Hooray! I'm on a writing streak!

It may take me a couple of chapters to actually get into the full swing of the plot but I'll see if I can make the next one action packed

I experimented with narratives in this one, I wanted to establish the characters and relationships before I proceed with the story

Again, I own nothing but my brain xD

This chapter is dedicated to my first and so far only reviewer, bani86 :D

Enjoy ^.^

Dean cursed at the now empty road. He yelled to Sam to get his ass up there and slammed his baby's door shut after him. He revved the engine angrily, waiting for Sam. Then they drove to go and dig up Abbadon. Speaking in short sentences to explain that Cas wasn't returning. Sam kept quiet, hoping that it wasn't true. Surely Cas would come back, he'd give it a day or two to cool off but he always came back eventually.
Besides, they were almost done with the third trial, by this time tomorrow, it would be over and the gates of Hell would be closed forever. Then they could help Cas with his angel trials and when that was fixed, things would be good and he and Dean could get on with their lives. He could find someone and settle down and maybe Dean could too, although knowing Dean, he'd carry on hunting. After all, ghosts and werewolves didn't come from Hell.

Dean drove through the nearby town and onto the highway in sullen silence, stewing over his argument with Cas. He didn't want to lock all the angels away, despite the fact that they were all dicks. Cas was different. He had helped them, given him something to believe in and they had held each other up when the going was tough. He couldn't lose his friend again after leaving him to rot in Purgatory.
Even though Cas had wanted to stay for penance or whatever, Dean couldn't help but blame himself for not fighting harder to pull Cas through, whether the child in a trenchcoat had wanted to come or not.

He had always been the protector. The big brother to Sammy, the one that could always be relied on to be there with a gun or a supporting shoulder. With Cas around, he felt that pressure ease slightly. Cas was an extra pair of eyes to watch out for Sam, someone he himself could unload to when he was worried or stressed. A friend that he didn't think he could do without, knowing now how much he needed one. He didn't want Cas to leave him alone with the responsibilities of being an older brother. Maybe it was small and selfish of him but he wanted Cas to stay.

He parked up on the side of the road and he and Sam made their way to the spot where Abbadon's head was buried. They had spread out the grave sites along the highway, keeping each body parts far enough away for it to be impossible to drag itself back together but within a distance that would make it easy to retrieve all parts if needed. Which it was.

Dean lost himself in the manual work of digging, the bitching of his muscles was easier to ignore than the idea that he might have just lost his best friend. Sam let him work in silence, he knew better than to ask Dean to share his feelings. The only one that Dean even attempted to open up to since Bobby died was Cas. If he didn't come back (Sam still believed he would) then this would hit him hard. But Sam never knew how to help his brother. He wouldn't let Sam in, wouldn't talk about it. Dean often knew exactly what to say to make him feel better, but in reality, Sam barely knew his brother at all. Mostly, all they did was argue.

Castiel had materialised on a bench near Eugenie's. He watched the people walk by, blissfully unaware of the creatures that stalked among them, ignorant to the battle between angels and demons, and unknowing that the placid looking man in a trenchcoat was waiting for a certain waitress to leave so he could carve her heart out on her way home.

The sun was slowly starting to sink on the horizon; turning the clouds orange that made it look as if the sky were ablaze. Castiel sighed contentedly. He loved Earth. It was so much more real than heaven. More beautiful and complex. Like the people. He thought back to Dean and frowned, the moment sullied. He had grown weary of his friend's often misdirected anger. Dean always made him feel like he wasn't good enough, like he had to prove himself. He always felt like he owed Dean for something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Nevertheless, he was done with the Winchesters. He couldn't go back now. Dean had made him so … furious, and that was rare for him. He had to finish the angel trials and maybe then he would get a chance to say goodbye. Even if he didn't, they wouldn't miss him. They'd be fine without him. They always were. He tried not to think of how monotonous and boring Heaven would seem after his days with the Winchesters. They always had a new adventure, were always getting into trouble, always needed his assistance

When I am locked in Heaven, I won't be able to give it to them he thought They will have to get used to coping without me.

Castiel then thought of the trial he was about to do. The murder of an innocent and wondered what Dean would say about that

'Don't you dare, Cas' he would warn, eyes hard and unforgiving 'you can't just kill innocent people. That goes against everything we've been fighting for since day one'.

But what choice did he have? The trials were set in stone, he would have to complete them in order to finish his mission.

'Screw the mission' Dean's voice said 'Find another way'

But there was no other way

'Find another way you glorified pixie' Dean's voice insisted 'That's what we always do.'

Castiel looked down at the pavement, the sky was darkening, the waitress would be finished soon. He thought over imaginary Dean's words, maybe he could use the Winchesters' help after all. But then he remembered that he was supposed to be mad at Dean, and therefore his advice was unwanted and irrelevant. He had no other option. Metatron's orders had been clear. And a good soldier followed his orders.

Okay ... so what do you think?

Please let me know opinions and whatnot, feedback is always helpful ^.^

I tried to get across the fact that Dean is usually Castiel's 'humanizer', he's the one that makes Cas question and rebel which I love about their relationship.

I'll try to update soon

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Love Tibbins xx