Chapter 3: The Nuisance of Plans

Dean sighed loudly and slid down in his chair.

"You sure this is gonna work Sammy?"

"Quit complaining, Dean, and come help!" Sam was preparing a plan, saying that they weren't going to rush into this like normal. But Dean wanted to rush into this, he wanted to feel like he was doing something for Cas. He had to feel like he was doing something. It was crap not doing anything to help, even with when he had sold his soul for Sam, he had done something, he had helped, he hadn't planned it!

"Dean, come help and stop thinking of dangerous things you could to to help Cas, and come help me!" Dean growled under his breath, how did Sammy know? That little bitch was so damn annoying!

"So you going to let me in on your damn plan yet?" Dean asked, still grumbling under his breath.

"Well if you would just move your feet, and walk over here I'll show you!"

"No I think I'll just stay here."

"Dean! Just because you manage to save everyone by being reckless and risking your own life doesn't mean it'll always work!"

"I've managed so far." Dean muttered. To tell the truth all he wanted to do was make whatever damn deal he could to get Cas back, then squeeze the life out of him. He missed Cas, period. He missed the way Cas would look at him, searching his soul, he missed the way he tilted he head when he was confused, Hell he even missed the way he would not get Dean's references. Dean just wanted his angel back, was that too much to ask? Sam's face softened, as if guessing his thoughts.

"Look I'm not saying that we are not going to get Cas back, its just we need to get him back in a way so that there will be no horrible side effects." Sam said gently "Like someone being dragged to Hell." Sam's stare became pointed.

"Fine read the stupid plan to me." Dean sighed knowing he had no other option but to listen.

"So we summon Hannah, and beg her to help us, and I mean beg Dean. Then we send her out to search for info, while we go through all our contacts and call them until they are sick of it."

"And if it doesn't work?"

"Thats when we call Crowley..."

"Fine lets go with damn plan... But if I feel like the plan is going to Hell, I'm backing out." Dean grumbled childishly.

Sam grinned, knowing that Dean wouldn't back out. To be fair this was the sort of plan Dean would come up with and follow, it was a pretty good plan considering all the other plans they had followed through. Well if nothing worked, at least we've got a king of a plan, Dean thought wryly.

An hour later they had got everything into place, well not really, nothing really could stop an angry angel, Dean had learnt at least that much from Cas. Sam was summoning Hannah, even though he had pushed Dean to do it. Dean had refused venomously saying that he wasn't going to pray to an angel who wanted Cas to gank him, so Sam had reluctantly agreed.

"Um...I pray to Hannah, an angel of the lord." Sam started nervously, Dean smirked, not so easy when you're doing the praying is it? " We really need your help down here. We know that you hate us, but it has something to do with Cas, and we thought you should know and possibly um help?" Sam gulped nervously "Amen." He added in hastily. A flutter of wings was heard, and even to Dean that flutter sounded angry. Mirroring Sammy, he gulped too.

"Winchesters." Hannah appeared from behind them, and boy she looked pissed. Her hair was not in its normally orderly state, and her glare could start a fire. Dean involuntarily took a step backwards, bumping against the table. He was shaking, he realized.

"Why have you called me?" Hannah's voice was cold, Dean felt a shiver run up his spine, just like when he first met Castiel. Heaven's wrath was damn scary.

"Well, um-" Dean started, but Hannah interrupted

"Is it to do with the fact that you Dean turned demon and started slaughtering people, or to do with the fact that you got Castiel killed?" Her voice shook with anger, " He didn't deserve this, he died for you idiot! He should have been looking for a way to restore his grace, but instead you pulled him in for another idiotic search, you killed him, forced him to use up all his grace! AND NOW YOU DARE CALL ME HERE ASKING FOR HELP?!"

A sliver of her true voice slipped into that last part, and Dean's ears started to ache. But all she said was true, Cas didn't deserve to die like that, especially not for him.

"Look it wasn't-" Sam tried to defend him, but there was no point.

"Stop Sammy." Dean's voice was tired and defeated, "You know what Hannah? You're right! Cas didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve to die, and he sure as hell didn't deserve to do for me! Why do you think we even called you here, its not to help us its to help him! Anyway when this is all over, when Cas is alright and fucking breathing again, then I am going to make sure he has nothing to do with us ever again! Does that fucking satisfy you?" Dean couldn't help it, he knew that Cas would want nothing to do with him after this, after Cas died because of him.

"Dean-"

"Shut it Sammy." Dean ignored Sam's hurt look, and the puppy dog eyes that came with it.

"You would do this?" Hannah sounded hesitant, after Dean's outburst, but there was also a hint of respect in her eyes.

"Hell yes." There was no question about it.

"Then I will do everything in my power to help you." And with her words, Dean tried to ignore the ache of sadness, knowing that he wouldn't be able to spend more time with Cas once he was alive again. As long as he was alive though, Dean would be happy, or at least try to be.

Dammit Dean, why do you have to be such an idiot sometimes? Lol, so hey sorry I'm not updating as much as I used, school is keeping me busy! So I decided to make a promise to update every week before Friday, and if I don't I'll have to write two chapters! Hope you liked this chapter- Sophia