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7. Follow
"Move!" Dean yelled at Castiel. Trusting his friend, Castiel slipped to the left and stabbed a demon through the stomach with his angel blade. After watching the horrific black essence inside the person's body light up and implode, Castiel turned back to see that there had been a demon behind him and Dean had just stabbed it with the demon-killing knife. Castiel appreciated the sentiment, even though he was an angel (albeit weakened by his fall) and could not be killed by a demon unless they were high-ranking or possessed an angel blade.
They had been ambushed by these demons on the way back to Bobby's house and now Castiel was all but flying through their ranks, slashing and stabbing left and right. The demons fell like trees and though Castiel did feel sorry for their meat suits, he also knew that death would be preferable to demonic possession and that he could not allow any demons to get away if he could help it.
"Drop the blade!" a male yelled. Castiel whirled around, only to be met with a horrible sight. A blond, muscular demon had one arm across Dean's chest with his other hand gripping Dean's hair and forcing his head back. While Dean was struggling and kicking, he was clearly not strong enough to break free. The demon had also taken possession of the demon-killing knife and had positioned it at Dean's throat with the hand of the arm that was holding his chest. Castiel knew that if Dean was to die or suffer mortal injury then he couldn't help him; his powers had waned considerably since being cut off from Heaven.
"Don't you dare, Cas!" Dean spat. The hand in his hair tightened, eliciting a hiss from him, and the demon dug the point of the knife into Dean's throat, just under his chin.
"Drop the blade, angel!" the demon demanded. Castiel felt his numb fingers release his blade, which clattered to the ground. He could not – would not – allow anything to happen to Dean! And if that meant surrendering, so be it!
"Son of a bitch!" Dean groaned. "Kill him already, Cas!"
"One move and his insides will be decorating his outsides," the demon threatened, pressing the knife even further into Dean's throat and causing blood to start to trickle from the point where the knife had broken the skin.
Castiel saw red. One minute he was standing still in surrender and then he was lunging at the demon. Taken by surprise, the demon loosened its grip on Dean and Dean took the opportunity to punch the demon in the face and wriggle free of its hold, snatching his knife back as he did so. Castiel turned and snatched up his angel blade but the demon was already vacating its meat suit, which collapsed to the ground. Castiel and Dean stared at each other for a few moments.
"You dumbass, Cas!" Dean said. "Why the hell would you just give up like that? You should've taken him! He wouldn't have gotten away!"
"Nothing is more important to me than your safety, Dean," Castiel said firmly. "If I must let a demon escape so that you will live then I will."
Dean actually looked surprised that Castiel would sacrifice killing a demon for his well-being. Castiel felt a twinge of exasperation.
"I fell for you, Dean," he said. What a pity that Dean didn't understand the double meaning behind those words! "I would do anything for you. I would follow you anywhere. When will you understand that?"
Dean stared at him and then grinned.
"Yeah, thanks," he said awkwardly. "Now, c'mon. I'm starving after that fight. And I nearly died so I get two pies this time instead of one!"
Castiel just shook his head with a fond smile and followed Dean, as he knew he always would.