Dean and Cas rounded a gray brick wall where two tall guys were patrolling a white door painted with rust.
"Cas, you get Clay Aiken over there, and I'll get Brad Pitt."
"Got it." He answered.
Dean turned around to study the two guys. Both where tall; one with short brown hair, and the other, with long brown hair. Together they were making small talk, unaware of his existence.
"OK Cas, before we do anything, we're gonna get one thing straight. I'm not dealing with any of this zapping around crap! You stay with me, and do as I say?"
Dean paused, waiting for an answer only to get silence.
"Cas, you hear me?" Dean turned around to see Cas had disappeared, and looked back at where the two guys were standing. There, Cas appeared out of nowhere between the now surprised demons, placing a hand on both faces, in which the newfound power shot from his hand. In seconds the two glowed from underneath the angel's hand, before dropping to the ground.
"What the hell Cas!" Dean came around the corner meeting Cas where the two bodies lied.
"You were taking too long. I wanted to get it over with." Cas explained.
"I don't care what you wanted! You could have died! If you haven't noticed, you've been kinda slow lately!"
"Dean-"
"No!" he interrupted. "I'm going to make myself clear! I can't do this alone. I need Sam, and I can't do this without you, which means that I need you too. You're gonna have to back me up on this one Cas!"
Cas didn't respond. He took in every word that came out of his mouth and he thought before he spoke. It was strange to him though; what Dean had said. Him being slow lately, it was true. The night at Bobby's had thrown him off a little and it made him feel something that he had never felt before. What was it? Friendship? Love? Is that what it's like to be human? Anger, love, and sadness all running around inside of you? Cas didn't know what to think of it all; it ran through his head, and being the angel he was, he couldn't comprehend any of it.
"Sorry." He started. "I-I didn't realize."
"Yea, whatever," Dean shrugged off. "Let's just get this done."
Dean and Cas walked up to the door, turning the knob.
"Dammit, locked!" Dean cursed under his breath. He pulled out a small black case from the inside pocket of his jacket, picking two small picks. After a few minutes of jimmying the lock he heard a click and the door swung open.
"We're in." He smiled, impressed with his work. "I've always wanted to say that."
Cas showed no emotion, not understanding why Dean would want to say that. With that, Dean turned back towards the door where together they entered a long dark hallway.
Upon entering, the room smelt of rotten flesh, but there seemed to be a sickeningly sweet, cloying smell that lingered throughout the air however, Dean and Cas where both used to it. As they went down the hallway, they passed large metal doors, complete with small barred windows, and sturdy locks.
Dean looked inside each of them, seeing if Sam might be in one. But of course it wouldn't be that easy. In the second room from the end, he saw contained a dead man who had probably been in there for weeks.
"Well, that explains the smell." He whispered to himself.
Dean led the way down the hallway turning into another room; Cas followed close behind.
"Stop." Cas said. "Something's not right."
"What?" Dean asked.
"They were just here."
"Who? Crowley?"
"Yes, and Sam." Cas walked in to examine more of the room.
"Cas behind you!" Dean shouted, but the demon had thrown a lit lighter to the floor instantly engulfing Cas in a circle of holy fire.
The Demon came closer, once she knew the angel couldn't get out.
"You must be Dean." She said.
"In the flesh." He responded. "Now what should we call you?"
"Kelly." She answered with a sadistic smile. "Mmm, you're almost as cute as your brother if not a littler hotter."
Dean chuckled. "Alright sweetheart, cut the chit-chat. Where's Crowley?"
"Gone, but who knows where? He could be anywhere right now."
"What about Sam?"
"With Crowley obviously." Kelly said rolling her eyes. "But hey, there's a chance they haven't left yet. If you go now, you might be able to catch them before it's too late."
Dean didn't move, he just looked at Cas and then back to Kelly.
"Dean go get Sam, I got her." Cas tried to reassure him, but it didn't really help much.
"Oh, how cute! Don't want to leave your angel here all alone! That's so sweet. I was always such a sap for romance." Kelly laughed.
