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"You've gone too far! Who do you think you are? Is this what you came for? Well, this means war!" - Nickelback, This Means War


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"Dean Winchester." Castiel said through gritted teeth. He was angry. Or stunned, possibly confused. He had seen it all before. He knew what all the expressions were, and he memorized them all by heart.

"Oh, I know what you're thinking. 'What are you doing here; what do you want; how did you find me'; blah blah blah. Well, lucky for you, I'm going to be nice and answer your questions. So," Dean finally lifted his head and looked Cas in the face, and a little surprised. He was not expecting his eyes. They were so bright, the brightest of blues. Dean had never seen anything like it. And he definitely wasn't expecting to think they looked good on the guy.

His semi-curly brown hair had gotten a little longer, since he probably hadn't been able to find a barber shop that hadn't already seen his face, but he liked that, too. What the hell? Dean thought to himself. Cas' trench coat was still in perfect condition, as was the navy blue suit and deep blue silk tie he always seemed to be wearing. Dean took a silent deep breath trying to push the strange thoughts of his enemy away. If they even were enemies. To be completely honest, Dean wasn't sure what they were exactly.

"Then answer them instead of just staring at me." Cas said. Now he was staring with a look that seemed only intimate, or maybe that was just his thoughts messing with his again making it seem that way. But either way, he couldn't help the comment that popped into his mind.

"Oh, I will. But I hate to break it to you," He said. He left his mouth hang slightly open for a moment as his quickly swept his eyes up and down Cas' form. "Last time someone looked at me like that, I got laid." He watched as Cas' jaw clench and he saw his hands go into fists, and he smirked at his obvious annoyance and discomfort. Dean let out a short laugh as he took a couple steps towards the man in the trench coat. "Answer number one: I had fun using the crime scenes to communicate, I did, but it could get in my way and that wouldn't be very good, now would it? So, I can't have you around to mess me up. Basically, I'm here to kill you. Simple." Dean watched as Cas' face hardened even more than it had already been. The sight brings him even more joy.

"Answer number two:," Dean continued, "I kind of just told you what I want; I want you dead and out of my way. I can't have any distractions. They're a big fat no in this line of work." Cas lowered his head and continued to glare at Dean. A normal person would probably find his stare menacing, but it didn't phase Dean in the slightest. He'd seen worse.

"Answer number three: let's just say I know someone with a little technical skills." He shrugged. "I tracked your laptop. Brought me here." Dean watched him for yet another reaction, and was surprised at what he saw. He seemed like he just figured out the world's hardest riddle. He looked up at Dean looking completely dumbfounded. Dean felt himself pull his eyebrows together as Cas continued to stare at him.

"What?" He demanded.

"So that's what happened." Cas said. "I knew something was off about it all. I knew there was something to it."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked again. Where was he going with this?

"It all makes sense now." Cas started laughing, and Dean was getting aggravated.

"What does?" He snapped.

"I had a feeling you weren't in all this alone." He went on knowingly. "Oh, yes, I did my research on you, Dean. I probably know things that you wouldn't expect for me to know. Like your little friend who helps you out on jobs." As soon as he finished his sentence, Dean's blood ran cold and he tensed. No, he couldn't. There's no way he could know. . . Could he?

Cas must have seen Dean tense, and some form of panic must have shown on his face, even if it was just for a second, because Cas started laughing again. His laugh did nothing but fuel the small patch of anger that had been waiting for a reason to come out. Now it was swelling to the surface like a balloon being filled too fast.

"What shit are you playing with me?" Dean growled, which only seemed to amuse Cas further. He looked at Dean with a one sided smile.

"Oh, this isn't some 'shit' Dean. I know your game. Your little hidden pawn. Your secret weapon. It's no use lying to me. But, how you managed to pull him off the path he was headed down and into yours still nags at me." He finished his sentence in a murmur, as if he was thinking. Dean let out a slow breath as his own fists clenched together, and the action also seemed to effect Cas as it had effected him just a few minutes earlier. He realized then that Cas did know. He had no idea how, but he knew.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but you better shut up." He tried to lie, but no matter how hard he was trying to cover it, Dean could hear the strain in his voice that pushed past the sternness he was trying to evade.

