On the Head of a Pin Part 2

Dean was covered in blood. Alastair held him by the shirt collar and punched him repeatedly, then dropped him and picked him up by the throat and shoved him up against the hexacle, lifting his feet off the floor.

"You got a lot to learn, boy." Alastair said. "So I'll see you back in class bright and early Monday morning."

Alastair turned around. Castiel and Angela were behind him, Castiel holding Ruby's knife. Alastair dropped Dean and Angela ran over to him. Alastair focused on Castiel, who stabbed Alastair in the heart. The injury sparked gold light, but not as much as when it kills.

"Well, almost." Alastair said. "Looks like God is on my side today."

Castiel lifted a hand. The knife twisted itself. Alastair grunted in pain and pulled out the knife, then tossed it away and charged at Castiel. They fought. Alastair slammed Castiel against the wall, choking him.

"Well, like roaches, you celestials." Alastair said. "Now, I really wish I knew how to kill you. But all I can do is send you back to heaven."

Alastair chanted in Latin. Blue light appeared in Castiel's eyes and mouth. Alastair stopped abruptly, choking, and was slammed against the wall. Sam had arrived, one hand raised. Castiel slumped to the ground. Angela assessed how bad Dean's wounds were and then went to check on Castiel.

"Stupid pet tricks." Alastair said.

"Who's murdering the angels? How are they doing it?" Sam asked.

"You think I'm gonna tell you?"

"Yeah, I do." Sam smirked.

Sam twisted his hand. Alastair's eyes rolled white and he choked.

"How are the demons killing angels?" Sam asked.

"I don't know."

"Right." Sam scoffed.

"It's not us. We're not doing it."

"I don't believe you."

"Lilith is not behind this. She wouldn't kill seven angels." Alastair said. "Oh, she'd kill a hundred, a thousand."

Sam stopped.

"Oh, go ahead. Send me back, if you can."

"I'm stronger than that now. Now I can kill." Sam replied.

Angela looked at Sam, terrified. She swallowed thickly and smoothed Castiel's hair back.

Sam held out his hand. Gold light flared inside Alastair as he screamed. Alastair's host collapsed, dead.

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Dean was in bed, heavily bandaged with a breathing tube and an IV drip. Sam and Angela sat next to him. Castiel appeared at the doorway, paused, and continued down the hallway. Sam and Angela followed him out of the room.

"Sam—Castiel started.

"Get in there and heal him. Miracle. Now." Sam demanded.

"I can't." Castiel replied.

"You and Uriel put him in there—

"Cas, there's gotta be something you can do." Angela cut Sam off. "Please."

"Angie, I can't." Castiel said.

"-because you can't keep a simple devil's trap together." Sam said.

"I don't know what happened. That trap… it shouldn't have broken. I am sorry."

"This whole thing was pointless." Sam said. "You understand that? The demons aren't doing the hits. Something else is killing your soldiers."

"Perhaps Alastair was lying."

"You know he wasn't." Angela murmured.

Castiel looked at her and then at the ground. She sighed softly and followed Sam back to Dean. Castiel looked as though he had been slugged in the face.

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Dean was still in bed, though the breathing tube was gone. Angela was still with him. Castiel sat next to Angela.

"Are you all right?" Castiel asked Dean.

"No thanks to you." Dean mumbled.

"You need to be more careful." Castiel warned.

"You need to learn how to manage a damn devil's trap."

"That's not what I mean. Uriel is dead."

"Was it the demons?" Dean asked.

"It was disobedience. He was working against us."

"Is it true? Did I break the first seal? Did I start all this?" Dean asked.

"Yes." Castiel nodded. "When we discovered Lilith's plan for you, we laid siege to hell and we fought our way to get to you before you—

"Jump-started the apocalypse." Dean said.

"And we were too late."

"Why didn't you just leave me there, then?"

"Dean." Angela murmured.

"It's not the blame that falls on you, Dean, it's fate. The righteous man who begins it is the only one who can finish it. You have to stop it."

"Lucifer? The apocalypse? What does that mean?" Dean asked. "Hey! Don't you go disappearing on me, you son of a bitch. What does that mean!"

"I don't know." Castiel replied.

"Bull." Dean mumbled.

"I don't. dean, they don't tell me much. I know our fate rests with you and Angie."

"Well, then you guys are screwed. I can't do it, maybe Angie can, but I can't. Alastair was right. I'm not all here. I'm not, I'm not strong enough. Well, I guess I'm not the man either of our dads wanted me to be. Find someone else to help Angie. It's not me." Dean began to cry.

A/N: Sorry this is late! I had a soccer scrimmage and after I came home and ate I fell asleep and just woke up... So, here's tonight's chapter! Hope y'all enjoyed. And I completely agree, Angie has been holding it in for a really long time, so I've planned her 'explosion' (I guess that's what I'll call it?) for 4.21. So there will be a bit more waiting, but it'll be worth it I think.

Don't forget to review, review, review! Love y'all.

~Emily