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Warning: This contains many spoilers and goes along with 7x23. I don't have a beta so there are mistakes. My bad.

A/N: Hello my loves. I missed you all. Anyway so here is Chapter 12 finally. I loved writing this chapter and hopefully when you read it you will understand why. I love the interaction between Sam, Dean and Cas in this chapter and I hope you will too. I can't know if you like it or not if you don't review. So please for the love of everything review this chapter. What happens in the next chapter highly depends on whether you liked this chapter or not. So please please please review! I love you all... enjoy!

Cas was hiding in the upstairs room still and hating himself for it. He just couldn't shake the feeling that he didn't feel like himself anymore. The boys had burned Bobby's flask the two days ago and Dean was just now getting over the hangover. He and Sam had talked a lot, muffled noises that Cas couldn't quite make out. Not that Cas wanted to overhear this time. He thought the boys deserved some time to themselves to mourn their father figure. Hell Cas needed sometime to mourn Bobby. Bobby was well Bobby. He was gruff, sarcastic, smart, and so caring. Castiel had never met someone who cared quite as much as Bobby did for other people. The Winchester's were a close second though.

In the time that he had been hiding in the room, Cas had come up with an epiphany. Guilt is an amazing emotion. It drives people to lengths they would never have dreamed of before. Bobby, Dean, Sam, and even he has done so many things because of guilt. Bobby became a hunter to atone for his wife. Dean does everything to try and make up for his father's absences and his mother's death. Sam got back into the business because of Jess's death and stayed because of Dean. Cas on the other hand, Cas let his guilt change a millennium years' worth of beliefs and betrayed his family for a human who at the time really didn't like him. Yes, guilt is a very powerful emotion and right now Cas was drowning in it.

Dean on the other hand seemed to have tried to drown himself in alcohol. The cabin reeked of it and a faint odor of vomit. The elder Winchester had spent hours drinking and afterwards hours throwing up. It was fairly disgusting just overhearing it. Cas had a small ounce of pity for Sam who was down there with Dean. Sam also drank, but not nearly as much. No one in the cabin talked much, just murmurs and sighs. It was obvious that both boys didn't really know how to deal with losing Bobby for the second time.

So after two days of intoxication, Dean was slowly becoming sober and focusing on the bigger problem. Dick was still out there and he was taking every precaution necessary. The only plus side was that Dick didn't know that Cas was still alive and Cas really, really wanted to kill Dick. He doubt it would absolve his sins but it would make him feel a lot better. Which just made him realize how "human" he had become over the past few years. Maybe being resurrected so many times had done something funny to his grace, not to mention his head. A slam from downstairs startled Cas out of his thoughts. Voices carried upstairs but too soft to tell what they were saying. However judging by their tone it was another argument. Sam was getting on to Dean for something. The sound of a chair scraping on the floor was next, meaning Dean just stood up to face his brother. More angered tones and the sound of the laptop closing. Sam must be pulling out the puppy eyes. In the silence that followed, Cas could tell that it was a battle of wills downstairs. Dean's pride vs. Sam's puppy's eyes, round 789,333. Another soft pleading yet angry tone before someone stomped off to the door and left the cabin. For the one fact that the cabin door didn't slam shut, Cas knew it was Sam that had left.

It had surprised him. He thought if anyone, Dean would be the one to walk out of the cabin. Did Dean's pride actually hold out over Sam's guilt trip? A heavy sigh from downstairs begged to differ. Dean never could really say no to Sam. However it did make Cas wonder what the argument was about. Knowing the Winchesters it could be anything from food to plans on killing Dick. This made Cas all the more curious. The sounds of footsteps echoed in the cabin. Dean was pacing. Another sigh and a clearing of the throat before silence again.

Suddenly Cas could hear Dean's voice, both downstairs and in his head. It was a very odd sensation that had Cas grabbing his head. "Oh Cas who art slightly insane. Come on Cas I… We really need to talk to you. So if you could get your feathery ass down here, that would be great." Dean was praying. Dean was praying to him. It really shouldn't make Cas so happy to hear that, but it was Dean's way of reaching out to him. This also meant that he was the topic of the argument that Sam and Dean just had. Any good feeling he just received ebbed away. Dean didn't want to call Cas. Sam was the one who thought it was a good idea. Dean just never could say no to his little brother.