"Oh, don't even try, Dean. You already know what I know. You're hoping that you're wrong, but you're not, and it bothers the hell out of you. It bothers you to the core that I know all about your little brother and you can't do anything about it."

"You don't know shit about my brother!" Dean hissed. He glared at Cas even harder, feeling the heat build in his chest. Cas talking about Sam was getting to him, but that's probably exactly what he wanted.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. See, I did research on him, too." A coy smile found its way to his face and Dean wanted to jump on him, wipe the smile right off his face. Watch as his blood runs through his fingers and the life in his body die. Anyone who talks about his brother is a threat. No one should know about him. He made sure of that. Or, at least he did his best to cover for him. He erased everything from the internet and everywhere else he could find his brother's information; records, whereabouts from the last month, everything. What could he have possibly forgotten?

"It was very difficult finding what I needed, but I did eventually. You did a good job covering up for him, just not a good enough job to keep me from what I want. And let me say, you're reaction to my knowing about Sam is just as I expected it to be." Cas crossed his arms across his chest and watched Dean, waiting to see what he would do. And oh, was he going to do something; he was going to shoot him in the head and make sure his brother's name never left his mouth again!

He scrambled from where he was and started towards Cas, pulling the safety on the gun back as he did. Cas noticed, and he was just a few feet away before a long silver knife slid down from his sleeve and into his hand. Dean stopped where he was and instead held the gun up, poised right between his eyes. Cas just gave a single, hard laugh and shook his head. "Dean, Dean, Dean. Come on, you're better than this!" He teased. "Just put the gun down, and well fight like real men. You know you want to. Unless, of course, you're scared."

That was it. That settled it for Dean. With an annoyed sound, almost a growl, he clicked the safety back into place and flung his gun onto the table and then looked back as Cas as he smiled. "I knew you couldn't say no." He said, and tossed his knife across the room to land beside Dean's gun. He pushed the sleeves of his trench coat up some and cracked his knuckles in anticipation. "Now, where were we?"

"I was about to beat you into unconsciousness." Dean snarled.

"Good luck with that, pretty boy." Cas said. Nothing Dean said or did seemed to phase him. It was annoying.

He wasn't sure how it happened, but at some point he and Cas had started circling each other, like it it was some wrestling match. Dean was staring him down hard, and Cas was doing the same, but he also seemed to feel a little entertained, which really pissed Dean off. He popped his own knuckles and stopped walking, stunning his body towards the man across the floor from his. "I hope you had a nice life, Novak. Because it's about to become mine."

"Then what are you waiting for? Show me what you got, Winchester." He encouraged. Oh, he was asking for it. He was asking for it and Dean was going to give it to him.

That's when Dean charged him, swinging his fist, but Cas dodged it easily and knocked Dean in the jaw as he recoiled from his own swing. He stumbled back from the force, bringing a hand up to cup the part of his face that took the punch. Cas stepped back over to him and grabbed the front of his shirt and threw him against the wall, and Dean grunted from the painful impact, and he thought he might have heard the cement crack behind him. Cas leaned uncomfortably close to his face, pressing his right forearm into Dean's throat, cutting off the majority of his air. He was laughing.

"Dean," Cas said in mock shame, "now you're just playing with me."

"I'm not playing with you yet, Cas," Dean managed to say, Cas' arm still pressing into his windpipe. "I'm just warming up."

"Uh huh." Cas studied his face before he yanked him from the wall and shoved him into the room, sighing as he did so. "Come on, Dean! You wanted to fight, so fig-" he was cut off to a blow to the stomach, which caused him to double over and groan. Dean took that opportunity to bring his fist straight up into his nose, which made his head fly back, and he staggered into the wall. Dean stared at his component, top lip curled back in a snarl as he watched him collect himself. When Cas finally looked up there was blood dripping from his nose and down his face. And when he smiled, it got inside his mouth turning his smile a mix of white and red. And even though Dean found his smile somewhat attractive, he couldn't help but think it just looked downright creepy mingled with his blood.

