Author's Note:

50 chapters people! Longest fic I've ever written in one shot without breaking it up XD Let's celebrate, tell me what you want to see or your favourite part so far :D

Childhood Sweetheart World: Part 3

The power and strength of the second high priest was something to behold. Dean didn't know what to do but he let instinct guide his movement, if all he needed to do was be physical with the gigas then that's what he intended to do. Dean used momentum, he ran full tilt toward the thing's ankle, joints would always be a weaker point than just trying to slam it somewhere in the calf. He drew his weapon and immediately it formed into a metal knuckle-like shield over his hand, spikes protruding from it like something from a video game. Dean wound up, his legs used to the quaking below, his body angled to bring as much force as he could when he jumped and slammed into the gigas' ankle. His fist cracked through its outer layer, giant fissures running up its entire leg and some of the mountainous surfaces falling to the ground.

The gigas shrieked, a higher pitched sound piercing the air and almost making their ears bleed. The ground started to crack just like the monster, shaken and breaking under its weight as it stumbled and fell forward. It was a graceful, soundless fall, the enormous creature like the world's largest monument soared over the land below it as if it were meant to fly. But it the earth again, and when it did the ground around it caved and ruptured. The town was practically dislodged from its foundation and as all the carnage unfolded Castiel did what he could to get Sam and Jet to safety. But really, there were no safe places, nowhere to hide and nowhere to go.

Sam caught Castiel's hand as the ground opened right beneath his feet, the priest let out a strangled noise of terror for those few seconds that he free-fell. Sam grunted when Castiel's weight nearly pulled him down, but he could manage it. The world around them was falling apart and for those seconds that passed them, with Cas hanging above a deep and deadly chasm, none of them thought they'd make it out. Sam and Cas shared a look as the younger Winchester struggled to pull his friend up, "Jet help me!" Sam called but didn't get an immediate reply. "JET!" He demanded louder and looked around for the other member of their group but couldn't see him.

Castiel didn't wait much longer, his legs scrabbled forward and his hands grasped for another jutting piece of land to grab hold of. He hauled himself up, letting go of Sam's hand as he flung himself over the rest of the way, gasping and trying to get a grip on himself. "Fuck…" He breathed, sitting up and looking around for the lost one, "Jet?"

"Gimme a fucking second!" Jet shouted from above them, hanging off of a precipice, a giant pillar of rock had burst out of the ground, displaced when the gigas fell. He was a good 50 feet up, maybe 40 but they weren't really trying to calculate that.

"Just hold on, I'm coming." Cas called up to him and started to climb the side of the pillar.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Jet snapped again, his arms shaking and fingers feeling as stiff as the rock he held onto. His position wasn't particularly comfortable and was by far the worst feeling he'd had in the last few hours. He'd barely managed to catch hold of the rock jutting out of the ground in the split second it'd happened, but luckily for him he did, the chasm had opened up beneath his feet and would have swallowed him whole. Again, it wouldn't have been so bad if he were above solid ground, losing his grip and falling would hurt but at least it'd only be a few stories.

It was all about footing and balance, Castiel was strong, physically stronger than any other man aside from Dean. He could have pulled himself up sooner earlier but he didn't trust the situation, the ground was unstable and a single screw up would have both him and Sam plummeting into the pit below. He could also just knock the pillar down, but there were still too many other variables at play, the possibilities of the column falling into the gorge were too real.

Meanwhile Dean had run up the gigas' back while it was face down, recovering from its fall. He wound up again and smashed off different pieces of its outer shell, the armor it wore falling off and splintering like cheap wood. Dean could feel his veins pumping hard, his heart in his ears like thunder as the monster roared again. It screamed in pain while he basically took off its skin, reaching for the softer flesh underneath. Tearing the monster apart wasn't as hard as he'd imagined it'd be, but that wasn't where the problem was, the gigas reached back for him, trying desperately to get the tiny human off its back as if Dean were some termite or mosquito.

But that little bug was far stronger than the gigas could have planned for, Dean had reached the monster's neck and started to pound away at it. The outer layer was stronger there and Dean really had to hit hard. The ground wasn't just shaking because of the monster writhing on it anymore, each hit Dean brought down caused earthquakes of his own, tremors and fissures destroying the land around him. The town wouldn't recover, the people that had escaped would have to move or rebuild if they could, but he doubted it.

The gigas smacked down on the back of its neck where Dean had just broken through, he'd seen the giant shadow over head and knew that he'd have no time to dodge. Instead of defensive maneuvers he timed it, swinging up and punching the monster right in the hand. He felt the weight on his limbs, the force and the amount of pressure his body was under. Dean thought he'd be crushed, that those were the few brief seconds before his life ended in a bloody smear. But he was wrong, the monster's hand did come down all the way around him but it was literally around him. He'd broken a hole through its flesh and stood within the gigas' hand like a fucked splinter. He couldn't breathe, nothing about that position was comfortable and it made his heart race. The weapon on his hand shifted and burst out into a doubled edged sword, cutting through the gigas' flesh like nothing as Dean put as much strength behind his swings as he could. The monster reeled back like a wounded animal, swinging its hand around and slamming it into the ground frantically attempting to remove the priest from its palm.