Cas frowned at the thought of the prayer. He couldn't tell if Dean meant for praying to come off as serious or as a joking matter. Humor was never one of his strong points. Then again Dean's prayers were never quite conventional; in fact some of them have been downright blasphemous in the past. So it was probably safe to say that the hunter was being serious most of the time. Sighing Cas stared at the ceiling and contemplated the idea of not answering the prayer, but knowing Dean that would just piss him off even more and if there is one thing Cas has had enough of; it's Dean being mad at him. Plus he promised Bobby that he would take care of the boys and that would get substantially harder if Dean was mad at him. Human temperaments can be very trying at times.

Castiel uncloaked himself and shook out his wings. They were a little stiff from cloaking him this entire time. He could just walk downstairs however; if he flew it would take less time and would have the element of surprise on his side. He would never admit it out loud but it was funny startling Dean just a little. The elder Winchester was usually so stoic and hard to get a jump on, so just Dean jumping in shock was an accomplishment of sorts. Flying literally took less than a second and Cas was back downstairs in the living room standing right behind Dean. Time seemed to slow just a little as Cas looked at Dean. To anyone else besides him and Sam, Dean would look the same, but Castiel could see the defeated slump in his shoulders and the tiredness in his stance. Bobby's death was really taking a toll on the hunter, more so than Castiel originally thought.

He was so close to Dean, he could literally smell the human; leather, gun oil and sweat. Dean would probably find this creepy. Cas finds this a little more than odd as well, but the angel does take some comfort in the familiar smell. It reminded him of the Impala. Cas fought the urge to smile at the thought. It just reminded him of a better time, when there was at least smiles to go with the frowns. Cas took a step back; even he understood that smelling someone was highly against Dean's personal space rule.

"Dean" Cas said attempting to make his voice sound as bland as possible.

Dean jumped and whipped around facing the angel. The hunter's green eyes were wide and his stance was defensive. Cas fought again not to smile. He really did take too much enjoyment out of moments like this. "Dammit Cas we've talked about this. At least try to make a little noise." Dean said rubbing the back of his neck.

"My apologies." Castiel really wasn't sorry at all.

"I didn't think you were going to show man."

Castiel felt his stomach drop. A small part of Cas wanted to say that he always comes when he can. He would never abandon the Winchester when they needed him. Not even when he was fighting a war did he stop checking in on them. He wanted to ask why this was surprising to Dean. Did one mistake turn Cas into some sort of bad person? He wanted to just punch Dean in the gut to make Dean feel like he felt and walk away. His hand began to tremble slightly. However, Cas wouldn't do any of that. He couldn't risk the Winchesters safety just because he couldn't get a hold of his emotions. So instead Cas said monotone, "Who could ignore such a lovely prayer?"

Dean had a look of confusion on his face. "Did you just sass me?"

Cas put on his best innocent face with a little head tilt. "Of course not. I always speak to you with the utmost respect." The Winchesters were really a bad influence on him. Dean shook his head with a small smirk. "You've been spending way too much time with Sammy."

"Sam was not the one to teach me that." Cas left off the part saying that it was Dean who taught him sarcasm. It was Dean who taught him how to wear a mask of innocence. It was Dean who taught him how to lie to someone's face, because that's how you become president. Castiel left of the part where everything remotely human about him, he learned from Dean. Yes Sam had a small part in it too, but mostly it was Dean. Castiel treasured all of those things, despite his hate for emotions. Being partially human was significantly better than being a "Dick with wings" as Dean calls them.

Silence filled the cabin for a few seconds. Dean shuffled awkwardly, "How about we run a little errand."

"What kind of errand?"

