Dean couldn't sleep. He hasn't been able to for the past three nights. Ever since Sam casted Cas out he felt like he was missing a part of him. He absentmindedly rubbed his belly as he laid in bed. His eyes looked at his alarm clock. 12:03 am. If he was going to do this- it would have to be right now.
He got out of bed and put on his jacket. He crept out of his room lightly shutting the door behind him. He made it to the dark kitchen where the keys were. He picked them up gently to not let the metal clink against each other. He looked at them in his hand. Suddenly the light flipped on. He quickly spun around to see Crolwey. He made eye contact with Dean.
"And where do you think you're going?" Dean ignored him.
"Don't wait up," was all Dean muttered.
"I have a feeling I should,". Dean left him and the bunker. He got into baby and drove off. He didn't know where he was going to end up but he did know where he wanted to go.
It took him 20 minutes before finding a church. It was the first church he drove by, so it was good enough. It was an older building but still good to have sermons in. Dean parked out front and got out of his car. His mind was blank as he picked the lock. He entered the church. It was a hallway that led into several different rooms. The first thing he saw was a statue of the Virgin Mary. On either side of her were doors. He entered one and found himself in the largest room of the building. It was the chapel. Rows of benches lined the walls leading up to an ornate podium. He walked down the middle and to the first row of benches. He sat down. It was dead silent.
"Cas-tiel," he whispered.
"I haven't heard you call me that in years," the Angel appeared next to him, sitting in his suit and trench coat. Dean didn't look at him. He was quiet. Cas didn't move either. They sat next to each other in silence. A mouse squeaked as it crawled passed underneath them.
"Cas," Dean spoke first, but was interrupted by Castiel.
"Dean, I won't look for the nephilim," he tried to explain.
"Cas," Dean repeated.
"It will not be my target. It can live and grow by itself," Cas spoke quickly, "I promise you that,".
"Cas,".
"I just want to come and be... I want to help you Dean,".
"Cas," Dean rubbed his face.
"Just don't take in the nephilim and we can... I can help,". Dean finally looked at Castiel. Cas was looking back at him, his eyes tired.
"Even if the nephilim was your pup... your own child... you would still kill it?" Dean asked not caring about anything else. Cas looked at him. He didn't want to answer him.
"I would have to," Cas finally answered, "but that doesn't matter,". Dean stood up quickly. "Dean, wait-" Cas stood up after him, "if you don't search and take in the nephilim we could be tog-" Cas put his hand on his shoulder. Dean quickly turned around and slapped him away.
"Shut up," he could only manage to whisper, "just- shut. Up." He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "How can you want to bond with me but then think about killing my pup?"
"I never said I would kill your pup Dean,". Dean looked at him. His eyes became watery.
"You did. You just... did,".
"The nephilim isn't your pup, Dean," Cas sounded frustrated.
"Cas it- it..." Dean sighed, looking away. He shook his head as he pursed his lips, he smiled angrily. He turned back to face Cas, "it doesn't matter," he stepped up to Cas poking his finger into his chest. "But if you come near me or my pup- ever again- I will kill you. I never want to see you again,". Dean stared into Cas's' sad eyes.
"Dean, please," Cas grabbed his hand. Dean ripped his hand away. He turned away and walked out of the church, leaving his friend behind.
He got into the impala and slammed the door. He stared at his fists, gripping the steering wheel. He gritted his teeth. He started slamming his hands on the wheel, making it honk over and over. He cursed and screamed. He damned the Angel to hell and then some. He paused, breathing heavily. He started the vehicle and drove off at a high speed. He made it back to the bunker. The impala screeched and slid on the dirt. He got out and slammed the door.
He didn't care about waking up everyone else as he entered the bunker. He went straight to the kitchen and smashed the keys on the counter. He didn't even notice that Crowley was still there. Crowley watched the man go right to that cabinet. Dean pulled out a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels. Crowley moved quickly as Dean spun off the cap. Dean tried to pour the liquid down his throat but Crowley stuck his finger in the bottle neck as it was tipped upside down.
"Nope, nuha. Not letting you do that," Crowley struggled with Dean to put it down. The demon was the victor of the fight. The bottle hit the counter with a loud thud. Dean shot a nasty glare at the demon. He returned it with a smile. Dean let go of the glass bottle and grabbed Crowley's collar. He pulled him up and stared him down. He said nothing to him. He only stared. Crowley cleared his throat.
"Go ahead. Hit me. It won't make you feel any better," He warned. Dean snarled at the demon and dropped him. He went to his room, Crowley leisurely following him. He flung open the door, letting it slam against the frame. He angrily took off his jacket, throwing it to the floor. Then his flannel then his shirt. Crowley watched the strip show from the side lines. Dean glared at his bed. His shoulders were tense and his chest lifted up and down as he breathed. His eyes looked at his mirror. He stepped toward it, his eyes locked on to the red marking. He touched it. It was still tender. He put his hand on it and pressed down. The pain from the bite was dull but it was there. He let go and looked at it again. He looked just over his shoulder to see Crowley in the reflection. He turned his gaze away. He was quiet as he thought.
He turned around to the other man. His face was stern.
"Bond with me," he demanded, "and keep my pup safe from Cas,". Crowley smiled and walked in his room, shutting the door behind him.