Castiel looked at his blood covered hands as they shook slightly. He was so tired of fighting, killing humans, demons, and family.
"Family problems?" a male voice said to the left of Castiel.
Jumping slightly, Castiel turned his head to see Crowley looking at him. A hell hound sat to the right of the King of Hell, growling at the fallen angel. Castiel looked back at his hands. He was so tired; Crowley didn't seem worth fighting. Crowley sighed, as much as he loved seeing people and angels alike hurt, Castiel just looked pitiful. He didn't have that old spark that made him worth teasing.
"Well Cass, my boy, you seem to have forgotten what you came here to do," Crowley said.
Castiel gave a once over at Crowley before his curiosity became too much for him. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, you came down here to protect the Winchester boys didn't you? Look where you are now, mindlessly following orders that you can't remember come from while the boys try to fix your mess. Don't you think you should figure out your priorities?" Crowley questioned.
"Why are you trying to help me?" Castiel asked with caution, his wings flaring slightly.
The hell hound growled at the movement, baring its teeth. It calmed as Crowley petted the dog's head. "Call it a cashing in of a favor. I owed the boys a solid and now I've paid my dues. See you around Castiel," Crowley said before disappearing.
Castiel looked back down at his hands before a fire relit in his eyes. He was going back home; back to Sam and Dean.
