::Dean/OPEN:: The Quicksands of Terra Firma

[castiel]

It had been too long and there was too much going on for that to be true. It was just a few days ago that he'd dragged the black-eyed whore away from their window; now he'd just had a very unfortunate meeting with Sam and his vampiric lady-friend, Katherine. The furious younger brother was headed after the obviously distraught woman which was quite understandable, but he had his own mission. He'd barely passed on the message to Sam, maybe just maybe he could get Dean to listen to him. The demonic hell-bitch was not only here, but gaining ground even as they dallied. He hadn't seen anything from Dean directly since he'd returned from Heaven this last time and had found him in Kansas, and the few whispers he heard about the elder Winchester's behaviours he had heard worried him deeply so that it intermingled with a deep anger. This wasn't right, none of it was right!

It had taken a very long time that had involved multiple phone-calls and many ridiculous meetings, but he finally was able to find them again with little trouble; it helped that he was the one that had engraved the symbols on their rib cages to hide them. Which he was glad for, he didn't intend to attempt to call Dean's phone only to have the Hunter hang up on him before he got what he needed for his location. Spreading the proverbial wings that he had, Castiel took to the winds faster then the human mind could comprehend, appearing to merely vanish out of the park in which he'd just arrived.

Champions.

Heroes.

Had these words lost the meanings that they'd had when Ongkanon had first created them?

Placed on this Earth by their respective gods to give regular humans, Innocents, a fighting chance against the Old Things, against the very faces of Evil itself. Created or molded to put others above themselves, often forced to walk alone in the end, brief meetings of ships in the night to keep their Hope, their Spirit from crumbling under the weight of the world. Lovers lost, Dreams shattered, Families torn asunder, entire Worlds obliterated from what they once were in the pursuit of what was Right and Just. Good triumphing over Evil at the end of the day, no matter how dire everything looked. He remembered his own weakness when they'd lost Sam to Lucifer originally, when the Morningstar had taken his rightful Vessel and went to meet his Brother on the Battlefield. For a time he'd been human as any of them, Fallen hard from his Grace, feeling it slowly leech away with each passing second. When they'd turned to him, Dean and Bobby, he'd been willing to roll over, get drunk and die. Vessel incinerated and his essence dispersed again throughout the Universe.

Yet they'd given him Courage, they'd given him Hope to Try. Sometimes it was all you could really do, try against all other odds no matter what the sensible part of your brain was telling you otherwise. He'd faced down a scene from his own personal Hell in that little graveyard in Lawrence when he'd thrown the flaming Holy Oil at Michael; he very distinctly remembered what it felt like for his Vessel's body to bloat and fill until the skin split like over-ripe fruits from the force of his organs pushing again it. But it was worth it. His sacrifice, he imagined, had given his Father just that little glimmer enough of Hope in his disobedient Son to form him again into his former Grace. Given him the power to go back and make sure the other's sacrifices weren't only in vain. He could do nothing for Jo and Ellen, who died in a fiery Glory of true Heroes; they'd been too long dead and it was cruel to tear them from their rightful place in Heaven. But Bobby and especially Dean weren't done; milestones on their paths had yet to be realized, they needed to finish their journeys before they were allowed their Rest.

These thoughts and how they differed from what was going on here held clamped in his mind, Castiel appeared in the middle of the motel room that he knew belonged to the brothers this week. Hunting paraphernalia spread across almost every flat service; remains of beers and take-out food were prevalent, one bed still unmade.

“Dean.”

The voice was filled with power as he called out for the Hunter, there was no arguing that this was important. His clothes were rumpled, hair wind-blown, his face set not stoic as it usually was, but there was a dark tinge to it. There was no arguing with the Angel right now, there was never any arguing with a righteously angry Angel at any time.



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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean walked over to the fridge to get himself an ice cold beer, he was taking it easy after a job he just worked with Sam. They were out all night taking care of a vampires nest, so right now that ice cold beer was the best thing in the world to Dean. Now all he needed was a nice hot bacon cheese burger with some French fries to go along with it, he just had to wait for Sam to get back. Sam was out taking care of some things that they needed, along with picking up some food. Which Dean couldn’t wait for he was starving, but what else was new there.

