I've posted this chapter a bit early, because I have nothing else to do with my life... -Sophia

Chapter 4: The Demon Within

Cas

"Dean, this is not you, this isn't you!" Cas said, backing away slowly, "You're not a demon anymore." That's right, Cas thought, he had saved Dean, Dean wasn't a demon, he couldn't be.

"Saving me was just a dream, it never happened. This is who I am, who I will always be." Dean's eyes flickered back to green, "Don't you recognize me Cas?" Dean smiled mockingly, his eyes changing back to that cold black. "Don't you?"

"This isn't real, this isn't real. I'm in the illusion chamber. You're not real." Cas said, trying to convince himself, more than that thing in front of him.

"Well you've got me there." Dean tilted his head, "I'm not real, but you see the thing is..." Dean moved forward with blinding speed, pushing Cas against a wall, and leaned towards him. "I can still hurt you." He grinned savoring, the way Cas flinched back from him.

"I will not scream." Cas said lowly, suddenly defiant.

"Oh you will, you definitely will." Dean smiled again, that cold cold smile, it's not Dean, it's not Dean, Cas thought, reminding himself.

"I will make you hurt." Dean threw Cas across the room, and laughed out loud. It's not Dean, it's not Dean! He would never do this! Or would he? Cas hated doubting Dean, but it was all he could think about as the the demon tortured him into darkness

Dean

"It is known to all angels from the time that they are created, they know what will happen when they are killed." Hannah said grimly.

"What? Where do they go?" Sam asked excitedly, Sam was always excited about learning new things, Dean thought, and normally Dean was too. But Dean was falling apart, he had an empty feeling inside him, that had only gotten worse. He had grown used to feeling Cas's grace inside him, and the grace had held him together, had sometimes been all that was holding him together.

Now there was nothing, no grace thrumming through his veins, and nothing holding him together, and the emptiness was painful, it reminded him that Cas was gone.

"They-they go-" For the first time since coming Hannah seemed unsure what to say, she was staring at Dean for some reason.

"Where do they go?" Dean asked hoarsely having a feeling that he would not like what she was going to say. "Where ever Cas is we'll get him out!" Dean hated the way she now looked at him with pity, he was not someone to be pitied.

"They go to Hell." Hannah said, and continued hurriedly, "There is a special place reserved for us, when we die, in a place called the illusion chamber." She looked at Dean, as if wondering what he was going to do next.

"Why?" Dean shouted, "Why is Cas in Hell? He doesn't deserve to be there! How can he be there?!" Dean ignored Sam's pitying look (he didn't need pity, dammit!), and stormed out of the bunker, walking then running forward, not caring where he was going.

He ran and ran, running on the highway, all his anger focused on running, on his burning pumping muscles, he hated this. He hated losing people, he hated hurting people, he hated this. So Dean ran and ran, noticing for the first time that he was running in darkness, running in the pitch black night.

After a while, he turned around, and started running back towards the darkness, muttering a few choice words when he realized how far he had come. Hannah could have left by now, annoyed by his sudden disappearance.

A car came speeding out of nowhere, headlights flashing brightly in the dark, Dean jumped to the side quickly, and shook his fist at the driver angrily.

Dean shook his head, and started running in the smoke the stupid car had left in its wake. He ran a few more meters, before realizing something smelled wrong, he sniffed the air, and recognized sulfur in the car's smoke, crap. The car was heading towards the bunker too, double crap! Dean took off running again, running as fast as he could to get to the bunker, for for all he knew, a horde of demons could be heading towards his home now.

He reached the bunker in good time, panting slightly from the strain of running, he was getting a bit of of shape. Dean ducked into the bushes when he saw around 20 men, going around the hill, in which the bunker was, not able to get in through the heavy steel doors luckily.

Dean fumbled in his pocket for his phone and called Sam, but there was no answer, so Dean left a message.

"Sam, there are around 20 demons outside the bunker, be prepared. I'll try and take down as many as I can." He hung up, knowing that Sam would kill him for being this reckless, but he couldn't help it. He needed something to distract him from the images of Cas being in Hell, being tortured as he had been, screaming for Dean to help me.

Dean took out his demon blade, and charged the nearest demon, reveling in the adrenaline of battle.