The next thing Castiel knew, two Demons were trying to push and pull him off the bed. He was still too dizzy to fight properly against both of them but at least he could do something against one. The Angel extended his arm, touched the creature on its forehead and proceeded to burn the demon from the innocent vessel.
Dean saw Castiel going down after banishing one of their attackers and knew he had to help his friend - despite the one Demon who was just about to try and rip his arm off. The Angel was a limp figure that was pulled towards the window, obviously exhausted by that tiny display of angelic power. Dean ducked and used the force of the demon's attack to half throw, half push him on the other adversary successfully bringing both down to the floor. The hunter hastily grabbed his friend's arm, pulled the dazed Angel to his feet, and avoided another attack from behind by sheer luck.
Three demons against one hunter and an out of commission Angel. Dean knew the odds were against them. He quickly shot a glance at his friends but Sam was struggling against two demons of his own and while Bobby had obviously managed to pin one to the door his second adversary was throwing nasty punches at the old hunter.
When the world stopped spinning enough for Castiel to recognize his surroundings again, he was leaning against one wall while Dean struggled to keep three demons from stabbing, punching and hitting Dean. Although he moved with enough speed and grace that the Angel just wanted to watch this strange kind of dance, he knew the human was tiring quickly. There were seven demons left. Too many to banish. Even if they had patiently queued in line for him to burn one after another from their vessel he would not have been able to get rid of all. He was too exhausted. On the other hand, there were only three humans he needed to rescue. Castiel touched Dean and only moments after the hunter had vanished into thin air, one of the demons' knives was embedded into his comrade's vessel as the vile creature could not abort its attack quickly enough.
Sam was totally taken aback as he saw his brother disappear. The younger hunter didn't notice the demon attacking him until it was nearly too late. He made a hasty lunge and promptly collided with Bobby. His momentum shoved the older man directly into the arms of another demon who grabbed Bobby and threw him with such force against the next wall that he heard - hopefully only plastic - breaking.
Sam dodged another attack and noticed how Castiel struggled futilely against four foes. With two quick steps the hunter was behind one of them and planted his knife hilt-deep into the Demon's back who died with the regular demon-fireworks as Sam was already attacking the next one. All of a sudden he felt someone grab his shoulder, spun around and noticed too late that Castiel was the one behind. Sam too vanished into thin air, leaving a puzzled Angel with the demon killing knife's hilt protruding his stomach behind.
~*~
Sam jumped when his cell started ringing. He had just appeared a few seconds ago in Bobby's kitchen and nearly knocked over the table while dodging the imminent attack of a no longer near foe. With shaking fingers he dragged the phone out of his pocket and answered the call.
"Sam."
"Dean?"
"Where are you, Sam?"
"At Bobby's. Where're you?"
"Oh..."
"Oh?!"
"I think I know where I am."
"Dean!"
"I am... about 10 minutes from the junkyard. At the road. If I'm not mistaken..."
"Where's Bobby? Or Cas?"
"Not with me. Are you alone?"
"Yes, Dean. Nobody here except me."
"Okay... What happened?"
"Cas..."
"Damn, did that dumb Angel zap us?"
"He did. Saved your life by doing so."
"Crap, I hope they're all right."
"..."
"Sam? Do you know something I don't?"
"I might have gotten Bobby thrown into a wall..."
"Sam..."
"And Castiel stabbed..."
"Oh, fuck."
~*~
Bobby! . . Fuck! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Cas, watch out! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Now you're gonna die, Angel!
Somehow the world was tilted to the right as Bobby regained consciousness. It took the hunter a few moments before his brain caught up with his surroundings and sound joined the Technicolor Display of Odd. He was in some back alley. Lying on the concrete. His left side hurt like a bitch and his right hip was on fire. In front of the old hunter, not more than one or two meters away the Angel was slumped down on all fours over a puddle of vomit retching weakly. Cautiously, so as to not to hurt anything additional Bobby turned his head searching for the Demons. But the alley was deserted. Only he himself, the damn Angel and a duffel bag of the Winchesters' were in here.
Bobby had no idea how they had ended up safe but he certainly was not under the illusion they could stay here and take a breather. Slowly the old hunter sat up, pain shooting through his sore right side as soon as he started moving. He did not know if he would be able to walk or even rise on his own account. In his hip was still a huge ball of fiery agony. Bobby hadn't noticed he was panting heavily, sweat running down his face when he felt a cool hand on his shoulder.
"We should leave now," the Angel's gentle baritone sounded next to his ear, "Do you require assistance?"
Bobby nodded and waited for Castiel to help him stand up. But as soon as the Angel moved and was standing next to the old hunter he frowned. "You might consider covering those decorations of yours."
The Angel nodded wordlessly and started rummaging through the bag pulling out clothes Bobby recognized as Dean's. As Castiel began dressing himself, the hunter noticed for the first time the blade still embedded in the Angel's stomach.
"Is that Sam's?"
Castiel shot Bobby a questioning look.
"The knife."
The Angel still seemed confused.
"Boy, don't tell me you haven't noticed someone stabbing you!"
Finally Castiel looked down and frowned on the weapon stuck in his body.
With growing horror Bobby watched how the Angel pulled the knife out of his body - slowly, centimeter by centimeter, face contorted in obvious pain, breath ragged - and finally the hunter noticed how spacey and dazed Castiel was. They not only had to leave this alley as soon as possible but they also had to find a safe place somewhere near. Because the Angel surely wouldn't be able to stay astir longer than a few minutes at best. And Bobby knew he himself was in no shape to carry the other man.