Dean smirked and clamped Cas on the shoulder. "1214 Floyd St. Portland, Maine." Castiel had a moment of understanding. Dean needed Cas to take him somewhere and sadly enough, Cas was all too happy to oblige. He raised his slightly trembling hand and pressed two fingers to Dean's forehead. Flying with passengers was always slightly awkward. The tagalong seemed to think it only takes a second, but for Cas it always seems longer. That and it puts a slight strain on his wings that actually felt good. So Castiel flew with his human charge out of the cabin. He flew past the forest, mountains, and cities. It was all a blur and Dean was light in his arms. Cas landed on the street he was instructed and took away his hand. Green eyes shot open and looked around.

Cas took the opportunity to look around as well. They seemed to be in a small town by the harbor. Broken boats surrounded them and off to the left were something very familiar about the woods surrounding this place. The entire town actually felt familiar. Castiel looked back at Dean who was looking at something rather large covered in a blanket. The hunter had a small smile on his face. It was amazing what a smile could do, Dean looked years younger as if everything that he was worried about had vanished. It was a smile of contentment that Cas had seen on Dean's face only a handful of times. Cas shook his head; yeah he knew where they were.

"I remember this town."

"You do?" Dean glanced over at him in shock.

Cas nodded in return, "Uriel wanted to smite everyone here."

"Yeah he was a bag of dicks."

The angel smiled, Uriel was a dick. There were many times that Zachariah had told Uriel to "convince" Castiel of his loyalties to heaven. However, even though that had happened Cas still hadn't wanted to kill his brother. Then he found out Uriel was on Lucifer side and it had turned everything so wrong. Everything that Cas had once to comfort in had begun to fall away. This town though had a special mark in his memory, because he liked to believe that this was where Cas started to be less of an angel and more of himself. "This is where I truly began to doubt heaven's plans."

Dean chuckled a little and patted the angels shoulder. "Back to the scene of the crime."

Cas looked down at his hands and clenched them into fist. He could see how stained they were with blood even though they look clean. "I have changed quite a bit since then." The question was for the better or worse? Dean scoffed and shuffled awkwardly. "Yeah well we all have."

Cas made a noise in the back of his throat. Dean was always too hard upon himself. "I don't think so. You are still the same where it counts." The angel said shaking his head. Dean shook his head in return, "Yeah I'm not too sure about that." Castiel refrained from rolling his eyes. Dean could never see himself as others did. He never saw himself as the great man that everyone else with eyes could see. Of course he still had issues but Cas now realizes that having issues is part of being human. It's the perfectly adjusted people who are worrisome.

However, Castiel couldn't say those things to Dean. Dean would just blow him off. So, in order to make Dean understand anything, Cas went to his automatic default. He related it back to Sam. "You still care more for other people's safety than your own and Sam is still the most important aspect of your life. That sounds very much like the Dean Winchester I first met."

Surprisingly instead of looking somewhat happy at that comment, the hunter looked a little angry. "Yeah well it's all I've ever known." Realization hit Cas in the back of the head. Dean was trying to say something without actually saying it. Dean has only known to save people and to protect Sam, but what had Cas always known. Well it was simple, throughout his existence and even his rebellion the one thing that always remained the same was fighting. Castiel was a soldier. It was all he had ever known and was the one thing he relied on when he turned his back on heaven. Maybe Dean wasn't just angry about Castiel's past actions but was really mad about Cas's refusal to fight. Maybe this coward of an angel was just reminder to Dean of all the mistakes that everyone had made. It was obvious that Dean didn't like this version of Cas and hell it wasn't like Cas liked himself anymore either. Cas blamed it on being a burden and useless but honestly the only reason he was either of those things was because he refused to change it. He could fight. He wanted to fight. He had promised Bobby that he would fight to protect the boys and he had never felt more like himself since he woke up in that damn psych ward.

Cas faced the human in his charge. He needed to tell Dean that he was going to fight. That this person he was right now wasn't really him. He was still the angel that defied all of heaven to save two humans. He was still going to go into battle against insurmountable odds because it was the right thing to do. He was still Cas. "Dean…"

Dean cut him off. "Yes I know. I get it. You can't help."