"Now that's more like it." He said, and jumped out front he wall, fist colliding with the left underside of Dean's jaw, sending him to the floor. He stood over him and smirked, then his leg came in contact with his stomach, chest, head, and legs over and over again. Dean couldn't take much more. The pain was making him see spots. He reached out with effort and grabbed one of Cas' legs and jerked it towards him. Cas fell to the floor with a strangled shout, and Dean quickly jumped on him. He had one leg on each side of him as he sat on Cas' chest. He threw punch after punch to his face, thinking after each one; Stay. Away. From. My. Brother.

He got around seventeen punches in before Cas finally lost it. He kneed Dean in the back - hard - and pushed himself up from underneath him. Cas had nailed him right at the small of his back, and it hurt like a bitch. He was immobilized for a few moments, any movement sent waves of tingling pain throughout his body. Cas took advantage of this and soon he was the one pinning Dean to the cold floor. He grabbed the front of his shirt and lifted his head off of the ground, threw a punch, Dean's head smacking the ground after the blow. He did this over and over, but eventually replaced his punches with his hands wrapped around his throat. Dean grabbed his wrists to try and pry him off, but he was throbbing with so much pain, he wasn't too surprised he couldn't wrench his hands off of him.

Cas had his knees on either side of Dean, and his feet were hooked on the inner side of his legs, holding them in place so he couldn't kick him off. Cas' lips curled back in a snarl as he tightened his hands and pushed harder on Dean's throat. The need for air was becoming greater. Dean was starting to see white and purple spots dance across his vision. He needed to get Cas off, or he knew he would suffocate.

"I was expecting a little more of a challenge than this, Dean. Although I'm not complaining. You're not that bad." Cas leaned down to whisper in his ear, pressing even harder against his windpipe, completely cutting off his air. He shut his eyes, hoping that maybe it would help with the dizziness he was starting to feel. "Over the past few weeks I've come to terms that you're a threat to my work. And so after we're done here and you're just another body for me to dispose of. . Your brother is next."

Deans eyes shot open and he watched unblinking as Cas pulled his head back to smirk at him. He could feel the balloon of anger in his chest filling up again, bigger and more heated than before. He thought about Sam - his baby brother - being beaten and killed by the man looking down at him.

And that's all it took.

Dean released Cas' left wrist and curled it into a fist, meeting it with his side with as much strength as he could muster. Cas immediately released his throat, and Dean sprang up as quickly as he could through the pain, before Cas could pin him down again. He didn't even stop to let him catch a breath, he just went after him. Punch after punch, and he even grabbed the side of his head and slammed it down in the floor a few times. Once his knuckles were used, bloody and throbbing, he stood up and started kicking him.

He lost count of how many times he did it, but he didn't stop until his leg was getting tired. By that time, Cas was slumped against the wall, almost unconscious, but not quite. Dean was about to deliver one final blow to finish the job, but that's when he eyed the gun on the table for the first time since he tossed it over. He quickly went over and snatched it off the table and went back to the man on the floor, beaten and bloody, by his hands. Cas rolled his head to look at Dean as he raised the gunpoint to his face. Cas smiled weakly at him, wincing at his deeply split lip. "Now, that is what I had been expecting." He said, his voice scratchy from the beating he took. "Go ahead. Do it. I'll be out of your way, and you and Sam can continue on your way like I never existed."

Dean said nothing. He clicked back the safety on the gun and continued to hold it to his head. "Or. . " Cas suggested.

"Or?" Dean asked. "You just threatened my brother. You know more than you should. Why would I ever give you an option for anything?"

"I can guess," Cas began, but stopped momentarily as his breath caught from breathing in too much, and he grimaced. He remained silent until he felt comfortable speaking again. "I can guess you went through my files, as well as just tracking my computer. You know about the massacre. And you want to be part of it. I can just see it on your face, Dean. Join me, we'll do it together. It would be even more successful with the two of us taking it on."

"And why would I want to do that?" He asked sternly.

"Because you and I are alike, Dean. We both thrive off of the feeling this job gives us. We crave it. And I can tell right now, that you don't know why you want to; you just do." Cas finished speaking and leaned his head back up against the wall, waiting for a response. Dean started at him, thinking about his words. No matter how much he didn't like it, how much he hated that Cas was right, he was right. Dean slowly put the safety back on and set the gun down. When he looked back at Cas, he held out a hand to help him up.