For now he would just kick back and wait for him to return which could take awhile, because other then what they had needed he was pretty sure he was going to check in with Katherine. Not that he had told Dean anything but he wasn’t dumb he knew his little brother like a book, it had been a while since he had seen his girl so Sam had been missing her. Plus Katherine for some reason worries about him so he tries to check in with her every so often, it was sweet really how much she cared for his bro. Which for him was good, With everything that had happened in the past with Sam he really needs a girl like Katherine in his life. Dean cant lie though there is still a part of him that still worried about whether he can truly trust her. But who can blame him really after everything that had happened with Ruby, She really did a number on Sam. Which is why Dean is still on the look out for the girl that fucked over his brother.

Dean walked over to the motel bed and decided to watch some T.V. till Sam got back. Plus he figured while he had some time he could watch whatever he wanted, so he begin to turn on Dr. Sexy Md. A show that he couldn’t help love even though Sam gave him hell for it. There was just something so awesome about Dr. Sexy to Dean, maybe in away he idolized wishing he could be like him. A smart yet sexy Doctor who gets all the girls, and he wears bitching cowboy boots while he does so. Which to Dean is awesome.

Then all the sudden as he was sitting there, the Angel Castiel had appeared out of no where. “What the hell man! I told you to stop doing that. One of these days you are going to give me a heart attack!” He said freaking out. But then he wondered after so long what had brought the angel there, he hoped nothing was wrong. Sam and Dean had enough going on right now, so they didn’t need more adding to that. “Cass why are you here is everything ok man?” He said the Angel.

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[castiel]

If his mood had been at all different, then watching the hunter balk at his sudden appearance would have made him smile, at least internally; but now there was not much that would bring a smile to his face now. There was very little chance of his giving Dean a heart attack with his appearances, even with his horrible diet of greasy food and beer his physical heart was stronger than that. Now to see if the spiritual part of his heart was just as strong, if his convictions were.

Blue eyes came up to meet green as Cas gathered his thoughts together, the frustration that had been building on the way over threatening to bubble over in an unconstructive manner. Instead he paused for just a second before confessing,

“No, everything is not okay. Are you aware that just a few hours ago I dragged the hell-whore from your window?” He didn’t care if Dean understood who he was talking about, he was almost positive that the hunter was at least that smart. His voice was clipped and angry, not the expressionlessness that it had had when he first arrived or just after his punishment to Heaven for getting too close to the humans. This was actual frustration in the angel’s voice, much closer to another time that the pair had been alone together only that time had been in a dark alley as he did his best to keep Dean from doing something stupid and also took his own anger and hurt out on Dean’s body in the most physical way that he could. The blood on his face had both broken his heart and had given him a deep feeling of gratification.

Behind him Cas could hear the television droning on and on behind him, the canned laughter and structured groans grating on every nerve that he wasn’t even sure that he had. There was a flick of his hand and the infernal machine was clicked off, leaving them both in silence. He was intent on giving the information that they were in danger first before giving into his own problems. When he dragged the man before him from the Pit, he’d been charged and later had charged himself with protecting him and in a more roundabout way, his brother. Angels were servitor beings, they served others before they served themselves always, that was how they were.




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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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As much that he hated the fact that he had not been around for him and Sam, he couldn’t help be happy to see Castiel here. Even though he has been pissed off at him for not being around much, he still is like Dean’s best friend. They have been through so much with one another, whether it was through good times or bad times Castiel was there. But lately he has been kind of absent, it made the hunter wonder what he had been up too. It had to be something with the war in heaven what else could it be, Dean just wishes that sometimes he would worry about Sam and Dean more then the up stairs. Heaven has done nothing really but screw them over more times then Dean could count.

But Dean knew how Cass felt about it, so he knew that it was a touchy subject to get on. But it still didn’t change the fact that he was upset for him not being around much. Lately so much as gone down to the point it would be nice to have him around more, but that always seems like way to much to ask. He wondered why the Angel was here anyway? What was going on? Did heaven having something else cooking up for them? Dean really hopes that’s not the case and he is just here to hang. Finely the Angel spoke telling Dean the reason that he was there, even though Dean didn’t really get what he was talking about? He was a bit lost by what he meant by whore. “Look Cas I have a girlfriend now so there no way that there was a girl leaving here, plus I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t be a whore anyway. So what are talking about?” the hunter asked with a lost like tone to his voice.