Deans face flushed red at her words. She was absolutely right. He couldn't leave him alone, unable to defend himself. Instead of answering, he turned around looking for options to get Cas out and to get Sam in time. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he spotted a fire alarm, just to the far right of him, and soon noticed the sprinklers on the ceiling.
Dean laughed. It was obvious by the look on her face, that Kelly was confused.
"What's so funny?" She asked.
"Oh nothing," Dean said, casually walking towards the alarm. "Just the fact that you guys decided to hold up in a factory with a fire alarm."
In the moment those words where said, Dean pulled the fire alarm, and the sprinklers went off. Quickly the flames that surrounded Cas died out, and once the demon had noticed, she flung Dean across the room in an attempt to escape, but she was too late. The now angry angel came towards her before she could flee. Cas placed his hand on her face just like he did the other two before, and there she dropped at his feet.
"Cas you OK?" Dean asked.
"Yea, I'm fine." He answered.
Together they left the room hoping to catch Crowley and Sam. Passing door after door they found no sign of either.
"Where the hell is Crowley?" Dean said growing impatient.
"I don't know?" Cas said.
But before they could say another word, a voice echoed from behind them. "Looking for me are you?"
"As a matter of fact, we are." Dean turned around, instantly recognizing the voice.
"A little wet, aren't we." Crowley teased.
"Yea, well Kelly didn't really give us much of a choice." Dean smiled. "So, now that we've all said our hellos, where's Sam?"
Crowley smirked saying, "Come on out boys, our dear friend here wants to see his baby brother."
After Crowley said that, two strongly built guys, one with short, charcoal black hair, and the other with short brown hair, came around the corner dragging Sam in each arm. Cuts littered his body, as his head drooped down, too weak to hold himself up.
"Sammy!" Dean said as he noticed the state his brother was in.
The demons threw Sam to the floor. Sam struggled to stand, but soon gave up, only being able to utter "Dean." It was clear how exhausted he was from his voice.
"Now you see Dean, you can have Sam back."
"Good, then give him here!"
"Uh-uh-uh," Crowley taunted. "Under one condition."
"And what would that be?"
"You give us the angel, and we'll give you your brother."
Dean didn't answer. He looked at Cas with concern, and Cas looked back. Before he had a chance to talk to him about it, Cas started walking to Crowley.
"You want Sam back, or not."
Dean hesitated at his words, but followed rather reluctantly. He could see Cas grip the angel sword behind his back, and began to understand what Cas was up to. As they approached Crowley and his henchman, Dean bent down to take a look at Sam, and quickly without thinking, took his knife and thrust upward into the brown haired demon's chest.
Cas, at Deans note took this as an opportunity, and rapidly took down the black headed one without a fight.
Crowley took a step back, looking at all the exits. For a moment he looked scared, but then a sly smile appeared across his face. Before Dean could understand why he was smiling, he heard the distinct sound of a knife piercing through flesh. The sound was normal to him, he had heard it a thousand times, but with the smile on Crowley's face, there was no mistaking who the victim was.
As Dean turned around in fear of what he knew was true, he watched as Cas dropped to the floor. Dean knew what came next, and quickly shielded his eye's from the light emitted from the angel. Once Dean was able to open his eyes, everything seemed to go in slow motion.
"Cas?" He said not wanting to believe he was dead. He kneeled down, shaking him roughly. "No, no, no, no! Cas come on buddy!" Dean fought to hold the tears in as best as he could, letting a few slip and fall on his trench coat.
Immediately once the realization slipped in, his heart dropped. For a while Dean noticed nothing; just the fact that Cas had died. Around him everything began to fade, and soon turned it was black. Light began to filter in the darkness, but where this light was coming from, he didn't know.
Dean's eyes shot open, and he jolted out of his seat. His breathing was rapid, and sweat dripped from his forehead. He took a second to look at his surroundings, and found he was in the Impala. But what caught his attention was Cas sitting in the back seat, unharmed, and alive.
"Dean, are you OK" Cas asked, sounding worried.