Battlefront

Author: Cheryl W.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dean or Sam or any rights to Supernatural, nor am I making any profit from this story.

Summary: AU of Season 5 - Dean's in charge of leading the heavenly army to victory.

Author's Note: Because my wonderful reviewers were kind enough to enjoy last chapter, here's the next part.

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Chapter 4: His Life for His Friends

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I've never seen Dean Winchester in battle before and it's an awe inspiring sight. He is fierce and controlled and without fear of death, though I know how fragile his human form is. He dispatches my foes almost easily, his knife slices and his holy water and salt embedded sword severs. Then he kneels down beside me, rests his hand on my leg and there is gentleness in his touch, concern in his eyes as he speaks, "Are you alright?"

It's a ridiculous question. My life force is expendable, his is not. But I honor his bravery. "Yes. Thank you." Then, behind Dean, I see a new wave of our foes charge forward. "Behind you!" I shout in warning. Dean turns instantly, engages the new rush of opponents even as I try to get to my feet and fail.

"Can you move?" Dean questions even as his knife takes a life and he kicks another back to give himself a few meters of space.

"No. Leave me. Get to safety!" I order, putting the strength of my angel authority in my words. But they are wasted on this particular human.

"Guess we'll have to make our stand here, then," Dean Winchester cockily states even as the numbers increase around us as if they realize just who they have backed into a corner.

I use my waning strength to mentally shove back those that have gotten too near Dean as the man battles four others. And then it's my worst nightmare. I see the blade fall. But I lack the power to stop it. The sword cuts a savage line down Dean's shoulder to the middle of his back. With a cry of pain, Dean crashes to his knees.

At the sight of the man who sought to protect me in agony, renewed power surges somewhere in me and I unleash it in a blinding wave of light, sending the evil souls circling Dean Winchester flying backwards. But they are soon rising, coming again for the weakened Righteous Man. I cry aloud, "Castiel! Come! Dean has need of you!"

As I watch, even kneeling down on the ground, agony contorting his features, Dean does not accept defeat. When his enemies come for him, he lashes out, severs legs and plunges his knife in chests but even as those foes fall, others replace them. The numbers are just too great.

And I despair that I have sentenced to death the one I was meant to protect. That the Righteous Man will die, not to save the world from eternal damnation, but to save one angel, an angel too unskilled to save himself, too weak to safeguard the one that can not be lost.

"No!" I shout as I see another sword's forged blade gleaming in the sunlight, watch helplessly as it is brought down with rage and strength, its aim to end Dean Winchester's life, to crush our last hope for victory.

Then Castiel is there, steel clashing with steel as he halts the downward plunge of the sword with his own. Reaching out, he touches the evil one intent on killing the Righteous Man, banishes that soul to hell's darkest pit with a flare of light. Then, his sword held menacingly in his grip, Castiel faces our gathered enemies and his eyes dare any to try and get to the wounded man crumbled at his feet.

With a growl of promised retribution, Castiel steps forward, sword slicing through one foe and another before then they all disappear, retreat at the angel's wrath. Assured that they won't be back, at least for awhile, Castiel spins around and drops to his knees beside Dean. Hands abandoning his sword, he frantically reaches for his wounded friend. "Dean," he calls out in anguish as his one hand gently cups the side of the man's colorless face and the other fists fiercely in the wounded man's shirt.

And I wish it wasn't my doing, this man's pain, Castiel's pain. That Dean Winchester did not have the heart to love as fiercely as he did. That he did not count me as a friend, especially one worthy of his life.

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"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends" ~ John 15:13

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TBC

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I guess I have to at least add another chapter because I can't leave poor Dean like he is?

Have a great day!

Cheryl W.