Castiel-Cas

When Sam left him outside, Castiel went back to where the wife's body had been laying.

He crouched down to get a better looked at the blood-stained grass, though what he was looking at was a small portion for this is where the heart had been thrown.

Castiel stood up and surveyed the scene as a whole, and images and voices came rushing at him, it was as if he could see exactly how it happened, like it happened before his eyes.

"You could've done better yourself." The angel Castiel turned around to see himself sitting on a rock and smiling. "Come on don't act like you're not enjoying this."

"I don't enjoy slaughter." The angel replied.

"Sure you do." Cas said getting up off the rock, "You just won't- can't admit it." He poked the angel in the chest. "But you don't have to! That's why I'm here!" he said spreading his arms before him.

Castiel narrowed his eyes and said, "Who are you?" when Cas stooped over to pick up pebbles.

"Why I'm you silly! I swear you would think angels were made without brains."Cas laughed as he threw a pebble at Castiel's head.

Castiel blinked when the rock him, but didn't move.

"Oh come on don't be such a stoic. Live a little." He walked up to where Castiel

Cas bent and touched the blood on the ground, "Mmmm…still warm."

Castiel reached down and grabbed him by throat, "WHO are you?"

"Like I said before," a smile began to form on his lips, "I'm…you. I'm the embodiment of all your anger, all your frustration, all your jealousy," Cas paused and out his finger to Castiel's lips, "all your lust."

Castiel slapped his hand away, and let him go.

"See I know exactly how you feel, and no my angelic being," Cas waved his finger in front of his face,

"that isn't a figure of speech."

He began to circle Castiel, "I know how you really think and I know what you really think of. I know how you think Dean is yours, because you brought him from the depths of hell. I know how you hate," he stopped, "Oops sorry, gotta use past tense, hated that bitch he'd fallen in love with. I know how you would scour the states looking for cases for him and Sam to solve, just so Dean couldn't see her."

Castiel listened and said nothing.

" You know you really shouldn't keep all that anger pinned up like that," a leaf had fallen onto Castiel's sleeve and Cas brushed it off when he whispered, "it's not good for us."

Castiel looked at him out of the corner of his eye, "I don't believe you."

Cas shrugged, "Well, I'm tired of trying to convince you, I guess we better do it the way the Winchester's do." He pulled a gun out from his jacket and pointed it at Castiel, Castiel rushed forward and Cas shot at the ground, causing a circle of fire to erupt around Castiel. He looked down then his eyes turned to narrow slits as he demanded to be let out.

"You think I'm stupid, if I let you out you'll kill me, but I've got a better idea. Be right back." He winked at Castiel and left.

Hospital

Cas came into Dean's room and saw Sam asleep with his head on one of the rails of Dean's bed.

He stood there just taking in Sam's features wishing he could once more feels those lips upon his own.

He walked up to Sam and shook him gently, Sam jumped up and yelled, "He's possessed!" and pointed to his brother. Then looking at where he was and who was standing in the room with he calmed down, "Where's the demon?" he asked as he began walking around Dean's bed looking for traces of sulfur.

"I think you were dreaming." Cas said.

"No that was too real, I was not dreaming. I don't even remember falling asleep." Sam was on the floor checking under the bed, and Cas stood back and looked at his butt. "What did you come here for?" he said running his hand under the bed.

"I've got him, the demon that did this to your brother." Sam quickly got to his feet and stood in front of Cas with his back to the bed.

"You what?...How?"

"I kinda just knew where he'd be." Cas looked at Dean laying in the bed and then he open his all black eyes and winked at Cas. Cas smiled back. Sam saw this and turned around to see what he was smiling at but seeing nothing but his brother's resting body he turned back around to Cas.

'Since when did he start smiling?' the thought occurred to Sam.

Cas snapped his fingers in front of Sam's face, "Well do you want to get him or not?"

"Yea lead the way." And he walked behind Cas, followed him into the hall, but stopped and watched Cas walked down the hall by himself before he went back in Dean's room and locked the door.

He stood in front of Dean's bed and held up his right hand, "I was not dreaming." He said when his head began throbbing, and when Dean began to cough and black smoke poured out his mouth and disappeared into the floor.

"Too smart for your own damn good Sam." Sam turned around and Cas hit him across the head and watched as he hit the floor. He picked up Sam's body, looking him up and down. He kissed him passionately before disappearing.