Then just like that the Angel had flicked off Dean’s TV, he guessed the Angel didn’t care much for what he had on. They then stood there in silence so quite you could hear a pin drop, or the sound of the alarm clock that was clicking on the night stand. “Cas is there a reason you turned off my TV, I was kind of watching that.” He said to the Angel looking annoyed. “So what bring you here and what was at my window again? ” Dean then though about it for a moment, going back to when he said hell-whore. “Wait are you talking about Ruby? You have seen her to then?” and wait you said that she was outside this freaking room!”


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[castiel]

The concerns of Dean's love life was not what the angel was here to discuss, but the fact that he thought that Cas meant an actual prostitute showed just how off guard he'd caught the hunter. Cas waited for the wheels in Dean's head to continue turning, he was sure that the taller man would get it eventually, he just needed to be patient, unfortunately right now the Virtue was far from the angel. Had he was using eye contact to get Dean to see what it was that he was trying to tell him, Cas would have closed his eyes and tried to find his center, maybe prayed for strength; though of late his prayers had been very quiet of late, he didn't want to pray for fear of those prayers falling again on deaf ears. He was still not sure of the state of his Father, Cas had been told that He just didn't care anymore, that he was leaving His world, this world and all His creations to fend for themselves.

He didn't want to believe that, he didn't, but in his heart of heart's hadn't it been what he'd been wondering for so long? Wasn't it the whole reason he'd gone on the quest to find his long absent Father? He'd long thought that it was one of the things that drew him to Dean, he saw parallels in him that the angel saw in himself whether he acknowledged it or not. Both devoted sons to near neglectful Fathers, who at least at one time had loved their children, but other things drew them away. Other things grew stronger then that Love... It had been the thing to draw him into the doctrine of their little apply named Team Freewill. At their cores weren't they all just babes lost in the woods? Bonding together to fight Destiny herself?

After what felt like a very long time, the dire situation that he'd brought before him finally dawned on the hunter. Cas gave him one long firm nod, glad that he'd finally caught on. He turned slightly at the waist and raised his hand, pointing towards the window just a short six feet away from the chair that Dean had just been sitting in, watching the television that the angel had just shut off.

“I dragged her from that window less than an hour ago.” he growled out, he'd rarely felt so angry before in his life. “She's out for your blood and to turn your brother back into her lap dog. Did you know that she had returned?” the tone wasn't quite accusatory, but it was far from happy. He wanted the demonic woman dead, permanently. He had a feeling that the hunter shared his feelings.



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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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It sounded like Castiel was still watching over them, which Dean couldn’t lie it made him happy Knowing that his Angel bud was still keeping an eye on him. It made him realized that he might want to ease off of him some, stop giving such a hard time while talking to him. Now he felt bad for the attitude he gave when he first showed up, feeling like such a dick. Because Castiel was in fact still trying to keep them safe, they just didn’t know it. Dean slow sat down on the motel bed calming himself a bit before talking again, there was just so much for him to take in here.

He then looked up at the Angel, pissed for the fact the black-eyed bitch was still hanging around. “Ruby was standing outside are window! Oh man that bitch has got some nerve coming around here, because when I get my hands on her she is as good as Dead!” He said in a pissed off like tone. But then took a deep breath calming himself again before talking to his buddy. “I’m sorry for being a dick man, I’m just going through a lot of stress Ruby being one of them. But it make me really happy knowing that despite everything going on in heaven, you are still looking out for Sam and me. We really could use you here” He stood up off the bed placing his hand on Castiel shoulder giving him a bit of a pat showing him respect. “Thanks man it really means a lot you looking out for us.” He said giving him a smile.

He then walked over to the hotel mini fridge pulling out two beers, One for Cas and one for him. He felt like doing what they use to do back in the good old days, share a beer with his favorite Angel and talk. Even though he could drink Dean under the table, getting the guy drunk was near impossible. He then walked back over handing him the beer. “Here you go man, have a cold one with me it will do you some good.” He then turned sitting back down on the motel bed, hoping Cas would do the same and chill. “So to answer your question, yes I knew she was back and out for my blood. She wants me dead because she Is pissed for putting her lord back in the box, and she thinks I’m the reason that Sam cant stand her. No Sam cant stand her because she is an evil bitch, who is the reason he went to hell in the first place. Man we have to do something to stop her it is not good her being around, got any ideas?” He asked the Angel.