He left Cas sitting at the table and went outside to get Sam. He saw his little brother, nose deep in a book as he waited. He laughed quietly to himself as he approached the car. Sam looked up at the sound of leaves crunching under feet, and the look he received had not been one he was expecting. Anger, relief, annoyance. Somewhere along those lines is the best he could come up with.

"Dean, what the hell?" Sam started. "It's been almost an hour and. . What happened to you?" He eyed his brother up and down, lingering on his bloody knuckles.

"Well, the Holy Tax Accountant and I got into a fist fight. Didn't mean to keep you waiting, Sammy." Dean said. "And I won, by the way." Sam just raised an eyebrow at him, not saying anything. "What?" Dean finally said.

"Holy Tax Accountant?" He asked.

"That's what he looks like all the time!" Dean huffed.

"Alright, alright, whatever. But anyway, can we go now?"

"Actually, that's what I came out here to tell you. . . No. You need to come inside."

"Wait, Dean, why?" Sam asked. Dean just spun on his heel and headed back the way he came.

"Just do it!" He shouted over his shoulder.

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"Okay, what the hell happened in here?" Sam asked as soon as he stepped into the dining area of the run down building. "It looks like a wreckage zone." There were things scattered all over the place, a few broken chairs, and a small broken alarm clock, and dust was billowing everywhere. They could see it through the rays of sunlight.

"Like I said before; fist fight. Things get kind of rough and nasty sometimes, Sammy." Dean said. Sam kept looking around, until his eyes finally found Castiel, sitting on a more plush chair by the end of the table. Castiel watched as Sam looked him over, and Castiel did the same thing to Sam. He was taller than he'd anticipated. Well, he wasn't actually any taller, but if he said anything to them he was sure they'd know what he meant. Sam listed his hand in a small wave and Castiel did the same. He watched Sam as he looked back and forth between Dean and himself, like he was trying to figure something out.

"So, I thought you two were going to try and kill each other today, not call a meeting." Sam said.

"Well, things happen, and things change. Get used to it." Dean said. Sam frowned at his brother, and the moment made Cas smile a little. He never saw people bond like this anymore. Especially not around him and who all was left of his family. . .

"So." Dean said, pulling Cas out of his daze. "Show us these plans of yours again, before I change my mind and only two of us leave." Cas looked back and forth between them once more, and then he opened his laptop carefully, and pulled up his files. He turned the screen so they both could read, or re-read the plan.

It took several minutes before either of them looked up from the screen. The first one to do so was Sam, watching him with a respectful arch of his eyebrow. His brother looked up shortly after looking like he was trying to contain laughter, but he was serious at the same time. "Okay." Sam said after a few minutes of silence. "So, this is the plan?"

"I believe so." He answered.

"It's a good plan, very well laid out. But if you want Sam and I to be in it you need to make some alterations so it can involve the three of us and not just you. So, Sam the Nerd here is going to do that and I'm going to get you a glass of water, because, it all honesty, you look like shit." Dean said. Cas rolled his eyes as Dean sauntered off to the kitchen to find some glasses, and he was soon filling up one for each of them.

Dean came back in just as Sam gave a whoop of joy. Dean immediately went to look over his shoulder, and a smile of his own made it's way to his face. He looked up at Cas with a devilish grin, obviously pleased with whatever Sam did to his plans.

"Alright, let's all load up. We've got a massacre to create." Dean said.

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AN:

So, there's chapter 4. Yes, I know Cas' POV was unbelievably short, but that's all I wanted/needed to put in this chapter, so I hope you forgive me! And I hope you enjoyed the fist fight. ;)

One more thing! In the next few chapters, either 7 or 8, I'm not sure yet, is when I've been planning to write out some intense Destiel action. ;) BUT, now I'm not sure anymore if it would be a good addition to the story or if it would make it not as good. I need opinions! PLEASE send me what you think, this is where I really need you guys to start speaking up! The future of this story depends on it!

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