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Just a warning, MAJOR SPOILERS for up to 6X22! I took some direct dialouge from the episode.

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All I Really Wanted: Chapter 4

'I'm your new god.'

Dean couldn't believe the words that were escaping from Castiel's mouth. A new god? Really? He knew that that many souls wouldn't be good for the angel. Thought that his vessel wouldn't be able to handle the strain and would just...disentegrate. Or if that didn't happen then maybe something like what Sam went through might occur, ending up comatose.

He had never expected this. For the angel to become drunk with power and proclaim himself the new god. Dean would have laughed if hadn't seen the dead seriousness on his face. Cas, a god? The angel that had before, only really knew how to serve. Took joy in being there for others. And obey.

Course he was responsible for that one job requirement being ripped away. Mindless obediance was not something he had wanted his friend to have to experience for the rest of his life. He had wanted him to have choices, dammit!

But not this. Never this.

'A better one.' The angel continued. 'So you will bow down...and profress you love unto me, your lord.'

He was expecting them to...worship him? Was he insane? Well, Dean supposed that yeah, Cas probably wasn't all there right now. He just had to get through to him somehow!

'Or I shall destroy you.' He said with finality.

He glanced over at Sam who looked just as freaked out as he probably did. This couldn't be-...Cas was better than this. Heck he was supposed to be better than the rest of them, was...used to be so selfless. And now he was demanding love or death?

'Geez Cas.' He breathed out. Cas' eyes sought his eyes out and yeah, he could definitely tell that Cas had juiced up. Dammit this was no better than Sam's demon blood addiction!

'So those are our two choices. Love you or die?' He shook his head and tsk'd. 'Y'know even if we fell to your feet and worshipped you it wouldn't be real? That isn't love Cas.'

Almost before he had stopped speaking Cas was up in his face, staring intently into his eyes with that unwavering gaze of his. Dean could see now that the personal space talks never really took.

'Why shouldn't you love me?' He questioned in the gravely voice of his.

Confused and a wee bit apprehensive he looked over at Sam. Castiel just sighed and Sam and Bobby flew against the walls of the warehouse, not hurt, but the breath was knocked out of them.

'Don't I deserve it? I was the one that rescued you from damnation, not Sam. He was off drinking demon blood. Bobby had just given up. Never even tried to get you out himself. All that research was for Sam and when he dissappeared he no longer looked. I FELL for YOU, Dean. Do you have any idea that much that hurts? To know that you are cut off from the rest of your family when you could almost hear the other's thought? The isolation...it's...maddening.'

Dean gulped. He hadn't thought of what Cas went through. Oh sure he understood the logistics of it all, but to know how much it had hurt then...

'You didn't think I had feelings then did you? You never even considered what you had done. You left me alone just as I was cast out, with all these new ideas, sensations, and FEELINGS, like tossing a person who has just discovered water in the ocean and you just left me to flounder.'

'Cas...I'm sorry.' He truly was.

'It's alright.' Cas started to raise his hand and Dean screwed his eyes shut, certain that he was about to be either in a world of pain or not existing at all. Instead he felt soft fingertips brushing against his cheekbone. He opened his eyes to Cas running his knuckles against the side of his face, almost like a caress.

'Humans are flawed Dean. That's how you were created. But I'll make you better.' He said.

Suddenly he felt a warmth spread through his body starting in his core and spreading out along his limbs, all the way to his fingertips. It was like liquid light filled him from head to toe.

It was over and he gasped out a breath. Dimly he heard Sam calling his name out in concern.

'I'm okay, Sam. Better...better than okay.' He lifted his eyes up to Castiel's. 'What did you do to me?'

'I told you I would make you better. No more illness, no more scars, no more pain.'

'No more scars...' He whispered out and quickly shucked off his jacket and felt his back underneath his t-shirt. Nothing. Just smooth skin. Alistair's mark was gone.

'I told you. No pain. Don't you see now? What I can do? I can fix everything Dean. And all I ask in return is love. That's not such a high price to pay now, is it?'

Dean was still examining his body. Cas was telling truth. Even though he had gotten a new body when he first came back from hell he had quickly put some dings in it. It was as good as new now. He looked down his shirt at his chest and saw that his ani-possesion tattoo was gone. Frowning he lifted the waistband of his jeans and rubbed his finger over the unmarked skin. His 'Property of Sam' tattoo was gone as well.

'Hey, I think you missed a spot.' He told Castiel when he noticed that the angel's handprint was still burned into his shoulder.

'Ah. Yes, I know. That one...that one stays.' He answered casually. A little too casually it seemed to Dean.

'Why?' He questioned him, but of course Castiel just ignored him.

'Dean. I don't wish to be your enemy. I don't want to be any human's enemy. I know you don't undertand this but I am the best choice for this world.' He took a step back. 'The best choice for you.' He added so softly only Dean heard it.

He released Sam and Bobby from the wall and walked to the center of the room again.

'I will give you one week. One week to decide if you are with me or against me. Call me when you know.'

And with that he dissappeared. Probably off to finish Raphael's followers. Hopefully it would keep him busy.

'Well,' he said as Sam approached. ' ...I think we're screwed.'

TBC...

Read and Review pretty pwease! With Sam, Dean, and Castiel on top? ...lol, unintentional bottom/top joke...ya gotta love slash. :D