All of the quakes that shook the area like it was Armageddon weren't helping the situation that Castiel and the others were in. Though Jet's grip wasn't the best he'd still managed to stay where he was, that didn't help when the pillar snapped apart though. Castiel had barely managed to reach him, a hand on the back of Jet's shirt when the stone he'd been clinging to cracked and broke off its original position. A loud and frightened yelp escaped both young men, Cas' out of fear for another's life and Jet's all for himself.

Sam watched from his spot on the ground, horrified and moving away from the open maw of the growing pit beside him. Castiel kicked off of the falling rocks, Jet's shirt still in hand and luckily Jet was still in it. They hurdled to the ground and hit it with a profound grunt from both of them. "Fuck, you guys get into such weird predicaments." Cas complained as he struggled to get to his feet, "You okay, Jet?"

"Fine, thanks." Jet groaned as he sat up, looking over at Sam's somewhat relieved expression. He gave a thumb's up and pulled himself to his feet. "Let's get the fuck out of here, that thing's going to make a new grand canyon out of this place."

The other two agreed without a word and they started to run, Cas kept an eye out for anything falling overhead but there wasn't much else he could do. Dean was doing a great job, it was just a colossal scale of destruction happening everywhere else.

Dean was dislodged on the fourth hand smash to the ground, he tumbled to the ground and lied there for several seconds. His eyes had to refocus and his lungs needed to be filled. The world was a big swirling mass of noise and tremors, he gasped for air and struggled to get back to his feet. The gigas was starting to try and stand again but the ankle that Dean had damaged snapped completely off, anything holding it together had broken apart and couldn't handle the weight being put on it. The monster fell again and this time it broke the earth's crust, cave-ins happening all over including where Dean and the monster were situated.

Castiel spun around when he heard it, the feeling and shockwave coming after. "DEAN!" He screamed before the force knocked him back like a useless rag doll.

Dean would have made a thousand references as he fell with the gigas but he was a little busy struggling to breathe in the gusts of wind that blew past him. It was getting hotter and hotter the further he fell, the gigas below him crashing into everything as it went, breaking through layers of earth until it finally slowed down. Crushed between denser layers of earth the monster thrashed around and flailed like any trapped beast might. Dean rolled midair and went for its head with his sword first. The momentum he carried with him would be more than enough to the damage he wanted and Dean knew that a headshot killed just about anything.

And while Dean knew he had the fight in the bag, hurdling straight for the gigas' face he couldn't help but scream at least one line. "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"

God did he feel awesome doing that.

His sword pierced the monster's skull like nothing and Dean blasted through the gigas in just the same way. Its insides burst into mush in Dean's wake, a gargled and mangled sound erupting from its ruined throat, the last one it ever made. Dean's descent slowed enough that he rolled again, angling so his feet were dragging along the sides of the narrowing chasm to completely stop himself. He could feel guts and blood oozing from every orifice of his clothes and dripping from his eyes, nose and even mouth.

Dean spat and sputtered, wiping at his eyes and trying to see again. He started climbing up around the gigas again, he needed a clear shot of the sky before he could do anything quicker. It was a long and somewhat agonizing trip, his limbs felt like Jell-o and his mind wanted to freak about what had just happened so badly. As soon as Dean saw a sky above him he formed his weapon into a grappling hook, not unlike one he may or may not have seen Batman use in a cartoon once or twice. He aimed it up and prayed it caught onto something solid. A few moments later he felt it go taught and tugged a few times. It was enough for him, Dean hit a button on the side and it started to reel him in. A slow and easy ascension back to the surface.

As soon as he reached the top a hand caught hold of his arm and he looked to see Sam's smiling face, relief, terror and so many other things still linger in his eyes. "Sammy, you're okay." Dean sighed and pulled his brother into a hug as soon as his feet were on solid ground. He glanced behind to see Castiel and Jet letting go of the grappling hook; it hadn't caught anything solid, just his family. "Thank you, guys." Dean breathed out the words and closed his eyes, Cas and Jet walked over and hugged their gory friend all the same.

"You smell awful." Sam muttered with a laugh and all Dean could do was laugh right along with him.

"So…" Jet stepped away and looked at the demolition site that stood where a town used to be, "What do we do? This place is a mess…"

"Nothing," Castiel shook his head and wiped some of the guts from his coat. "We did what we could for this world and though this town is in ruins the rest of the world is alright. All in all we did very well."

The others stared at the rubble, each cringing in their own way. "Uh… right Cas." Jet scratched the back of his head and looked at the priest with a half smirk, "What happened with the last gigas you fought?"

"I told you, I ran off."

"What happened to the world though?"

Castiel's expression darkened and he looked away, "It's gone. The Void has it now."

They fell silent for a few seconds but Dean wasn't about to let them stand there in uncomfortable silence, not after his epic win. "So note to selves, don't let the bad guys win." He grinned and leaned around to kiss Castiel's cheek. "Is there a magic way I can get cleaned up or something?"

"Go find broken pipe and stand in it." Cas chuckled and shoved him away, "We could all use a bit of a clean up though."

Sam ran his hands through his hair and dropped his arms tiredly, "I can't wait until we find another bed to sleep in…"

Cas snorted out a laugh and started toward the ruins, "Don't get your hopes up."