A/N: In case you guys didn't know, I'm a huge destiel fan, so the conversation between Dean and Cas is, if you squint, kind of destiel-y. But anyway, things are heating up. Things are happenings. Thank you to everyone reading this and please enjoy.

2009 – May

Part 3

"You lied!"

Castiel frowned and tilted his head slightly. "What?"

Dean scoffed and shook his head as he took a step towards the angel, "About the apocalypse, about stopping it. We need to kill Lilith? You sure about that? Because she's also the last. Seal. Or did you forget to mention that?"

Castiel's frown didn't leave his face and he slowly shook his head, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Dean sighed and ran a hand over his face and through his hair. "The angels want this apocalypse to happen! You want it to happen! Tell me Cas, is there one thing you've said to me that's true?"

"Dean, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Go fuck yourself Cas!" Dean cursed, turning away from Cas with a shake of his head.

Cas narrowed his eyes at Dean's back, reached a hand out to his shoulder, turned Dean around and slammed him back against the nearest car. Dean stared back at Cas with shock and mild fear in his eyes. "The angels don't want Lucifer walking free. It would be a very bad decision, so why would I lie?"

Dean steeled himself and fixed his glare back onto his face, "You tell me Cas. Why the hell do you want this?"

"I don't."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"What about your bosses huh?"

Cas tilted his head and pursed his lips, "Uriel was working against us, but he's dead. I- I killed him."

Dean blinked, pulled his head back slightly and frowned at Cas, "What?"

Cas let go of Dean's shoulder to duck his eyes towards the floor. "I discovered that he was the one who had set Alastair free to harm you."

Dean paused a moment before he asked, "Why didn't you say?"

"Because it's angel business. Nothing you need to worry about. Besides, it's in the past." There was silence for a few seconds before Cas turned away from Dean with a shake of his head, "I'm on your side Dean. I don't know how I can convince you of that," he turned to face the hunter again, "but I don't want this apocalypse any more than you do."

Dean stared at Cas for several seconds before he said, "Sure doesn't feel that way from where I'm standing."

"Dean-"

"Figure it out Cas," Dean said before he turned and stalked back inside to try to grab some sleep.

Matthew watched Anna talk across the room with three other angels she still trusted. He didn't know any of them, but she wanted to stop the apocalypse, so he trusted them, somewhat. They still held contact with Heaven and other angels upstairs and they were feeding Anna some recent news. He was only half listening, his mind too focused on the strange feeling that hung inside of his chest.

There was no way to describe it and he rubbed a hand over the centre of his chest with a deep breath and a small frown. Something was off and he hoped it was just his gut instincts about Anna and the other angels. He wanted to believe them, and something was nagging at him in the back of his mind to trust Anna, to trust her on nothing but her word, but he couldn't fight the feeling that he didn't trust her and it left him feeling as though something had started to hollow out inside of him.

"As long as Sam is still locked away then we should be fine," Anna remarked and Matthew lifted his head up, trying to focus back in on the conversation.

One of the other angels shrugged his shoulders, "They have a back up plan. They're insistent that it is going to happen but trying to get anything out of them, I'm not that high level Anna. None of us are."

"So we think like them," Matthew added, attracting four sets of eyes in his direction. "We're angels trying to keep the apocalypse rolling. How do we make sure Sam kills her?"

"Help him to escape," one of the angels commented.

"How? Do we know how he's locked away? Who's watching him? Who's making sure nobody talks to him?"

Anna raised one brow and Matthew tried to ignore what looked like a smirk crossing her face to look at the only other male angel who said, "He's at Bobby Singer's house in the basement with Dean Winchester, Charlotte Dixon and Natalie Miller. Natalie is staying by his side while the others are staying within the household."

"Another angel," one of the others said.

"How? Who?"

"Castiel," Anna whispered.

Sam twisted his head to one side as the muscles in his arms tensed and his breathing got heavier. Natalie laid curled up on the floor against the bed, a blanket draped over her and a pillow underneath her head as she shuffled slightly as Sam grunted in his sleep.

Azrael stepped next to her and lifted her into his arms. After a moment they appeared in Bobby's living room and he set her on the couch, making sure she was still asleep before he disappeared back downstairs to undo the cuffs on Sam's wrist. He pressed two fingers to Sam's head, watched the hunter frown with a smile and disappeared.

In his dream, Sam watched Lilith talk amongst other demons. They pointed to a map which, from where Sam was hiding behind a marble pillar, was of the Sioux Falls area with a circle around Bobby's house.

"Azazel's boy king," Lilith scoffed with a chuckle, "I wonder how great a king he'll be without his little girlfriend, his brother and the other one."

"What are you thinking?" one of the demons asked, a grin on his face.

"A little blood, a little torture. If we show Sam, on Dean and Charlotte, what we're willing to do to his girlfriend, then maybe he'll stop his little quest to stop Lucifer."

There was a chuckle from the demon as he inched closer to Lilith, "What do you want us to do?"

Lilith looked away from the map and towards him with a cruel smile, "Watch the house. Make sure it's surrounded and we have people in place."

"I'll get right on it."

Sam bolted up in the small cot, his eyes wide and the panic room coming back into view. "Natalie," he mumbled and he threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He took two steps before he realised that his wrists were free and he lifted them up in disbelief. A creak made him look up to see the door open up and he stared at an empty hallway with a sense that he was walking into a trap. "Hello?" he called out, taking small, tentative steps towards it. "Who's there?"

When he stepped out of the panic room he was alone and he took one last look at the room before he bolted it, quietly, up the stairs. He slowly stepped out into the main house, listened carefully, and beelined it towards the salvage yard out back. He looked for the nearest usable car, hot wired it and drove out of the salvage yard and on to the road.

He and Ruby had a safe house and if they were fast and if Sam didn't make too many stops, Lilith would be dead by tomorrow.