No one disagreed with it, no one argued. Sam just nodded with a sad look on his face.
"I think thats all we can do..." Sam sighed. "You guys get all we need and meet me here. I can go in a wheelchair."
"But Sam you can't..." Jody held Sam's hand.
"I need to." Garth and Jody looked at each other before leaving for the bunker to gather supplies.
Dean sat on the edge of the motel bed he and Castiel had been using and watched the small T.V. with content. The angel was taking a shower, feeling gross after two days of murder without a shower. Dean was watching a spanish soap opera, he may not have understood all of their words but it was funny to him. He really liked the women in the show too, and would happily share a bed with them. Castiel walked out of the bathroom with only his dress shirt and pants on. He picked up his tie that was on the floor and started tying it around his neck.
"Cas." Dean said without moving even his eyes.
"Yes?"
"If Sam or any hunter tries to kill me...what would you do?" Dean glanced at Castiel.
"Stop them." Dean nodded at this, pleased with his response. Dean was sure that Sam was going to try to get him, or some hunter would hear about it. That is the reason why he had Castiel around.
Two hours later the angel and demon were back in their garage and were prepping for the next batch of people Dean hated from just seeing a taste of their lives. Dean was cleaning his precious first blade and Castiel was sweeping floor for no reason but boredom. Jody was hiding behind a big box in the garage while Garth and Sam were outside waiting for the signal. Dean paced around the room and looked at the box where the police officer was.
"You know I can tell you are there right Officer?" Dean chuckled and Jody stood up with a gun in her hands pointing directly at Dean. The demon scoffed. "Oh you can't do damage with that! Didn't I teach you something about hunting?" Jody was shaking a little. Garth and Sam walked into the garage and Castiel looked at them with concerned eyes. Dean turned his head and looked at them. Garth was pushing Sam in a wheelchair.
"Sam." Dean growled, his voice low. He blinked and his eyes went black. "You shouldn't have come here Sam."
"No...I have to end this." Sam's nostril's flared and Garth was taken back by Dean's black eyes. Dean turned back to Jody who still had her gun at the ready. "I thought we were friends."
"Don't play victim." The police woman responded with a scared tone.
"I'm not. I'm saying that we were friends." Dean shrugged. Garth pulled a knife out and gave Jody a nod. Jody fired at Dean and Garth charged. The demon backed away and the angel stepped in between them, stopping them from continuing their attack.
"Don't do this. Do not try to hurt Dean," The angel commanded. Garth paused but Jody kept trying to shoot.
"Castiel! Look at what he did to Sam!" Garth shouted at him. "Look!"
"Dean DID NOT DO THAT!" Castiel raised his voice and a knife dropped from the sleeve of his trench-coat. "I'm warning you, back off or else."
"Castiel please!" Garth shouted.
"Cas!" Sam shouted with a desperate look on his face. They tried to move through him one last time, and Castiel quickly sent his weapon through their chests. They fell down onto the cold floor, lifeless and Castiel showed a bit of sorrow. He stepped over their bodies and went over to the human Winchester.
"Cas, why are you doing this?" Sam asked, reaching out to him.
"Dean and I...are complicated." Castiel looked at the floor. "We may be dating."
"Wow." Sam scoffed and looked Castiel in the eyes. "You are really protective you know that?"
"Cas, kill him." Dean ordered from the corner of the garage.
"But Dean-"
"Or else I will."
Castiel looked Sam in the eyes and sighed, raising his blade into the air. He closed his eyes and stabbed him right in the heart. He whispered "I'm sorry Sam" and dropped blade. The angel turned and looked Dean in the eyes.
"Dean this isn't right, we can't keep killing these people."
"You are right, WE can't. You are no longer of use to me."
"Are we breaking up?"
"No you baby I used you." Dean grabbed Castiel by his neck and pushed him against the wall. "You are so stupid, you did my dirty work." He growled into the angel's ear. Dean picked the angel up and threw him violently at the floor. The demon walked over to him and stomped down on Castiel's head.
"Dean please..." The angel was bleeding and tears were visible.
"Nah. Don't think so." Dean cut open Castiel's back with the angel's own knife. He enjoyed the screams of agony that were released from the action. Dean made a cross on the angel's back and tossed Castiel's blade onto the other side of the garage. "Now you listen here you bitch. Never be a bitch to someone else. They'll make you do terrible things and mess with you, they'll wipe away your emotion."
Castiel nodded and cried, and Dean put the angel out of his misery.
Dean Winchester backed away slowly from the mess he had made. Somewhere deep down inside of himself, he felt sad for the loss of his friends. But that emotion was wiped away quickly, and was replaced with joy for the mess he made, the fun of the game, and how he got away with all of it. He turned around and saw Crowley standing behind him. He followed Crowley from day one, after all he was his king, and what would a knight be if he wasn't loyal? He also had fun because of Crowley, no emotions no misery. It paid to be someone's bitch.
"You have fun, squirrel?"