"You see, it was simple Dean. All I wanted was you, plain and simple, but I'd forgotten plain and simple wasn't part of the Winchester lifestyle." Castiel said gripping the woman's neck even tighter making her gag.

"You can have me, 'kay. Just don't hurt her please." Dean begged while he watched with tear distorted vision. Dean wanted it all to go away, he closed his eyes to squeeze out the tears that just wouldn't fall and to hopefully close out the pain in his wife's eyes as she struggled for a breath.

Castiel turned his head towards Dean and gave him a mock look of sympathy then said, "You had your chance, you had multiple chances, you had more than I like to give." He released the woman's neck and grabbed her hair instead and he yanked her to her feet.

She screamed and clawed at his hand, "Let me go you bastard!"

"….me where you are." Dean heard Sam's voice on the phone, he lifted the phone to his ear and tried to talk but the sadness of being useless in this situation rendered him speechless. He could only mumbled an inaudible help into the phone before Castiel saw him and held out his hand causing the phone still up to Dean's ear to shatter into tiny pieces, cutting the side of his face.

"Calling little Sammy no doubt. Too bad that won't work this time." Castiel said touching the woman's lips, neck, then moving down and putting his hand on her breast.

Dean looked away and said in a low voice, "He'll be here."

"No he won't, you see, Sammy and I spent a little quality time together not too long ago. And as far as he's concerned, I'm all torn up over you."

"What do you mean quality time? What did you do to my brother?" Dean turned and said with anger growing in his voice.

"I did nothing he didn't want me to." Castiel said and winked at Dean, then started to unbutton his wife's shirt. " I was so hurt that you'd gotten married, and that you never knew how much I loved you."

He yanked the shirt off and threw it playfully on Dean. " I didn't know what to do, so I went to Sammy dearest for some comfort."

"Get your hands off her!" Dean shouted and raised himself up out of the seat long enough to land a punch in Castiel's mouth. Castiel let go of the woman's hair and grabbed Dean's wrist.

"RUN!" Dean shouted and she took off running towards the entrance of the tunnel. Dean watched her until he could no longer see her, Castiel looked on too.

"Don't worry, I'll get her after I'm through with you." Castiel turned Dean's wrist until he heard a snap, then two more after that. Dean screamed as the pain shot up his arm and Castiel continued to twist his arm. The more he screamed the more Castiel pulled and twisted his arm, and not too long after Dean's brain couldn't take the enormous amount of pain coming in at once and it shut down, causing Dean's body to go limp. Castiel twisted his arm one last time and watched his body jerk, before he dropped his arm and began to walk in the direction that the woman had ran, while the sun began to rise.

Hotel

"What do you mean that's not you!" Sam shouted at the Castiel standing in the doorway. He put his phone back to his ear and heard nothing but static, while the angelic being he thought was Castiel closed the door. He threw the phone to the floor and no sooner had the lock on the door clicked he had Castiel pinned to it.

"It's not me I can assure you." Castiel said looking into Sam's worry laden eyes.

"How do I know that? You could be a shape shifter for all I know." Sam said tightening his grip on the angel's coat.

" Sam, I'm no demon, I am an angel of the Lord." Castiel said returning the same icy glare he was being given by Sam.

Sam let him go and stepped back, "Christo" he said while he watch the angel stare at him with his back still on the wall. Then Sam rushed back at him and pressed his lips to his. Castiel stood there rigid as a board, with his mind going haywire.

He pushed Sam back, "What are you trying to do?" he said wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

"So… you don't remember what we did…" he looked at his watch, "last night?"

Castiel stared at him more while he read his mind and when he saw what he was trying to ask the angels eyes widen. "So it wasn't you?" Sam continued turning red and laughing nervously.

Castiel cleared his throat, "No. I'm sorry but that wasn't me."

Sam's mouth formed an 'O' and he looked at Castiel and said "Sorry about the…you know… just then…" he cleared his throat.

"Wait so you're not in love with Dean?"

"I can't feel." Castiel replied in a monotone.

"Right… so then I guess that wasn't you at the wedding?"

"No it wasn't."

"Then who the hell was it?" Sam asked remembering the initial problem at hand, "And where and what's happening to my brother?"

"I don't know who it is, but I know where he is and I can take you to him." Castiel said opening the door again.

Sam grabbed his stuff and went out the door behind Castiel, "Wait, I don't have a car." Castiel turned and looked at Sam, and then at the sky as if someone was talking to him.

Then he stretched out his hand, "It seems as if you'll be traveling the way we angels do."

The open road

She ran with tears in her eyes thinking of how she'd left Dean behind, she cried even harder as she heard his faint scream behind her. She cried but she kept running, she didn't plan on stopping, not until she completely passed out from exhaustion. She ran while the cool air stung her lungs as she took deep breaths. The woman was beginning to come around a corner and she slowed a bit, but didn't completely stop.

'How could I have left him? He was- is my husband, and I vowed only a day ago till death do us part. But what is he's already dead?" She shook her head and sped up a little. 'He's not dead, I would be able to sense it, I would be able to feel." She reassured herself, and put her head down and began to run at full speed.

Once she come around the corner, she felt the breath knocked out of her.

"Thought you had escaped, didn't you?" Castiel looked down on her and smiled.

"Miss me?" he got down on top of her and pulled at her bra straps, snapping them off, then snatching the bra off leaving her exposed to the cold air.

"GET OFF ME!" she screamed. "HELP ME! SOMEBODY!"

"Help me somebody." He mocked, and pinned her arms to the road, "There's no one here to save you now, no Dean around to rescue you again." He leaned down and whispered in her ear "…no….one"

She screamed and kicked and screamed until her screams came out as raspy sobs and he just sat there pinning her down and watching her slowly give up.

"Tired?" he asked and put his lips to her neck.

She didn't respond she just closed her eyes.

Castiel pulled the sash from his trench coat and tied it around her hands.

He touched her face, tracing her features, he touched her chest, then moved to her stomach his hand came to a rest at her navel.

"This may hurt a little." He said as all the nails on his hand grew, and he jabbed his hand into her stomach and he cut. He cut out her intestines, he worked his way back up and broke her rib cage, he ripped out her heart and watched as she choked on her own blood. He leaned forward on her once more and kiss her blood stained lips, "Mmm…sweet like honey." He looked at the heart in his hands, licked it and threw it off to the side. He got off her and looked down at her once more before he disappeared into thin air.