EPILOGUE
Dean looked up from the collection of diary clippings, face grim, sickened by what he had just read. "You're freaking kidding me? Right?!" he exclaimed staring into the smug face of the angel Zachariah.
"That's how you let your friends down, Dean. You killed them all. You and your self-righteous pig ignorance." He shrugged and slowly closed the book. "But… you could stop this whole thing, avert it, you could save your friends. You don't have to murder them." He whispered the last part, leaning against the table crossing his legs. Smiling he held out his hand, "Take the deal Dean, stop this before it happens," Dean glared at the outstretched hand, before he launched himself out of his chair, leant across the table, face inches from Zachariah's.
"Listen Asshat, I'm not going to say this again. I am not taking the deal, not now, not ever. So why don't you sprinkle some of your angel dust my way and send me home?" Zachariah looked uninterested, as Dean continued his tirade, moving only to raise one finger indicating that the young man should pause.
"I must say, I thought you had run out of insults for me, and that was... inadequate. Now listen to me, you infant: I'm not letting you return to your ill proportioned brother and that mopey angel of yours until you sign on the dotted line." His face fell into shadows as he said this, transforming the luxurious gilded room they sat in to a dark and menacing place. He waved a hand and Dean was suddenly restrained in an old torture rack, with a stained and dirty gag across his mouth.
"Now, I'm going to remove the gag, and there's just one teeny tiny word that I want to hear, understand, you Neanderthal?" Dean's face contorted in rage as the angel moved in close, expecting to hear the whispered "yes" that would have meant victory. Instead, Castiel appeared next to Dean, and growled at the self-satisfied angel, "He said no," before placing a hand on Dean's left shoulder, transporting him back to the motel room that Zachariah had kidnapped him from.
Castiel looked at Dean, and noticed his dishevelled appearance, "Where and what did he show you Dean?" he asked, fearing the answer. Dean stared at back at the once more innocent face of his best friend and answered slowly. "Honestly Cas, you do not wanna know" Collapsed back on his bed and drifted into troubled, Croat infested dreams.