I'm very sorry for taking forever to update this story! I'm hoping updates will come faster, not only for this story but my others as well. This chapter was not beta'd so all mistakes are mine, and there are probably a lot of them.

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Castiel looked at his vibrating phone and sighed, Dean was calling him again. This was the eleventh call from him this week, and each voice mail was a little more worried each time. Castiel pocketed his phone and looked out at the ocean.

Dean loved the beach, each time Castiel got the chance to take Dean some where it was always here. The sand was white and the water was blue and clear, Dean loved it. Castiel stood up, he couldn't take this much longer! He hated what had become of him, what loving Dean has turned him into. He's easily hurt now, and is more easily fazed by frustration and anger.

"I hear your have a conflict of the heart"

Castiel sighed and the familiar voice "Crowley" he breathed turning around.

"Hello Castiel" he said with a smile "How have you been?"

"Fine" he said "Why are you here?"

Crowley smiled "Thats angels for you. Never want to have a conversation, just quick and too the point" he laughed "I want to make a deal... with you"

Castiel tilted his head "I'm and angel you ass! I don't have a soul to sell"

"Don't need one for this deal" he said "All you have to do is lie to the Winchesters and turn your back on them"

Castiel shook his head "I can't do that Crowley. No matter what your offering. They are my friends"

"Even Dean?" he asked watching the angels eyes drop to the ground "He'll never be like the other one you know. They are two different people. They have different taste in cars, music, people..."

"You don't know what you're talking about" Castiel said "They have more in common than you think"

"Well there is one think they don't have in common" Crowley said "Your Dean never loved Lisa... she's still on his mind you know. He's wondering if she's okay, if she is sleeping with someone other than him. Oh and the boy is bound to find Dean and beg him not to leave them, or call one night crying and whining about how life was better with him and so on" he said "You'll never be able to get that out of his mind"

There was a moment of silence for a second as Castiel tried push away the doubt that made itself present.

"Cas! HELP!"

Castiel looked towards the sky at the sound of Sam's panicked voice "Goodbye Crowley" He said before flying off.

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"SAM!" Dean shouted trying his hardest to shove the vamp off him. He can't remember how it happened he just knows that they were looking threw this old warehouse when they were jumped. Now Dean has a vamp on top of him, it's fangs inches from his neck.

"Get off!" he shouted pushing it off him and quickly reaching for his machete, but he wasn't fast enough and the vampire jumped onto his back, it's knee digging painfully into Dean's back. Dean cried out in pain as it pulled his head back by his hair and bit into his neck.

"DEAN!" Sam yelled reaching for his fallen machete while trying to protect himself.

Dean could feel his body become cold and weak, his blood was being drained quickly and his vision was going a little fuzzy around the edges. But he was focused enough to see a familiar trench coat appear in front of him.

Castiel quickly killed all the vampires in the room before quickly making his way to Dean. Castiel himself was worried, but he kept a straight face, "Dean?" He said rolling him on to his back.

Dean groaned "Cas?" he asked squinting.

Castiel placed his hand on Dean's forehead and heeled him.

"Is he okay?" Sam asked kneeling next to Cas.

"Yes" Castiel said pulling his hand back.

Dean slowly sat up "Well that was fun" he joked.

They all stood up, Dean brushed himself off before shoving the angel "Where the hell have you been!" He shouted.

Castiel was shocked by this but quickly recovered "Heaven" he lied. He hadn't stepped foot in heaven since that day.

Dean glared at him "What is so important that you can't take five fucking minutes to answer your damn phone!"

"A war Dean! I'm not sure if you are aware but I am fighting in one right now!" He snapped.

Dean was taken aback by how the angels tone changed and it took a few seconds to get himself together.

"Your not doing very well either"

Castiel turned around in time to see one of Raphael's followers charging at him. He braced himself for the impact of the wall and he was forced against it.

Castiel moved fast shoving the other angel away from him fast enough to slide his angel blade out of his sleeve. The other charged at him again angel blade in hand. Castiel dodged him, but was cut by the blade on his shoulder.

Dean notice the blood soaking his trench coat where the cut was "Cas!" he yelled.

Castiel stayed focused and his tried to injure the other angel enough to get an advantage on him. Castiel cried out as he was hit in the back and forced to the floor. He rolled onto his back frantically looking around for his blade.

The angel straddled his hips and raised his hand to stab Castiel in the chest. As he thrusted his arm down Castiel caught his wrist, but it was to late and the blade was plunged halfway into him. Castiel threw his head back and screamed in pain.

Dean acted as fast as he could, picking up Cas's fallen blade and plunging it into the angels back. The angel screamed and light exploded from his eyes and mouth. Dean covered his eyes at the brightness, but as soon as the light dimmed down he was pushing the angel to the side kneeling next to Cas.

Castiel groaned as he pulled the blade from his chest. 'This wasn't suppose to happen' he thought 'I can't die yet, not now'.

Dean's heart stopped when he saw the light shining from the wound in Cas's chest. He placed his hand over it, "Cas? Cas you're gonna be okay... right? Cas?"

Cas looked up at Dean and went to talk to reassure the hunter that everything was fine, but instead he coughed up liquid that was stuck in his throat.

Dean panicked as his angel coughed blood "No, no, no" he repeated "You're not dieing on me you bastard!" he shouted "Sam! Help me!"

"Don't move him!" Balthazar appeared kneeling on the other side of Castiel. Balthazar cupped his brothers face "You're so foolish..." he said. He looked at Dean "Take your shirt off" he ordered.

Dean frowned "Excuse me!" he asked.

Balthazar glared "If you want Castiel to live then listen to me. Now take your damn shirt off!" he yelled.

Castiel was trying so hard to hold on to his grace, but it was getting to hard and he could feel it slipping. The feeling was horrible, like a hook was ripping through him. He cried out arching his back , a flash of his grace escaping his grasp.

Dean rushed to get his shirt off, the cold air making him shiver "Now what?" he asked.

"How is this helping?" Sam asked.

"Just shut up and hold still! This will hurt" he said grabbing Castiel's right hand and placing it on the scar it made on Dean's shoulder.

Dean's back arched and he cried out. It felt like a piece of him was being ripped out of him, and his head started to pound.

"Dean!" He heard Sam call for him before everything went black.

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