Dean felt the atmosphere of the room change. His suspicions were confirmed when a familiar voice rumbled, "Hello Dean."
Hostility esclated so thick in Dean's veins, he didn't trust himself to respond, instead deciding to express his opinion through a solid glare and squared shoulders. Sam perks up at the immenint fight, but remains seated with his scraps of breakfast. Not quite sure of the cause for his brother's anger, he decides to let the scene play out.
"You asked, and now I will tell you," The priest promptly began, "I do not know what is happening. The- the church is active over here. Somehow, Uriel has been acting under orders, and those directions include research. He- he visited Devron, searching for how to collect a person's soul."
With no way to respond, Rufus crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. Painful thoughts of Anna were chased away and Sam really began to focus on the conversation. Dean, as well, seemed lost.
Realizing there was going to be no outburst, Castiel continued, "The only lore I know, is that if one was to believe in a Blue Eye, truly, they could theoretically give their soul over. This, of course, has never happened before. I suppose there's a possibility that Hell's power could consume a soul as well.." For a moment Castiel lost focus, pondering the possibilities of Green Eye capabilities.
"So, so they want to raise a zombie army or something?" Dean re-animated, anger merging with confusion. Souls, what the fuck is going on?
"I- no," The reference passed by Castiel entirely, "A soul is powerful Dean. It is existence, it is self-awareness, and it is sacred. The power from harvesting souls, if it's even possible, is limitless."
"So this power. What could they do with it?" Sam asked quietly, almost afraid to put words to his concerns.
"Death. Pure death," Castiel spoke with biblical weight. It had been before his eyes all along. The unspoken animosity between the people. How Michael seemed to despise the Green Eyes; how none from the church ventured into the vile sister city. There's only one logical purpose the Church would have for that source of power. "I think they mean to cleanse Emerald City; wash away all that is impure."
"Oh right, well that's good to know. Tell me again, why the fuck did you hide that from us?!" Dean roared at Castiel.
"Because, Dean, this is a problem in the church. If there is discord then it falls on me to figure it out. You know this. You know obligations. I have to stay true to my faith, it defines me."
"This, what you are talking about, will affect everyone. Me, Sam, Bobby, the kids, Emerald City. Your 'family' will become murders! You can't keep secrets like this, you idiot! There's something dangerous happening, and our world might get-!" Dean's fear caused him to falter. Images of the lives in ruins sprang to his mind.
Guilt. Castiel's mind supplied. This is where you feel guilt. Yet, there was another emotion welling up. Indignation. Perhaps the most complex emotion Dean has caused in him so far. "This is a holy matter. Michael may be acting according to God's plan. And maybe I shouldn't stop this. It might not be my destiny to! This is beyond me Dean, this is beyond you. If She wants everything to end, then it will. What can.." His outburst quickly lost steam. Weight heavier than his shoulders could bear settled on the priest.
"Destiny? Don't give me that 'holy' crap. Destiny, God's plan... It's all a bunch of lies, you poor, stupid son of a bitch! It's just a way for the church to keep you and keep me in line! You know what's real? People, families - that's real. And you're gonna watch them all burn?"
The words caused something painful to snap in Castiel, "What is worth saving?! I see nothing but pain here. I see inside you. I see your guilt, your anger, confusion... When we die, in Paradise all is forgiven. She will give you peace. Even with Sam, as he suffers now."
"Yeah well you can shove it up your lily-white ass. 'Cause I'll take the pain, and the guilt, I'll even take Hell itself. If Heaven is anything like the Church then, this fucked up world is a lot better than bein' some Stepford Bitch in paradise!" Dean's truth became too much. All the doubt and fears swarmed into Castiel's vision. He turned from the treacherous green eyes.
Dean wasn't having any of that, "No more crap about bein' an obident priest, there is a right and there is a wrong here, and you know it!" When Cas refused to move Dean grabbed his shoulder and turned him back around, emphasizing his point, "Look at me! You know it! Now you were gonna help me once, weren't you? Let's do this together."
"What would you have me do?" Castiel asked.
"You could start with tellin' us how to stop everyone from dying," Rufus was done holding his tounge.
Seconds passed as Castiel ponded the request seriously, "Kill them first."
Sam smirked to himself, well that was a straight forward plan.
"Okay, but who is them?" Dean asked, sounding a bit awkward.
"We know Alistair, and Abbadon. Somehow, I fear Uriel, and Michael are involved." Castiel supplied, despair edging his words.
"Which of those four can we get to, and question?" Sam asked reasonably from his seat.
"Uriel, he's the least suspecting," Came the answer.
"Okay, so," Dean spread his hands outward and open, "Let's go hunting!"
This is one piece of dialouge that I always viewed as really important. So with slight modifications I did quote it. It's a bit of cheating, but I did mention that I would be doing that occasionally. Sorry this one's short, I kinda threw it together while I was on watch, so this short bit is the culmination of 12 hours of work. Just sayin' writing isn't easy.