Cas ignored the hunter. "If you attack Dick and fail, you and Sam die heroically correct?"

"I don't know… I guess." Dean looked at him in surprise and confusion.

Cas knew he had to approach this cautiously. Dean wouldn't understand if he just flipped his position and said that he was willing to fight again. The hunter wouldn't trust Castiel. To be fair Cas wouldn't have trusted himself either. However Dean would understand if Cas spun the story a certain way, a way that Dean had also used in the past. "At best I die trying to fix my own mistake, or don't die, just to be brought back again. I see now that it is a punishment resurrection it gets worse every time." Castiel paused for a moment, it was a good line. Dean would see the appeal of fixing one's own mistake and by adding the truth about the resurrections it made it seem more believable than telling Dean that the angel would always follow the hunter.

"I'm sorry; we're talking about God crap right?" Cas wanted to sigh, leave it to Dean to completely pass over the important part. Ok, Cas would just have to try a different route.

"I'm not good luck Dean."

There was a pause where Dean's face went through a collection of emotions. Anger was of course the first default, confusion followed, a look Cas could decipher was next, and the last one seemed to be slightly pleading. "Sorry I rather have you cursed or not and anyway nut up. We're all cursed. Do I seem like good luck to you?" Cas couldn't help the smile that forced its way onto his face. He really tried not to smile but there was a bright flicker of hope inside of him.

Dean looked a little more surprised, "What?"

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I do that enough as it is, but do I detect a note of forgiveness?" Cas wanted to punch himself for sounding so hopeful.

Dean rolled his eyes and smirked. It was the best look Cas had seen in what seemed like forever and the small hope he had tripled in size. "Yeah well we're all probably going to die tomorrow so…" No, Dean wasn't going to die. Cas was going to make sure of that. He had the opening he needed. "Well I go with you and I'll do my best." There it was finally out in the open.

Cas watched as Dean's whole face softened, "Thanks."

Cas smiled even more and the weight on his chest lightened. "So can I ask…? The plan?"

"According to Crowley, Dick knows we're coming so we're going to announce ourselves big!" Dean's smile grew even bigger as he walked over to the blanket and ripped it off. Castiel's heart sped up just a little. It was the Impala. Dean's baby, still in perfect condition just waiting for them. Cas didn't know when the car had made such an impact on him but, it was the Impala. Dean was running his hands over the car's exterior. There was light to the hunter's green eyes that wasn't there earlier. Silence fell between them as Dean looked over the Impala and Cas just watched from a distance. Moments passed by, it could have been hours but Cas wasn't keeping track of the time. He coughed a little, "I can mojo us back to the cabin…"

Dean's face had a look of betrayal on it and Cas attempted not to laugh. "Na-uh it's been way too long since I got to drive my baby. We're doing this old school style."

The angel shrugged and tilted his head just slightly at the Winchester. "You do realize my wings are older than your baby right?"

Dean narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "Just shut up and get in the car chuckles." The hunter opened the driver side door and slid in with a sigh. Castiel flew into the passenger side for old time sake. Dean looked over at him with a raised eyebrow and Cas just smirked in return. Things were finally looking up.

The drive back to Rufus's cabin was nice. Dean went over the speed limit, blasted classic rock and sang along loudly. It was so normal; Cas thought for a second that he was dreaming. It had taken six hours to get back to the cabin and Cas wouldn't have traded those hours for anything. They didn't speak to each other, but Dean and Cas didn't really like to talk about their emotions. Those hours spent in the car felt as though something had mended between them. As they pulled up to the cabin and killed the engine, Sam walked out with a huge smile on his face. Cas had a strange feeling that the taller human had known it would work out like this. Judging from the look on Dean's face the other hunter thought the same thing as well.

Pretty soon they were all in the cabin surrounding the table. Blueprints to Sucrocorp's building were on the table and the laptop was on with video feed from the building as well.

"So, any idea how this is going down?" Sam asked scratching his head.

Dean clamp a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Well now that feathers has decided to grace us with his presence I think we should figure out a new plan."

