CHAPTER FOUR: Permanent Damage

"You want to talk? Fine. But you have to set that down first." Castiel said, nodding at the hammer held firmly in Dean's grasp that he had yanked out of the wall.

Smirking at the angel, the hammer fell to the floor with a loud clank. "I'm going to need you to keep Sammy from summoning me again." The Knight said with a hint of danger in his eyes.

Cas eyed him wearily before he glanced down at Sam and saw the large bump forming on the young hunter's head. "Why? Worried you've met your match?"

A cold laugh let Dean's lips as he raised an eyebrow at Castiel. "Not quite. I was just trying to avoid having to rip his lungs out."

Cas stood his ground and stared down his best friend. He knew he was in there somewhere and was going to be damned if he didn't try to help him. "You're brother is as hard-headed as you are. Anything I say won't make a difference."

"No skin off my back. Just thought I'd at least give you a heads up." Dean stepped over Sam's body and stopped inches from Cas's face.

"Why? Why warn us? Why don't you just kill us? Unless…" The corner of the angel's lips twitched up, eyeing the Knight with amusement.

"Unless what?" Dean snarled, annoyed at Castiel's smugness.

Cas took a step forward, the two's noses almost touching. "Unless there's still something human inside of you." He paused for a second, smiling with hilarity at the situation. "Unless there's still something worth saving."

Dean chuckled and bent forward to whisper in the angel's ear, his hot breath running chills down Castiel's spine. "There's nothing left to save."

The angel clenched his fists in frustration as Dean backed up, putting his arms out to the side. "This is who I am, Cas!"

"Dammit Dean we can fix this!" Castiel yelled, his voice full of hopelessness.

"Oh Cas, it's far past broken." A sly grin crept across Dean's face as he patted the angel's shoulder right before he vanished.

….

Sam woke up lying in his bed with an ice pack resting on his head, noting that this was definitely not where he was last at. He had a major headache and he knew it wasn't just from the hit to the head. Reaching underneath his pillow for the flask full of the last demon he encountered, Sam drained it in one go.

"Sam, you are awake. That's good." The angel said from the doorway, sorrow in his tone. Walking into the room, he made his way over to the confused hunter.

"What happened?" The youngest Winchester questioned, blinking away his fuzzy vision, glad the angel hadn't noticed what he just finished doing.

Sighing, Cas launched into the story of what happened. "He wants you to stop looking for him, Sam. No more summoning or anything." The angel finished.

"Well he's fucking crazy if he thinks I'm going to do that." Sam said, his eyes wide, exasperated.

"He threatened to kill you, Sam." Castiel tried to reason.

Standing up slowly, the hunter whirled on the angel. "He's my brother, Cas! I can't just-" Sam stopped, wiping a tired hand down his face. "I can't let him turn into something he grew up hating, something that killed our parents."

Castiel knew that there was absolutely no way to get Sam to budge, so instead he made a counter offer. "No more doing this by yourself. We do this together or not at all."

Sam nodded, noticing that there was no room to argue.

….

Dean was rammed against the wall of the run-down motel room before his lips were occupied by the perky salesclerk with just as perky breasts lips.

Stripping off her shirt, Dean relished in the taste of her and the excitement of her inevitable death.

Before he knew it, they were both stripped of all the clothing from the waist up.

The girl whose name escaped him at the moment screeched when the door flung open and a short grizzly looking man walked in.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Dean rolled his eyes as his hard gaze rested on the King of Hell.

Grabbing her bra and shirt, the girl sprinted from the room.

"Wait-" Dean started as the door slammed shut.

"Am I interrupting something?" Crowley asked, smirking.

"You just ruined my plans for the night. Do you not recall our conversation from last time you decided to pop in?" The hunter walked over to his top dresser drawer where he was almost positive he had left the First Blade.

"Looking for something?" The King asked with a hint of sarcasm.

Dean chuckled as he looked at the empty drawer before returning his cruel eyes to Crowley. "Where is it you smug little dick?" The Knight held out his hand, waiting for his weapon.

"You really shouldn't leave strange women in your motel room alone while you take a piss. They might go through your things. It's amazing how far $100 will get you." Crowley smirked, putting a hand in his pockets.

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Well played." His tone quickly growing dangerous, the Knight took a step towards his King. "But fun's over. I want the blade. And I want it now."

"I don't think so Dean-o." With a snap of Crowley's fingers, thick metal chains wrapped around the eldest Winchester's wrists, binding them together.

"Really Crowley? I expected more out of you." Dean yanked on the cold metal, becoming furious when it wouldn't budge. Glaring down at his bindings, he saw some enochian sigils carved into them.

"Son of a bitch…" The Knight muttered, his dark gaze turning towards the King.

"See, rumor has it that normal devil's traps won't hold you. I really had to dig into the archives for those bad boys." Smirking, Crowley walked over to a fuming Dean, grabbing a hold of his wrists. "I hope you weren't too thrilled with your new life."

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TBC

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