiel moved to the stairs and watched the last time the Winchesters and Bobby would be together. The pain in his chest seemed to double as he watched them say goodbye. Dean looked so torn and Sam just looked more lost. Bobby never took his eyes off them. The older man wanted Sam and Dean to be the last thing he saw. Cas became even more determined than he had been to protect them. Castiel had to do this for Bobby. Even if it meant facing the Leviathans, even if it meant his own death again, he wouldn't let those boys do this alone. Clenching his fists in front of him to keep from trembling, the angel made up his mind. He was going to fight along Sam and Dean one more time.
A/N: Ta-dah! I sincerely hoped you enjoyed that as much as I did. I love Crowley and Bobby so of course I had to bring them into the story. I like to think in my head that Bobby talked to Cas to get him to help the boys. I do hope that you enjoyed the conversation between Bobby and Cas. I didn't want it too emotional but I thought it would be important to Cas for Bobby to know everything. Also Crowley is just fun to write. Please let me know how you liked it. Reviews are love, people!