Castiel stared after Dean, even after he'd left. Something in his brain flicked on, and he scrambled for his phone, calling for Charlie. He had to contact the 99. Where the Hell was his phone? He'd had it, right…oh.
…oh, no.
Dean pulled Cas' phone from his pocket, glancing between the screen and the road in front of him. He dialled the last number that had texted Castiel, and punched the loudspeaker button.
"Hello, Cassie. I hope you're on your way, or a while lot of people are gonna get hurt, and—"
"I take it I'm speaking to Alistair, yeah?" Dean interrupted. He didn't have the patience to listen to that slimy hiss any more than necessary.
"…And who're you?"
"Officer Winchester of Lawrence 99. Listen, I don't want you anywhere near Cas, you hear me? Leave him alone, you smarmy bastard."
"…Oh, the pig who thinks my Cassie is his. Well, you're wrong, little piggy. Cassie belongs to me. He'd better get here quick, too, because I don't know if he told you, but me an' my friends have a little plan if he decides to leave me again!" Alistair chuckled darkly.
"Friends? How many of you are there?"
This just made him laugh more. "Oh, so Cassie didn't tell you? What a shame. He tells me everything! For instance, did you know, that our little angel has a dark side?"
"So does everyone, dickhead, now answer the question!"
"Aww, you don't wanna play? Well then. I'll just tell you. My big bad boss, who set the fires, who killed your little friend, who's done so much more, Lucifer. You know who that is, Piggy?"
Dean bit back a retort. This was information, and the longer he kept Alistair talking, the quicker he could get to the airport. He turned left. Not that long to go.
"Hmm? Lucifer. Oh, he's been lighting fires before he could walk. His father did, actually. Kind of a family business." A giggle. "Your father was a cop, too, right, Officer Winchester? How did he die, again?"
What the fuck? "Y-You're lying. That's not possible."
"You see, Dean, in this family, whether it be by blood or bond, we hold grudges. Lucifer's father, well, he didn't get on too well with your daddy-dearest, now, did he? John blew Lucy's mother up, you remember that story?"
He did. It was a car chase, she was high, and drunk, and wasn't looking. Boom. Straight into a gas station.
"That was over twenty years ago."
Alistair hummed. "Yeah, about that. Did you know, also, that Lucifer, my friend, my boss, had two brothers? They were just kids at the time, you understand. But, your pa killed their mother, so, yours had to go too."
No.
Alistair laughed, chortled, and Dean realized he'd spoken aloud. "Yup! Your mother went up in flames, but that wasn't the end of it, was it? Your dad became obsessed. Dragging you and little Sammy around for all. Those. Years. Then," Alistair drew air in quickly, making a hissing noise, "he got too close. Sure, Azazel bit the bullet, but Lucifer was still in the game. Did you fix that leaky gas tank, Dean-o?"
Fuck. This was ridiculous. Who the fuck did that?
"You're sick in the head, the lot of you!" Dean growled. He slammed on the breaks, grabbed the phone and stormed inside the airport.
"Aw, now, that's not nice, is it? Now, Lucy's little brothers, they'd seen enough. The eldest ran off, but the youngest? I kept him around. He was fun to play with. Lucy didn't mind too much, I think, they never really got on."
"Wh…what?"
"Bingo! I think he's got it, boys! And you want to know the kicker? Cassie knew. He knows Everything. And how much did he tell you, Dean?"
Alistair said something else, but it echoed. Dean turned, and the crowd around him froze. He went cold. Alistair was there, in front of him. He was shorter than Dean had imagined. But he had a presence that terrified him. But Dean wasn't going to show it.
They hung up on each other without breaking eye contact.
"How does that make you feel, Dean? Would you like to step outside, and we can deal with this properly?"
"I'm sorry, Benny, but I don't have to explain myself to you right now! Just go! He needs help, he can't face Lucifer's band of thugs on his own! They'll kill him before he gets the chance to fight!" Castiel yelled at the police officer.
Kevin, Jo, Ash, and Charlie were running back and forth, equipping themselves with handguns and bullet-proof gear, a luxury that Dean didn't have and Oh, God, please let him be alright.
Benny glared at him or a second, before strapping on his own vest. "Fine. But you're staying here until we get back. Have this." He offered Castiel a walkie-talkie. "I'm not supposed to give these out, but you should probably hear what's gonna go down."
Castiel nodded, and the officers stormed out.
The precinct was empty.
Once again, Castiel was alone.
It took almost half an hour before anything important came over the speaker. A tiny, crackled voice filtered out. A gunshot sounded. Then another. Someone yelled.
"Dean!"
Dean was shoved to the ground. He got up quickly, but Alistair was quicker, drawing a small black hand gun.
"I becha didn't come armed, didya, Dean? Y'know, for a cop, you're not that smart…"
Dean lunged to the side and forward, grabbing Alistair's wrists and forcing them down. The shot hit the pavement harmlessly. Alistair kicked him. Hard. He staggered backwards, and Alistair's gun was up again.
Dean froze. Every inch of him wanted to rip the other limb from limb. "Alistair," He forced, "you don't have to do this. Put the gun down and—"
Alistair barked a laugh. "You're right, Dean, I want to do this. With you out of the picture, Cassie will come crawling back to me. He's not as strong as you'd like to think."
"You think he hasn't called for backup for me, yet? The entire precinct will be on its way right now, you smug little dick, and then what's gonna happen to you?"
"You think I didn't bring my own backup?" Alistair smirked, and his eyes flicked behind Dean's shoulder. A dumb reflex made Dean swivel around, only to be met with a tall, blonde man, with the same blue eyes as Castiel. A knife met him halfway, digging into his shoulder. He yelled and-
A shot rung out. He turned again, and Alistair was on the floor. A second shot, from behind. He crumpled to the ground like a piece of paper.
There was blood. Too much blood. He couldn't tell which was Alistair's and which was his own. Even the most evil people are made of the same junk. He struggled for breath as he watched his life trickle away from him, gathering in a small puddle before running like water down the drain he hadn't noticed they were standing over. Someone shouted, the ground rumbled like an earthquake. The form of someone moved closer to him. More yelling. Make it stop…