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[castiel]

When Dean came up off of the bed and placed a hand on his shoulder, Cas turned his head toward the hand of the hunter and didn't say anything until Dean's small speech was finished. Thw words were kind on his ears, more then he'd been expecting; but it was the fact that he'd picked himself up off of the bed and walked to him. Closed the distance that had been between the angel and nearly anyone he'd come in contact with since he'd begun living among the humans. He could likely count on one hand the amount of times that someone had laid a hand on him that was not in violence, or really he on them. One of the only people had been Joanna Harvelle. Toward what they believed to be the true end of the world, she'd grabbed his arm and dragged him with her to the bar. Together the pair had consumed so much alcohol that the angel had even started to get a little buzzy. It seemed like a strange word, but he expected that his brother knew what he was doing when he'd created it. The vauge tingling sensation that Jimmy was quite familiar with was very akin to the buzzing of bees in the air.

“Your attitude towards me should not be a concern right now.” it was hard to tell what type of emotions that were hidden behind those words, it was rarely easy to tell what type of emotions angel's held, but with the usually somber if not expressionless look on his face feelings weren't something one would often think of. It was just in the nature of their creature, people rarely thought of them until they were needed or something had gone wrong. But the way that Dean was acting... how he'd left the angel's side and walked over to grab beers out of the small fridge that sat against the wall and handed one to him as if they were equals. The angel didn't know how to feel, how to respond, for a minute he looked at the beer as if he'd never seen one before, which quite the opposite was true. Thankfully he'd recovered himself before Dean had sat back on the bed and was facing him again. Grasping the cap in his palm, he twisted it carefully and heard the crisp crack as the seal was broken. Holding the cap with the saturated edge toward the bottle as he raised it to his lips, the cool liquid not helping to quell the fire deep in his soul, but it applied a sort of balm so that the angel could think a little clearer.

Why now? Why did the hunter chose to treat him like a person now, when he came borne on the wings of fury? Why was it that he'd been there during a time when Ruby was prevalent, that no one had bothered to let him know that she'd managed to crawl her way back out from the place beyond hell? They were so alright calling him when they needed help, but when something this damned important happened, no one had bothered to mention it.

“While she is a cancerous thorn in my side, there are things happening now that are much more important then that...thing.” he swallowed down yet another insult in an effort to not fan the flames of his own anger.



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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean could tell that something was on the angels mind, which had him worried. Most the time its never is about anything good when he acts like that. It could ether mean a few things really, it could mean that he is ether frustrated with Sam or Dean, or it could mean that heaven had something else planned for them. Which was never good at all, but it would make since to were Cas had been. Dealing with all the hell going on up stairs. But Dean was getting to far ahead of himself, the best thing he could do was shut up and see what his feathery friend had on his mind. “What is it Cas tell me, what is it that has you concerned. I can tell its something I have know you long enough man. So tell me what is eating at you?” Dean asked.

Dean could tell that Cas didn’t really know what to do with the beer he was offing him, which surprised him they had drank more then once together. Once being a the whore house, the other was when they all though the world was going to end. Cas couldn’t help but take shot after shot. So Why did he not want to now? Was he mad at Dean? But then again it could have been how he was acting at first? So he will take that he disserved it. “hey man you don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to.” He told him. But he went ahead drinking it anyway, which made him happy knowing that they were chilling like old times. Now if only he would tell Dean what was going on, talk to him and fill him in on the situation at hand,

He could tell that he was angry about something, he just didn’t know what. He told Dean that there where important things that were happing, that sounded like it could be worse then Ruby. Which did have him freaked out who could be worse then her? “Ok man I’m lost you have to give me some answers on what is going on here, so what is more important that at hand Cas? Tell me what is going on, I just want to help that’s all.” He asked the angel, hoping he would tell him.

