CHAPTER FOUR

"Then somehow it went wrong." She turned accusing eyes on Dean.

"Don't look at me like that; I didn't make him go wacko. – I tried to stop it."

"When?"

"What do you mean when?"

"When did you try to stop it? – How long did it take you to realised something was wrong Dean? – A second, a minuet…. A year?"

Dean hung his head. "I had other things on my mind."

"Sam? – Lisa? – Even though Castiel told you that Sam was safer the way he was, even though you weren't happy with Lisa.- Even though Castiel told you he was fighting a war."

"We offered to help!"

"Did you mean it?"

"Yes."

"Really? – You know Dean someone once said, 'when a friend is in trouble, don't annoy him by asking if there is anything you can do. Think up something appropriate and do it'."

"And what the fuck was I meant to do… it's not like I could just drive up to heaven and kick Raphael butt for him…. besides he was lying to me!" Dean said emotionally, the pain still raw.

Lindsey hung her head. "He was mistakenly trying to protect you. – That's what you do for someone you love Dean." She saw in flinch at her words, most probably know Dean Winchester, it was the mention of love. "…You should know that better than anyone. You lied to Sam, Sam lied to you. How is what Castiel did any different?"

"It just is." He snapped angrily.

Lindsey titled her head to the side, not in confusion at Cas was want to do, but with a deep knowledge, the ability to see beneath Dean's anger and hurt.

"Love is as destructive as hate, more so even." She said absently. "His love for you, his need to make you happy, to keep you save, led to this."

"His desire to kick Raphael's butt led to this." Dean replied angrily, he would not take the blame for Cass mistakes. – Even if he did feel responsible.

Even if God had a point.

He had been too wrapped up in his own problems to see what was happening to Cas. In hindsight there were a thousand little things that should have sent alarm bells sounding in his head. Kissing that demon bitch Meg was just one of them.

"I guess we're not the soul-mates you wanted." Dean murmured under his breath, though he knew God had heard it.

"First of all Dean, this had nothing to do with Raphael other than that he wanted to free Michael and Lucifer, which as I'm sure your aware would have set this whole thing back on track, ultimately leading to Yours and Sam's deaths. – Secondly, it is hard for two souls to communicate when one has his fingers in his ear, while humming Metallica."

A/N: Thank you for all you reviews. I'm not sure if this is going as I originally planned by well, I'll keep going and see how it ends. :D