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"Where the fuck is Sam Winchester?" Alisha snarled at the poor vampire standing before her.
"I.. I don't know, they were supposed to be here by now.."
"Phone them!"
"We've already tried multiple times, no one's picking up!"
"Well, phone them again! He'd better be here within the next five minutes, or there'll be hell to pay."
With those words, she turned away, going back to the basement where Dean was currently using up his last breaths. It didn't matter. The bastard was pretty much dead by now anyway.
She crouched over him, hearing his barely-there pulse stutter and halt.
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"What the fuck are you waiting for?!" Sam barked. "Come on!"
Castiel glared at him. "Scratch the sigils off, Sam. I can't come in with these warding signs."
Sam grunted in frustration and pulled out his knife, staring at the symbols covering the wall. "All of them?!"
Cas turned around, staring at the sigils. He then shook his head, pointing at a small, intricate yet inconspicuous symbol. "That one."
The youngest Winchester didn't waste any more time, scraping his knife along the paint of the sigil. Once there was a crack in the paint, Cas breathed out. They nodded grimly at each other before entering the building.
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A scream rang through the entire building. Alisha paused, her eyes going up to the ceiling. Another scream, and another. And then her ears were filled with the anguished screams of her dying children.
"Interesting," she murmured.
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Castiel was a soldier. A ruthless fighter. Sam sometimes forgot about that. But seeing him mercilessly, viciously, kill anything that stood in his way was a sharp reminder. Sam hacked and slashed his way through the crowd of vamps, which only seemed to be becoming thicker. No doubt there were all calling up their cronies to come help them.
He couldn't spot Shannon, though. Or rather, as the vampire at the bar had corrected, Alisha. There had to be another –
Sam smacked against the wall with a groan. He could feel blood running down his neck, and suddenly about six vampires were latching onto him.
"Sam!"
Cas swiftly roasted a vamp's head from the inside out, making his way to where Sam was struggling to fight off a number of the creatures. The constant fear of Dean being on his deathbed nagged at his thoughts as he killed another vampire that got in the way.
He was stopped by a heavy hand on his shoulder. He jerked around to meet a pair of familiar warm eyes.
"I'll take care of it, little brother. Go."
Cas squeezed Gabriel's hand on his shoulder briefly before turning to the nearest door, not bothering to open it and instead blowing it up, its wooden shards flying all over the place.
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It was chaos. Complete and utter chaos up there, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. A tiny part of her mind latched onto the hope that maybe they wouldn't find her here, but she didn't fool herself into believing it.
Alisha sighed. This really wasn't the way she'd been planning to go. Well, now she knew that at least one of the Winchester brothers was competent. She glanced at Dean from where she was crouched. It was too late anyway. She'd get this small victory, even in death.
Dean was going down with her.
A loud crashing noise, too close for comfort, made her blink and stand up, straightening her clothes and brushing the dirt from them.
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Cas flew down the stairs, dust rising up from the ground as he landed. The first thing he noticed was the smell. The smell of blood, thick and warm and nauseating. And the smell of death. Bitter, cold, stifling.
The second thing he noticed was Dean. Or rather, what was left of him. His body was almost unrecognisable splatter of colours, covered in purple or black bite-marks, blue and black and yellow bruises blooming all over his body and face. Almost every inch of his body had red splatters or red gashes or red streaks of blood, his hair matted with the stuff.
As Cas took all this in, he felt his stomach drop, his heart sink, his breath turn into fire in his chest. There was only one word going through his head, repeating itself over and over.
No.
"Well, hello there."
A silky voice came from behind him. He'd been so engrossed in Dean he hadn't even noticed he wasn't alone. He whipped around, staring at the woman before him.
"Go on, kill me. It's too late anyway," she said with a breathless, bitter smile.
Cas couldn't breathe. He couldn't think, he couldn't speak. All he could do was grab a handful of this woman's hair, bashing her head against the wall. He heard her skull crack, and he grabbed her face with both shaking hands. He dropped her when her eyes melted and flames shot out of the sockets, her head quite literally on fire from the inside.
