"KILL HIM!" Naomi yelled.
"Cas," Dean begged.
Castiel didn't know what to do. He was being ordered to kill Dean. He had been trained not to disobey. He had gone through this exact scenario close to a million times.
"Please don't make me," he begged Naomi.
"Do it!" Naomi roared, sickened by Castiel's weakness.
Castiel couldn't disobey Naomi. He lifted his arm up for the death stroke, when he looked down at Dean cowering from him. He couldn't do this. Dean was his friend. More of a brother to him than any of his so-called real brothers.
He reached down and healed him instead.