Cas rolled his eyes. "Let me guess the last one consisted of you sneaking into the building and trying to stab all the Dicks in there." It was a foolish plan, but something Castiel wouldn't put pass Dean. Dean shrugged, "Well yeah something like that."

The angel turned to the younger human with a look of disappointment in his eyes and voice. "Sam."

"Hey don't look at me it was Dean's idea." Sam was literally pointing at Dean with an innocent look on his face. Cas didn't buy it. "Sam." More disapproval. Sam sighed and looked at the table, "Yeah I know I shouldn't have agreed." Cas nodded. While Dean was more of the type to shoot first ask later, Sam should have known that there was no way that plan could have worked. Cas shot a glare at Dean. That plan was suicide. "Hey it was the only thing anyone could come up with." Dean said defensively.

"Anyway with Cas joining we have a better chance." Sam said with a small smile at Cas. The angel didn't believe he deserved such a smile but nodded as well.

Dean turned a glare back towards Castiel, "About that, why didn't you tell us you could see Dick?"

Cas avoided wincing. He knew this would come up, he was just foolishly hoping that Dean would forget. He didn't want Dean to get angry at him when they just had some closure. Castiel sighed he might as well go with the truth. "You seemed sure that you didn't need my input on your plans."

"Still dude come on that's a pretty big deal." Dean said crossing his arms. Sam on the other hand was watching them with a careful look on his face. Cas went on the defensive. He seriously doubted that Dean knew how hard it was to talk to him when the hunter decided to be stubborn. "I'm sorry next time I'll just tell you to shut up and to listen to me, because that has worked so well in the past."

There was a few moments of silence while Cas and Dean glared at each other. Suddenly Sam just busted out laughing. The tall human was holding his stomach and laughing openly. Castiel tilted his head in confusion. Dean shuffled awkwardly and mumbled, "Shut up Sammy."

Sam gasped a little while laughing, "I'm sorry but he has a point." Oh, of course the younger Winchester would understand. Sam had been dealing with Dean's temperament all his life. Dean seemed to refuse to look Cas in the eyes as Sam's laughter died down. "Anyway besides killing Dick we should also try to find Kevin." Sam said straightening up.

"Right how should we do this?" Dean asked looking at the laptop as if it held all the answers to his questions.

Cas shrugged and as nonchalantly as he could say, "Well I could take the bone and track down Dick, while you two find Kevin." There wasn't even a hesitation before Dean shook his head. "Uh-huh not happening." The angel wanted to sigh. Of course the person he was trying not to get killed would be the one fighting him about his own safety. "Why not?" Cas said crossing his arms.

"You think I'm going to let you go and face Dick by yourself?" Dean said glaring at Castiel. Cas glared back. It was a standoff, which wasn't fair since Cas had a past of bending to Dean's will, while Dean remained resolute against Cas. Why couldn't the human see that the angel was just trying to protect him?

Sam's voice cut through the tension. "He does have the best chance against Dick." Castiel shot the younger Winchester a look of appreciation. Dean on the other hand scoffed and gestured towards Cas, "Yeah except that he is just a few pennies short of a dollar."

Cas tilted his head and looked at Dean, "I don't understand that reference."

"He's talking about your panic attacks." Sam said sighing. Cas had a light bulb moment and frowned. His panic attacks weren't coming as strong and they didn't happen when Dean was being civil. Standing up straight, Cas put on his "I'm an almighty angel" face and strong stance. "Oh… I should remind you Dean Winchester that even with my episodes I am still far more powerful than you."

Something flashed through Dean's eyes and he took a step towards Cas. They were within a foot of each other. Dean's voice was determined as he said, "But you're not as strong as Dick." As if that made any difference, Castiel already knew this. It was why he didn't want Dean to go against the bastard. What did it matter that Cas wasn't stronger, he still had the better chance. The tension in the room was building once again. Apparently Cas and Dean couldn't be in the same room together for more than a few hours without arguing about something.

