"FUCK YOU!"

"Dean, calm down," Castiel pleaded, Dean's fists clenched around his lapels slammed him back against the wall again, his head bounced off the old painted brick.

"You," he took a shaking breath before screaming at the top of his lungs, "LET HIM GO DOWN!"

"I got you out, I can get him out."

Dean slapped Castiel so hard the angel was knocked off balance and fell into the cheap bedside table. Dean shrunk back to sitting on the bed, seething with anger and hatred.

"Dean."

"Don't fucking talk to me."

Dean's heart was broken. His little brother. His only family left had just taken one for the whole team of the human race. Fallen down into the pit with Michael and Lucifer. He watched his brother fall. The one angel he trusted, the only person he trusted besides Sam, had let him go down. Or at least that's how Dean saw it. He had nothing left. He had no one left.

"Dean, please."

It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to save Sam and Dean. He'd only saved one, and by doing that he'd broken the other. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. He was supposed to ride off into the sunset in the impala with Dean and live happily ever after like all those movies they'd watched. He wanted to be Dean's hero. Instead he became Dean's villain.

He moved on shaky legs to the bed, "Dean, I can fix it."

"Not this time, Cas."

Dean's was shaking; Castiel leaned to press a kiss on the crook of his jaw behind his ear. "Please."

The hunter's reflexes were so fast if he hadn't been an angel, he would have seen the hand shooting up to wrap around his throat.

"Fuck you," he growled. He smashed a kiss into Castiel that was mostly teeth. They caught on Cas' lip and tore the thin skin. He lapped up the angel's blood and pushed him roughly into the bed. Castiel's hands reached to his hunter's hips, but the man jerked away, and growled, "Don't touch me." Dean sat on the angel's lap and roughly undid his belt, tearing it out from under him. He gathered up the angel's wrists and bound them with his own belt. "Don't fucking talk to me. Don't touch me. Don't look at me." He pulled on the belt as if to drive the point home. He harshly flipped Castiel over, his face smashed into the thin pillows. If he'd been human, Castiel wouldn't have bothered to move his head, just let himself get smothered. Dean pulled the angel's hips up, there was no gentleness left in him. He pushed the trenchcoat ends aside and ripped down Castiel's pants, they caught on his sharp hipbones at the odd angle. The fabric scratched at his skin. He moaned as Dean's calloused hands spread his legs. "Don't make a fucking sound."

The heat behind Castiel disappeared for a moment. He heard some rustling and it was back. A familiar cold slick worked his backside. He pushed into it, and bit his still bleeding lip to stifle a moan. Dean worked him open, he took his time but he wasn't exactly gentle about it. Castiel would be very sore without his grace. He'd rip it out in an instant if it would bring back his Dean. If things would be okay again, he would give up everything. The fingers disappeared and were soon replaced with Dean's painfully hard cock. He wasted no time; he just bucked into the angel as if the harder he slammed into him the easier the pain in his soul would get. Dean found Castiel's prostrate and hit it hard. The angel gasped but made no vocal noise, he didn't want to know the consequences for making a sound. They both came hard, Dean with a grunt that suspiciously like "Cas," but he wasn't going to say anything.

Dean pulled up the angel's pants, and eased him to sitting. He unwrapped the belt without looking at the angel's face.

"Dean," his voice was so low it was barely above an exhalation. Dean's eyes drifted to the cut on the angel's lip, Cas hadn't bothered to heal it. It was angry and bruised and wet still. It broke the hard look on Dean's face, a brief flash of anguish and anger flashed in his eyes. He looked into the impossibly colored blue eyes.

"I'm sorry," his voice broke and he turned away sharply and got up. He grabbed his bag and walked to the door. He stood in the threshold hesitating for a moment. Castiel prayed that he was changing his mind. "Don't find me. I don't want to fucking see you ever again." The voice was shaky.

Castiel just sat there trying to figure out what to do. The only thing left to do was go back to Heaven. Back to a nest of vipers and sin. What was human life without Dean? He would have given anything to have Dean walk back into the room. He heard the impala start and roar out of the hotel parking lot. His soul wept. He wept. Until his throat was raw and he couldn't cry anymore.

Tears stung Dean's eyes as he drove away. He loved Castiel, but he couldn't stand the sight of him. How could he ever forgive him? Castiel dragged him out of Hell just to ruin his life. He would do anything to trade places, to let Sam walk free. He drove for the crossroads, he drove for 20 hours straight. No demon would meet him. They saw him and smoked out. No one would see him. Where would he go now? Bobby would just remind him of Sam. He had no home. Cassie had gotten married last spring. He showed on Lisa's doorstep to get the door slammed in his face. He drove until he fell asleep at the wheel and crashed into a ditch.
This seems as good a place as any, he thought before lapsing back into unconsciousness.