Several months passed before Crowley and Castiel got a warning from Dean to stop what they were doing again.

They were taking a break from trying to torture the way into Purgatory from the Alphas. It wasn't working.

"This is a bloody waste of time!" Crowley complained.

"I'll say. The monsters only know of one way to get to Purgatory: death. And I'm sure that's gonna be a real help for you two."

"Squirrel. Hello."

"And what the hell are you two doing?"

Neither spoke.

Dean clicked his tongue. "You don't have to tell me. I mean, obviously I already know."

"So, there's two Dean's running around at the same time. How'd that happen?" Crowley asked.

"Well, you know, impending apocalypse...misguidance… I made some mistakes. Now I am eternal."

"Eternal?"

"Yeah. I tried to eat a bullet." Dean waved his hands down his body to emphasize how well that had worked. "I found the Colt and―" Dean mimicked shooting himself in the head. "Hell, I even stabbed myself in the chest with an angel blade."

"Why?" Castiel's voice cracked as he asked.

"Everyone I care about died: Bobby, Kevin, Charlie, Claire, Garth, Jody, Sam…" Dean was tearing up. "You," he choked out.

Crowley rolled his eyes. Castiel lurched forwards to comfort Dean but decided against it halfway. His breath was staggered as well.

Dean wet his lips. "Yeah, well… Times were tough. I had more than enough time to get over it."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, I was alone for thousands of years. Alone, alone. An empty earth I called my home." He looked at Cas: "No heaven." He looked at Crowley, who was looking slightly excited: "And no hell. No Purgatory, even!"

Crowley and Castiel looked at him confused, at each other, and then back at him. Castiel took another half-step forwards. "How did this happen?"

"It's just a downward spiral that starts here, Cas." Dean took a couple steps towards Castiel until they were inches apart from each other. He cupped Castiel's face: "Please, please stop what you're doing. I'm fucking serious, Cas. Don't let that future―my future―happen. We can find another way to deal with the war in heaven. Please, there's another way. Let's find it. Or just don't do anything at all. I know what you plan to do. Is it right? I've been down the path of slaughter, and it's not fun. It's hard to live with yourself afterwards. You won't want this. I don't want this for you."

Castiel's breath hitched. "Dean…"

"I'm begging you here. Please, Cas."

Dean thought about what he'd gone through, and judging by Castiel's growing despair, he figured that the angel was reading his mind. "Let's go…" he whispered. Castiel nodded.

"Whoa, whoa, wait. All it's gonna take is for Dean here to bat his eyelashes and you do whatever he says? You're so whipped," he said.

Castiel looked at Crowley, considering what he'd said. Dean pulled Cas's face back towards him. "Cas?"

Cas didn't know what to do or whom to listen to, so he disappeared.

"You've hurt his feelings," Crowley said.

Dean rolled his eyes at Crowley. "You bastard," he muttered. Then, louder, he continued, "You think that Cas is the only one who's gonna get screwed over here, just because he's the only one I'm warning? Bullshit! He's just the only one of you two that I care about. You should realize, though, what you guys are planning, it's not gonna end well. You're gonna get screwed over. We're not the only ones Cas is gonna betray." With that, he disappeared. Crowley shrugged.

The first two chapters were crap and I apologize but it gets better next chapter I promise