Sam snapped his fingers at them, breaking their staring contest. The younger Winchester shot a knowing look at Dean and said, "Ok, ok how about this; I will look for Kevin and you two will go after Dick. Cas can use the back up and Dean won't let you go alone." Castiel shook his head. He didn't want Dean anywhere near that Leviathan. Dean likewise shook his head, "I don't like it. Sam will be alone."

Cas smirked as Sam rolled his eyes, "I'm a big boy Dean, and I can handle myself. Besides you're the one jumping in front of the death train not me." Dean glared at Sam and Sam looked at Cas. Castiel couldn't quite explain it but the look on the younger Winchester's face made him want to pat the human's head and give into whatever Sam said. The angel was actually convinced that Sam's eyes were getting wider and bigger. Castiel looked away from Sam and rubbed the back of his neck. It didn't help; he could practically feel the look on him. Sighing Cas let his shoulders slump, "Fine if it will make Dean happy. I'm fine with this plan." It was no wonder why Dean couldn't say no to his younger brother. This was not how Cas wanted this to go but it was probably going to be the best he could get. Sam looked at his brother and Dean just rubbed his face and nodded. Well at least they had somewhat of a plan.

After a few more hours of planning every detail the Winchesters went to get some sleep. While the boys slept, Cas went on the search for substance for them. Dean kept complaining that he was hungry and that it wasn't fair that they weren't going to get a food last meal. The angel knew that Dean was joking to try to not admit that it might be a last meal, but it was still something he could do for the boys. So after a few more hours Castiel had the makings of a good breakfast with no Leviathan poison. He made pancakes, ham, bacon, fresh fruit for Sam, there was natural syrup, and coffee. It was a pain to find all of this stuff but, Sam and Dean deserved it. The look on the boys' faces as they woke up was worth the trouble. Dean ate like a mad man and Sam just savored everything. Breakfast was quiet as was getting everything put into the Impala.

Dean slid into the driver's seat as Sam slid into the passenger's seat. It was one of those things that they had perfected over years of doing it. Everyone knew that Cas could just fly them there, but not even he had brought it up. It was like tradition to ride up to battle in the Impala. So Cas slid into the backseat, probably for the last time. Dean turned the key and they were off speeding down the road. Metallica was blasting from the speakers. Dean sang and sometimes Sam would join in just to make Dean smile a little. Cas watched them enjoying the ride.

Hours passed and they were almost at the building when Dean pulled over and got out. Sam followed as did Cas to the trunk of the car. The hunters strapped on weapons and borax packages. Castiel glanced in the trunk and felt his heard seize. He reached in the trunk and at the far back pulled out something very familiar to him.

The angel clutched the beaten up trench coat to him with wide eyes. He looked at Dean in disbelief, "You kept it." Dean looked away and became very interested in his machete. Sam who was standing behind his brother just smiled a little. Dean's voice was a little gruff, "Yeah well what did you expect to happen?"

It was a fair question so Castiel answered honestly, "Something along the lines of an anger session and a lighter." He wouldn't put it passed Dean; he has seen what happens when the hunter gets really mad. Sam started laughing again. Dean glared at his brother. Sam backed away with his hands in the air chuckling. The younger Winchester climbed back into the Impala, leaving Cas and Dean outside. Dean rolled his eyes and shut the trunk. He was still not looking at Cas. "I miss the days when you didn't know what humor was."

"I'm sorry I can try to be more dickish in the future." The angel replied sincerely. Dean shot him a small smile with a quick glance. "If we live through this you mean?"

Castiel shook his head, "I have no doubts that you and Sam will live through this day." He said with a small smile. Dean looked at him curiously before slightly frowning. Cas didn't like the calculating look in the hunter's eyes. He did not need to let Dean know that he was planning on sacrificing himself for the hunter's safety. So he just shrugged, "We only have to kill the leader of viscous monsters from purgatory that can kill everything."

That brought a small laugh out of Dean. "Immeasurable odds, certain death, catastrophic plans… yeah Team Free Will is back together again." Dean said grabbing onto Cas's shoulder with a smile. Cas smiled back.

Dean's grip tightened, "So here we go guys…. No turning back."

