One would think that with a guy nagging at you for over a year, Dean thought to himself, that you would start to listen to him. One would be wrong.
Dean watched as Castiel stole away into the abandoned warehouse. He sat with his legs crossed on a pile of old pallets with the First Blade sitting on his lap. Nervously, Cas looked around before he pulled out his jar of blood. He didn't notice Dean.
"Just thinking about this makes me sick," Dean said.
Cas set the jar down on the shelf pushed away from the wall. "I thought you may come."
"It took a while to find this place, but I'm here now. I saw you praying, though. To God. I don't think your justification impressed Him much though."
The corners of Castiel's mouth set into a frown. "Who knows what my father thinks?"
"I can think of several preachers I've met who could tell you exactly what He thinks." Dean shook his head, rolling his eyes.
"Since when do you believe in God, Dean?"
"Who do you think brought me here, Cas?" Castiel blinked at him, not responding.
Dean looked down and twisted the First Blade. "So, did you really think that I came here to just talk to you? That I wouldn't be prepared to do anything I could to stop you?"
"I anticipated." Castiel reached within his coat and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Even from over there, Dean could see the pentagrams etched into the surface.
"Aww, Cas! Are those for me?" Dean batted his eyelashes.
"Yes. Is that for me?"
He looked down at his blade. The old bone looked so innocent for a blade so powerful. "Doesn't have to be. Last chance: don't do this, Cas."
But Castiel was determined. And when he was determined… Well, not even the prospect of death could stop him.
Dean, in a move faster than the angel's eyes could track, leaped off of the pallets. He lunged for the jar of blood, ready to smash it to the ground, so Castiel couldn't use the blood. Cas, though, moved just so he slammed into him, causing them to both crash to the ground. Dean was sprawled over him, and he moved the blade to Castiel's neck, warning the angel not to make a move.
"You know, I never quite imagined it this way," he said. Castiel blinked. Dean stabbed him in the shoulder and, kneeing him in the privates, he leapt to his feet and swiftly grabbed the jar of monster blood.
Castiel pulled the blade from his shoulder and let it clatter to the floor. He leaped up and spun Dean around and pressed him against the shelves. Before Dean could "accidentally" drop the jar, Cas pulled it from his hand and placed it on the top shelf.
"Cas, please," Dean begged weakly. It had no effect on Castiel. He slammed Dean's head into the shelf behind him, making his vision go red. He grabbed Dean's hands and cuffed him up.
"It's a means to an end, Dean."
"It's not." Dean felt weaker. Was this how all demons felt inside of devil's traps or these fucking handcuffs? Or was that just the pain of Castiel's betrayal hitting him again? It couldn't just be the head trauma he'd just suffered. "It's not," he repeated. Castiel was bleeding down his front. Dean looked at it, ducking his head. Castiel had bled when the Leviathans used him as their vessel. Blood had come out of his ears, his eyes, his nose…if Dean remembered it right. All that remained of him was his trenchcoat once they were done with him. Where had Cas turned up when he was resurrected from the river?
Dean looked into the the angel's eyes. "This is the beginning of a new era. One of blood, and pain, and disorder. There's no end, Cas. Only Darkness."
"I don't see it. And I'm not listening to a demon." Cas dragged him away and slammed him face down into the cement with all his might. And as an angel, Castiel had a lot of might.
Yep, there were definitely cracks in his skull. Dean fought to keep conscious as he rolled over onto his back. His vision was dim and blurry, but he was sure that that was a devil's trap on the ceiling.
Cas was chanting. Panic gripped Dean: "Cas!" he croaked as loudly as he could manage. He was fading fast. He imagined he heard Cas stop chanting. He forced himself to whisper, "Goodbye. I―I lo-ve...you."
Everything went black.
What? Me? Writing a cliffhanger? Well, I never!