Chapter 2: I can throw you back in
Sam was snoring softly on the sofa, under his stupid furry blanket. Dean lay on his pretty floral futon mattress that he carried around in his pink and purple monster truck 1967 Chevrolet Impala, covered in his princess sleeping bag that he had got cheap in a charity shop. He didn't really mind. There was a flutter of feathers and Dean awoke, checking his stupid little brother who snored louder than ever.
Castiel aka 'Cazza' was standing in the kitchen, his expensive sunglasses covering his beautiful blue eyes. His leather jacket and black ripped jeans just made him look hotter to Dean. He had that smirk on his face that Dean loved...
Wait, why was Dean thinking all this crap? He sighed. He would never have Cas. Dean liked Gardening, Praying, eating salads, playing the flute, sewing and knitting. He could never have a hot rebel like Castiel as a boyfriend... friend.
"Great fucking job with the witnesses, man," Cazza said, smiling cockily. He was so hot, Dean thought to himself dreamily.
"Holy hot- I mean coolness, you knew about this hardship?" Dean sighed. He'd nearly admitted his crush.
"Uh, like, yeah dude," Castiel paused. A hot pause at that, Dean thought. "I was made 'aware' by the asshatts incharge of me."
"No thanks for the assistance," Dean sighed again. I LOVE YOU CASTIEL he nearly said. "I nearly got gravely wounded. Please apologize." and say you love me.
"You didn't, dude. Lighten up."
"I thought angels were supposed to be righteous and holy, not blasphemous, sinful and rude."
"Read the FUCKING bible! WE'RE WARRIORS, MAN! Not crazy holy headed fuckers who sit and sing and strum their harps."
"Why didn't you fight, then?" Dean asked, starting to weep uncontrollably.
"Stop fucking crying you woose. I'm not here to perch on your damn shoulder. We have bigger FUCKING problems."
"I'm beginning to lose faith, Castiel. I am so very sorry."
"First, it's Cazza, not Castiel. God is sadly..." Castiel looked up. "SADLY! Real. I fucking wish he wasn't but, that's what we're stuck with."
"But if God exists, then none of this awful, tragic stuff would be happening to this wonderful planet."
"Er, yeah. 'God' supposedly works in..."
"Mysterious ways." Dean finished. "I know, and I have read the bible, exactly 1934 times. Every day I read it and I pray."
"Wow, you really are a Jesus freak..." Castiel sighed.
"Bobby, he scared me earlier. He told me of something very frightening indeed... the apocalypse." Dean shuddered.
"That's why we're fucking here, man. Don't you pay attention?"
"Do I want know what it is?" Dean asked, scared.
"Hell, no. You defiantly won't want to know. But, I have to tell you. The rising of the witnesses is one of the 66 seals, and no that's not a show at sea world. It's for real, Dean. It's fucking real."
Dean furrowed his brow.
"These seals are being broken by the super asshat that is Lilith," Castiel (Cazza) continued. He pulled his sunglasses down his nose and Dean thought that made him look even hotter.
"She did the spells and rose those ghosts?" Dean inquired.
"Yeah. Finally, man you're catching on. But, dude not just here. 20 other hunters have snuffed it."
"So she picked the poor unfortunate souls that we hunters couldn't save? So they could come after us and blame us for our sins?"
"Lilith has an... er...interesting sense of humour."
"Sounds like a horrible sense of humour. Anyway, we laid those poor souls back to rest."
"It ain't like that dude. The seal was broken."
"Why did she break the seal in the first place?"
"The seals are like locks on a door."
"You mean... one breaks the last one and..."
"Lucifer is free."
"Lucifer? The Devil? Satan? Oh my gosh. I did not imagine that he was real. I only thought that he was told to scare children."
"Lucifer's real man. He's my bro. Well, was. Anyways, three days ago you didn't think I was an angel. Here I am. Man, what escapes your understanding? Why the hell do you think we've been here for the first time in 2,000 years?!"
"To stop Satan."
"Exactly. That's why me and my bros are here. To stop the apocalypse."
"You haven't exactly done well. You really failed with the witnesses."
"Deano, listen. WE FUCKING TRIED OKAY! Some we'll win and some we'll lose. WE'RE NOT ALL AS POWERFULL AS YOU MIGHT THINK. Six dudes died this week. They were my brothers. YOU FUCKING THINK THE ARMIES OF ANGELS SHOULD JUST FOLLOW ALL YOUR FREAKING COMMANDS? That is a load of shit, and you know it. As much as I hate to admit it, there is a bigger picture. You should fucking show me some respect. I pulled your ass out of hell. I CAN throw you back in."
And with that, Castiel (Cazza) adjusted his sunglasses and flapped away. Dean sighed and went to make himself a cup of camomile tea. Dean began to cry silently.
"Dean... man you alright?" Sam said sleepily, rubbing a hand though his short hair. "Not with the damned crying again! I'm like trying to sleep."
"Sam do you believe in god and angels?"
"Three days ago I would have said hell no, but I'm sadly starting to wonder after your 'holy' encounter with Castiel."
"How about the Devil?"
Sam's eyes lit up. "Like, oh my god. You think he's real. Loser."