Third Person POV

Dean needed to do something. And fast. If the seals were breaking why weren't the angels stopping it? Dean walked out into Bobby's salvage yard and started praying for Elsa. He hoped that she would just pop up and everything would be alright. She could kick those angels asses in gear. He waited and waited but nothing happened. Dean sighed in frustration and looked up at the sky. All of his remaining hope was starting to disappear. Dean closed his eyes and tried his plan B. Cas. It's me. I really need your help with something. Dean stood there in silence but Cas didn't show up. Dean grunted in anger and turn around to punch one of Bobby's old junk cars. Dean cursed to himself as he heard a sickening snap in his hand. Son of a bitch! He then started to scream at the top of his lung, desperate for a reply. "Cas! You better get down here you son of a bitch! You can't just abandon us!" Dean spud words of hate for at least two hours before he decided to give up. Dean hung his head and turned around when he heard the familiar sound of angel wings. Dean immediately whipped his head around, hoping to see his blonde haired angel but sighed when he realized a familiar trench coat.

Dean scoffed at Castiels presence."Well, it's about time. I've been screaming myself hoarse out here for about two and a half hours now."

Castiel stared at Dean with cold eyes. "What do you want?"

Dean was getting sick of Castiel's manner towards himself and his brother. "You can start with what the hell happened in Illinois."

Castiel swinted his eyes and looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Cut the crap. You were gonna tell me something."

Cas immediately turned away from Dean ."Well, nothing of import."

Dean didn't believe him for one second. "You got ass-reamed in heaven but it was not of import?"

Cas looked visibly guilty. Like there was something he wasn't telling Dean. "Dean, I can't. I'm sorry."

Dean looked at Cas and asked the question that he dreaded to ask. "What about Elsa? Is she ok?"

Castiel looked away from Dean and sighed. "Why do you care? She is not your responsibility."

Dean was getting pissed. Cas was not telling him anything. "Your wrong Cas, she is my responsibility. The minute she agreed to help us stop the seals she became my responsabilty so don't think even for one second that I don't care because she is like family.

Castiel stiffened at the word family. He wasn't planning on telling Dean this but something inside of him made him say it. "She is in heaven with Michael. Being reformed."

Dean swallowed and panic started to rise in his chest. "Ok…What the hell does mean?"

Castiel opened his mouth again but then closed it. He decided not to tell Dean anymore and changed the subject. "Get to the reason why you called me here."

Dean was taken back by Castiel's abrupt change in subject. He needed to know what happened to Elsa. It was eating him alive . "But Cas…"

Cas was becoming impatient. He did not want to discuss the angel that was now being torchued. "Get to the reason you really called me. It's about Sam, right?

Dean changed the subject only because he knew he was getting nowhere with Cas. "Can he do it? Kill Lilith, stop the apocalypse?"

"Possibly, yes. But as you know, he'd have to take certain steps."

"Crank up the hell-blood regimen."

"Consuming the amount of blood it would take to kill Lilith would change your brother forever. Most likely, he would become the next creature that you would feel compelled to kill. There's no reason this would have to come to pass, Dean. We believe it's you, Dean, not your brother. The only question for us is whether you're willing to accept it. Stand up and accept your role. You are the one who will stop it."

Dean though about this for a moment. "If I do this, Sammy doesn't have to?"

"If it gives you comfort to see it that way."

Dean scoffed at Castiel's response. "God, you're a dick these days."

Dean walked a few steps away and sighed. Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to trust the angels? He knew that if he did this then Sammy woundn't have to. And that was enough reason for him.

"Fine, I'm in."

Castiel begin to speak the promise immedlty after Dean had finished. "You give yourself over wholly to the service of God and his angels?"

"Yeah, exactly."

Castiel was becoming impatient. "Say it."

Dean sighed and recited what Castiel had said. "I give myself over wholly to serve God and you guys."

"You swear to follow his will and his word as swiftly and obediently as you did your own father's?"

"Yes, I swear. Now what?"

Castiel started to walk away from Dean. "Now you wait, and we call on you when it's time."

As Dean walked back into the house he could immendilty hear Sam's cry's for help. "Help! Dean! Please! Help me!"

Dean cringed and moved over towards Bobby who was livid. Little did Dean know that Bobby was watching the whole altercation. Bobby angry stomped towards Dean and threw his hands in the air. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you willingly signed up to be the angels' bitch?"

Dean gave him a traditional bitch face which Bobby just ignored. "I'm sorry. You prefer 'sucker'? After everything you said about them, now you trust them?"

Dean rolled his eyes and scoffed. Like he would trust those dicks. "Come on, give me a little credit, Bobby. I've never trusted them less. I mean, they come on like shady politicians from planet Vulcan."

Then why would Dean agree to that? Bobby thought. Bobby tried to figure out Dean's plan. "Then why in the hell did you—."

Dean was become restless with Bobby's twenty questions and spoke louder then he meant to. "Because what other option do I have? It's either trust the angels or let Sammy trust a demon?

Bobby sighed and placed his hands over his face. Dean did have a point. What other option did they have? "I see your point."

Dean looked down at his empty glass of whiskey and sighed. He moved over into the kitchen but something made him stop in his tracks. It was silent. Dean turned towards Bobby and said "You hear that?"

Bobby listened and his face fell. "Yeah, that's a little too much nothing."

Dean and Bobby hurried to the basement and open the window in the door. Dean's heart almost stopped when he saw Sam is on the floor of the panic room, having a seizure.

Dean looked over at Bobby worriedly. "What if he's faking?"

Bobby returned Dean's worried glare and looked at Sam. "You really think he would?"

"I think he'd do anything."

Suddenly Sam was slammed against the wall by an invisible force.

Bobby was already trying to open the door when Dean realized what was happening. "That ain't faking."

They threw open the door and charged in to get Sam down and pin him to the cot.

Bobby was holding Sam down with one arm while Dean took the other. Dean hated to see his brother like this. So weak and defenseless. It broke his heart. Dean was interrupted when he heard the faint sound of Bobby in the distance. Dean looked up and saw Bobby yelling at Dean. "We're gonna have to tie him down for his own safety. Dean? You with me? Dean! Before he has another fit."

Dean snapped back into reality and did his job. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just get it over with."

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Dean walked up the stairs and sighed. Then he moved over to the nearby sofa and put his head in his head. This is a mess.