He was at Dean's side within a heartbeat, falling down on his knees.
"Dean," he whispered, trailing a finger along his battered, unresponsive face.
It wasn't too late. It couldn't be too late.
"Dean!" he heard behind him, and heavy footsteps neared him, before coming to an abrupt halt.
"No," Sam said hoarsely. "No. Dean?" He fell to his knees as well, shaking his brother's shoulder. "Dean! Cas, do something!"
"He can't bring people back from the dead, Sam," came the quiet voice behind them.
Sam whirled around. "Then you do it! You're an archangel, Gabriel! Fix him!" he yelled, frantic.
Gabriel hung his head. "Sam, I'm so sorry."
"No! Shut the fuck up! There's nothing to be sorry about, because you're going to fix him. You're an archangel, you can do anything. Come on, do it!" the youngest Winchester snarled.
Gabriel didn't reply, his lips a thin line.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THE USE OF ANY OF YOU, THEN? YOU GREAT, ALMIGHTY ANGELS OF THE LORD, AND YOU CAN'T EVEN BRING MY BROTHER BACK!" Sam now shouted, leaping up and punching Gabriel in the face. The latter didn't flinch.
"Just.. just fuck off.. fucking.. no," he slumped down next to Dean's body, all the life having drained out of him. He ran his hands across Dean's face, smoothing away the hair from his forehead and wiping away some of the dried blood.
"You can't do this, Dean. You need to stop doing this," he murmured, tears now finally running down his cheeks.
All the while, Cas hadn't moved a muscle, his hand clenching Dean's lifeless one. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening.
He felt numb. He just.. couldn't move. All he could do was stare at Dean, and cry silently, and tremble, and probably puke up his guts in a minute.
For the first time ever, Gabriel was completely silent. He also crouched down next to them, staring at Dean with sad, tired eyes. Sam leaned forward, tears spilling out over Dean's face as he rested his forehead against his brother's.
He was speaking again, but Cas wasn't listening. He couldn't. He barely even felt the sudden, hard clench of a hand on his shoulder.
"Holy shit!"
That did catch their attention. They both turned towards Gabriel slowly.
Sam spoke first, his voice dull. "What the fuck is it, Gabriel."
"No, holy shit. Holy shit! Listen to me!" Gabriel was practically bouncing now.
They were paying proper attention now. "What?" Cas said, his voice a rough growl.
"The fucking bond, Cas!"
It was silent for a moment. "Holy shit."
"Oh my god!" Sam yelled. "Go on, Cas! Do it!"
Cas wasted no time in tearing off his shirt, throwing it in the corner of the dark room. He grabbed Dean's hand and rested it against his heart, resting his own hand on the scar on Dean's shoulder. He turned around in a last minute warning to tell Sam to close his eyes, but Gabriel had it covered, turning Sam's head away.
He uncloaked his wings.
The entire room lit up, the air around him vibrating with the energy radiating from him. He could feel the ground shake, he could feel the electric currents of pure power coming from his wings.
Cas took a deep breath, and directed all that power into Dean through his hand on the other man's arm. He sucked out all the white energy from his veins, sending it all straight to the man lying before him. The man who just now had taken a small breath.
Castiel grit his teeth and shoved, forcing the power to take over Dean's veins and muscles and heart, especially his heart. The hand-print was now lit up, and Cas was shaking from the effort.
Dean shuddered underneath him, and Cas pushed even harder.
And then it happened. Dean opened his eyes. They met Cas' briefly, before going to the huge wings behind Cas' back.
And Dean shuddered again, and Cas almost collapsed because he could suddenly feel him reaching out. He could feel Dean embrace the energy Cas was sending him, sending back his own modest, gentle bolts of exhausted, barely-there energy.
Their souls wrapped around each other, accepting everything the other had to offer and more. There was so much light, so much pure, pure light. Cas forgot who he was. He forgot what he was, where he was.
All he knew was Dean, Dean's soul, Dean's energy, Dean's mind, heart. Dean's everything.
He was going to burst, he was going to explode into a wave of white light, in a million stars and he never wanted anything more in his life –
And he was gone.
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