"Like there ever was a choice." Sam yelled jokingly out of the car. Cas went towards the car but Dean's hand stopped him. He turned towards the hunter who was looking at Castiel's hands. "Are you going to wear it?" Dean asked softly. Cas looked down at the trench coat in his hands with a small longing feeling. "I feel as though I should, as if I wouldn't be complete without it." The angel answered bringing the coat closer to him.

"One more time for the final battle?"

Cas smiled at the thought. He nodded, "Yes one last time." It was fitting for him to wear the coat this last time. The angel put his arms through the sleeves and pulled the coat on. Straightening the coat he looked over at Dean with a smile on his face. The hunter had a complicated look on his face that caused Cas's smile to slip.

"Hey Cas?" Dean's voice came out softly.

Cas glanced at the car where Sam was playing on his phone and lowered his voice as well, "Yes Dean."

"Look if I don't… I mean it's just Sammy…"

Castiel sighed a little, "Dean I won't let you die here today."

"Look I'm just saying if it should happen."

"Sam would never forgive me if I let you die. So in order not to anger the giant you call a brother I believe my best course of action is to insure you live." The angel said giving the hunter a hard look. He didn't even want Dean to really contemplate dying.

Dean gave him a small smile, "Thanks." With that Team Free Will settled into the car and drove towards the battleground.

All together getting into the building full of Leviathans was rather easy. They drove up, tires screeching and busted through the gate. It drew out some of the Leviathans and Sam threw what the Winchesters called borax bombs. Ok so they were water balloons filled with liquid borax, still borax bombs just sounded better according to Dean. Sam pelted the monster with the balloons, Dean chopped off the monsters heads, and then Castiel flew them into the building. Sam went to upload a virus that Charlie had made; it would wipe out the entire system and find Kevin. Dean and Cas went to find the real fake Dick Roman.

Castiel never really had to be sneaky before, but as Dean had pointed out they don't have enough time to fight off a horde of Leviathans. So, Dean and Cas were attempting to be inconspicuous while searching for Dick and hiding from other Leviathans. He didn't think they were doing that well. They were coming up on another hallway when Cas felt it. That disgusting, slimy, horrible feeling whenever Leviathans were near; except this one was much stronger and if possible more gross feeling. Castiel knew this feeling. He remembered it consuming him from the inside and forcing his body in doing things he didn't want it to do. He remembered it using his mouth to speak, hitting Bobby and Dean. Oh yes, he remembered this particular feeling. Dick. Cas threw out his hand to stop Dean from moving and peered down the hall. There was no one there but Cas knew they were closing in on Dick. He turned to Dean who was staring at him.

A small staring contest began, where they spoke without words. Well at least he hoped they were talking without actually talking, because he was trying to tell Dean that they were getting closer. For all he knew Dean might think Cas was just staring at him. That would be awkward. Still Dean nodded and the angel let out a breath. Dean seemed to have gotten the message. They crept down the hallway to a door leading to the stairway. Following the stairway they found a Dick sitting on the stairs. Dean looked at Cas but the angel was shaking his head. This was not the Dick they needed. Dean shrugged and took out his machete. A quick swing and the monster lost its head. Heading lower Cas stopped outside another door. The slimy feeling intensified and he nodded at Dean. Dean tightened his grip on his machete and took a deep breath.

Castiel grabbed the hunter and flew into the room. The element of surprise was always a good thing to have. They landed in what looked to be a laboratory where Dick was standing with his back to them and another Leviathan was at the table. Dean made quick work of the other Leviathan and Cas watched as another head fell from its body.

Dick turned around with a smirk. "A little abrupt but ok…. Castiel how nice to see you again. Thanks for the ride into paradise." The angel just glared. He would be so much happier once they ganked this cocky son of a bitch. Dick continued looking at Dean, "Good on you pulling this together."

"Oh you don't think this will work do you? You trust that demon?" Dean said taking a step forward and putting up his machete.

"You sure I'm even me, Dean?" Dick said confidently, as if anyone else could be that big of a dick.

