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Now, Dean's turn. As always, R and R. Thanks for reading.


EASIER

Sam was nowhere.

He hit as many abandoned warehouses as he cared to. Sam wanted to play super-secret, maybe-evil guy? Fine. Dean didn't care. He would leave Sam to his secrets.

No, no Dean didn't really think that. He knew Sammy, had watched him grow. He was as evil as sunshine. His brother just had issues, Dean knew about issues.

When he made the motel and the window was still dark, his gut sank. He'd figured Sam would beat him back. They'd argue, pretend it was all okay, go to sleep and hunt in the morning.

The form slouched on the bed wasn't his brother.

He closed the door with his foot, not in the mood. When he flicked on the lights and Castiel looked at him, he froze. His body tensed, and he could feel his teeth grinding together his jaw was clenched so tight.

The Angel looked deeply shaken. Dean knew it was wrong, all wrong. Castiel was stronger, braver. Castiel was an Angel, and Angels didn't cry.

He barely hears his name when the Angel stands.

And he knows. Just knows.

Rage taps ever fiber in his brain, rips through every muscle and he's on the Angel before he has time to blink.

He's only shocked for a second when his fist connects with the tax accountant's face the first time. He hits and hits until he has to ask. His fists are wrapped in the fabric of Cas' coat, shoving back and holding him up.

Dean's right in his face, "Where. Is. He?"

He followed Castiel's tear slicked eyes across the room, down to the floor. He hadn't seen it before. The ash, a brilliant black-gray against the carpet. He felt his eyes widen even as his blood froze.

Sam is nowhere. Sam is gone, worse than dead. He's non-existent.

Sam had told him once; Uriel had threatened to turn him to ash just as soon as he was useless. Castiel wouldn't have ever taken Sam from Dean, he knew better. But Dean knew he'd been here, had watched. Stood back and watched.

When he looked back into the blue eyes of Castiel's puppet, he would wager the world it was fear he saw there.

Then there was an instant, a flash, when there was nothing. No sound, no sight, no wrong, no right. And he knew what would become of the world. What he would leave the world to.

Nothing. Just like Sam.

And then something in him snapped, it was bone jarring.

He pulls the man from the wall, throwing him down, and jumping on top. And he just lets go. Starts pounding into the flesh, and he doesn't stop until there's blood leaking from the Host's body and almost not even then. He thinks that maybe, just maybe he's beaten the Angel into unconsciousness. Maybe, maybe he's taken something from God that the He held dear.

"You and God can go to Hell."

He'd make sure they'd get there. He'd let it happen. And when it did, Uriel was his.


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