(Bobby Singer)
"Oh my fuckin' God," I say when I get up to where Lilith's got Dean and I actually slip in his blood. I can't believe how many times she's stabbed him in the short window of time between now and when he ran out of the cafe. I've never seen the results of such rage in a demon before and I know, if Castiel doesn't do something, Sam will have no choice but to exorcise her and I don't think I can take it if I lose both of 'em.
I take Ruby's pig sticker as the demons in Lilith's camp start to move in and I stab the closest one to me. It screams and winks out of existence and I try to move on to the next one and get clobbered. I hate the fact that I'm old and not as strong or as fast as I used to be but the killer instinct the US Army and the army of darkness has instilled in me kicks in and they're starting to fall like timber in a microburst.
These demons are strong and smart, the cream of the crop, and it's like slogging through a rice paddy with a full pack on but I can see a little daylight around us. I'm paying the price, bleeding in a bunch of places and I'm pretty sure my nose is busted again but it's a small price to pay to keep the bastards away from Dean so he can at least die in peace.
I look around for Ruby and she's stuck to Sam like white on rice as he faces down Lilith. I hold up her knife and beg her with my eyes for some help but she shakes her head. So I look around for Castiel and I can see him making his way around the perimeter of the church, down the north aisle, past the north transept and finally up to the alter, never once stopping to smite a demon or to offer comfort to the still living or absolution to the dead and dying. He finally makes his way to us and, not that he lifts a finger or anything, the pack moves back and I'm thankful at least for that.
"Can you save him?" I ask and he looks down at Dean and then looks back up at me with that fucking, half retarded, serene look of his and just says, "It's God's will," and I want to punch him in the face.
"Not...God's...will," Dean rasps out, his vocal cords all but severed by Lilith's knife, and he lifts his hand and grabs Castiel by the arm. I see a look of revulsion cross the angel's otherwise blank slate of a face and I take a swing at him. But it's not God's will that I cold cock him because he steps back out of my reach. Dean's grip tightens even more on his arm and he's dragged back and Dean begs, "Please help him."
Castiel, an angel of supposed infinite mercy and compassion, looses his cool and snaps at a dying man, "Don't you think I would have if I could?" and I know right then and there that this particular angel is a lyin' sack of shit.
"Bullshit," Dean says and puts everything he has left in him into sitting up. "The nail," he says and points to the center of the crush of demons. I don't have a clue as to where it is or how to get it to him or him to it. Dean realizes it's game's end and he tells me to get out and to take Sammy home then he falls back onto the alter.