"No, but he is. Yeah you didn't think of that did you? Cas here can tell exactly which water dwelling jack ass you are. You see in dealing with Crowley he will always find a way to bone you." Dean said with a smirk pulling out the bone. Castiel was pretty sure Dean was slightly enjoying himself. Dick on the other hand, his hold countenance changed from cocky to angry. Cas saw the monster's hand twitch. "This meeting is over." Dick took a step forward but Castiel was already moving between him and Dean. He felt the hand grab him and the force of hitting the wall on the other side.

By the time he had straightened up, Dick was pulling the bone out of him and breaking it in half. "Did you really think you could trump me?" Cas moved silently behind the monster. He looked at Dean and nodded.

Dean just smirked, "Honestly no but you just turned your back on an angel." Castiel grabbed Dick's head and yanked it back. He saw Dean take the real bone soaked in three bloods and shove it through Dick's neck. Dick started to pulsate and turn redder. Cas and Dean took a step away. The head Leviathan kept pulsating weird energy and Cas started to get a bad feeling about this. The door to the lab opened and Sam ran in with Kevin in tow. Behind them in a darker corner was Crowley. The King of Hell looked at Cas smirked and waved. The angel felt his heart sink. He had a good idea about what was going to happen next. He looked at Dean in panic wanting to tell him to run but it was no use. Dean was in a corner.

Cas had a window of opportunity. He could fly somewhere else and protect himself, or he could fly over to Dean and attempt to protect the human against what was about to happen. Well it wasn't really a choice at all. Cas had Dean in his arms with his wings wrapped around him within a second. It was good timing because as soon as he did that, Dick exploded. It was an odd sensation. Castiel felt him and Dean being sucked into this void and for a moment everything went black.

When Cas opened his eyes he knew two things right away one that they were not on earth, in heaven or hell and two that only left one last place. The wooded area where Cas had landed was cold and dark. This place was strange and had no sense of light to it. Standing up Cas looked around it was silent for now. Dean was only a few feet away still unconscious. The angel wanted to scream. How was this fair? He goes to protect Dean and they end up here of all places. He didn't see Sam anywhere so there was some comfort, but Dean was not going to be happy. Castiel walked over to the hunter. They had to move, this place was too open and Dean was the only human here.

"Wake up Dean."

Castiel saw green eyes flutter open and almost sighed in relief, "Good we need to get out of here."

Dean jumped up and looked around confused. "Where are we?" The human's voice was loud and gruff. A snap of a branch caught Cas's attention and he looked around again.

"You don't know?" Cas asked softly.

"Last thing I knew we just ganked Dick."

The angel almost sighed again. Dean could be slow at times. "And where would he go in death."

"Wait are you tell me…"

"Every soul here is a monster. This is where the come to prey on each other for all eternity."

Dean looked dumbstruck for a moment. "We're in purgatory. How do we get out?" The human asked sounding a little scared. Growls irrupted from the forest and Cas knew they were about to be up to their necks in monsters soon. "I fear that it is more likely that we will be ripped into shreds." Maybe it wasn't the best time to go for honesty, but Dean had a right to know the situation. The monsters were getting closer. There were only a dozen or so for right now, but soon there would be others. Dean wasn't in the best mind frame to be fighting right now. Cas took flight. It would be easier if he got rid of the monsters right now before they got to Dean.

Taking out his angel blade, Castiel made quick work of the weredingos. They had been closer than he had originally thought. He could clearly make out Dean's voice saying, "Cas?" The hunter was scared. Honest to father scared. It was the first time Cas had heard that tone from Dean. He quickly made his way to Dean. They had to come up with a plan and fast. After all the nightmares were just beginning.

A/N: Ta-dah! Ok so the fight scene was not my favorite thing to write since the episode really didn't give me too much to go off of. However I hope it wasn't too bad. So how did you like Dean? I know I made him out to be an ass earlier in the story, but I love Dean and want to show how much Cas means to him. Also I love Sam in this Chapter. He is just happy to watch the awkwardness which is Dean and Cas. Anyway review people! I need input! Reviews=Love