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[castiel]

Still not bothering to sit at the end of the bed, Cas took antoher deep draught of the beer in his hand. This was exactly what he wanted, he was here and he had Dean's full attention in a way that he felt like he hadn't had since the last time the world was ending. Why was it suddenly so hard to say it? All of his concerns and fears were burning at the tip of his tongue, yet the heat seemed to melt his vessel's lips together.

Feeling more lost then he had in a very long time, Cas actually let his eyes fall closed for a second, a few strands of his bangs falling down across his forehead. Allowing a few tendrils of his Grace to unfurl like his wings from his presence, for one of the first times since he'd helped to save the world with most of his Grace forsaken from him, Castiel the Keeper of the Fourth Day, prayed to his Father for strength.

Father...Please give your child the strength to lead your Champions back onto their paths they travel. To help to support the burdens they bare in order to keep your creatures safe from those that would rend the flesh You've so lovingly created with Your own Hands. I pray to You as Your humble angel...

There wasn't a grand sceptical that one might expect when a scion touches their God, it was actually almost always a quiet feeling, but a strong one. While it was nothing large, Cas felt a small lick of warmth within his chest, almost as if someone had wrapped his battered heart in the folds of a child's baby blanket that had been made by loving hands. Feeling filled, Cas crossed the short distance, the one that had seemed a grand expanse just a moment ago, between Dean and himself and sat down at the end of the bed. Holding the beer loosely in his fingers as it dangled between his knees, blue eyes transfixed on the brown bottle as if it would answer his questions itself. As if it had the answers to the universe tucked inbetween each little melted piece of sand.

"Are you a Hero, Dean Winchester?"



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Dean wanted to do everything he could to help his friend, he didn’t want him to feel like he was the only one dealing with it all. It to much of a burden to carry on ones shoulders to deal with, even though Cas does a good Job at holding down the fort on his own. He really was on kick ass Angel, Dean would never pry to anyone else or would he trust another. He put all his Faith into Castiel and only Castiel, well except for Gabe but that was different. He was more of a drinking buddy and really most the time he didn’t even act like an Angel.

Dean then looked over at the clock trying to see what time it was, he was starting to get worried about Sam. He begin to wonder where was and what he was doing, mostly he hoped he was ok. But that probably was just Dean being paranoid as always, he couldn’t help it though Sam was his bother and he loved him. He couldn’t stand losing him again he would rather be dead then live without him. Hopefully he was just out having a good time with Katherine, nothing really to worry about.

He then noticed Castiel look as though he was prying, he wondered what for and if everything was ok. But then again he probably was just asking for strength. Shortly after he had asked Dean if he was a Hero, which kind of made him have to think for a moment. He guessed that he was in fact was one, he had done a lot in saving the world. But he never really had though about it that way, doing it to be a hero. He did it mostly because he felt like it was something he was destined to do, rule of the family saving people hunting things the family business. Its all Sam and him have ever known there whole lives.

But he guessed that might have meant that they did seem like heroes to some, which was a good feeling to have. “Yeah never really though about it but I guess I am a hero, What you think Cas? You think that I am in fact a hero?” He asked the Angel waiting for his honest answer, which he knew that he would give him.

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[castiel]

He didn't know.

That was the reasoning, he didn't know.

Even after all of the battles and the sacrifices up until this point, he had no idea what kind of responsibility lay on his shoulders. The truly righteous rarely admitted to it, but somewhere deep down inside most Heroes knew of their Destinies. It wasn't always just those who were granted the extra strength or skills to be able to handle themselves. There were humans, set on Earth to be able to carry her burdens until they broke. It wasn't a glamorous life, it wasn't a life that they often chose for themselves, but it was important and necessary.

They shall Suffer, so none others shall have to.

Torn completely with whether to laugh or rage, Cas just let out a dark chuckle as he took another sip of his beer. Maybe tonight would be a good night to get drunk. Find another liquor store and drain it dry. That might be nice, it had been a while since he'd had a bender and maybe it would just be better not to have to think for a while. Please let him not sit here and try to argue for the sake of modesty, please let Dean end up just listening to him. He was starting to see exactly why Jimmy Novak had turned to libations as his way of escaping problems, he could actually feel his vessel's liver pulsing with the over-use it had suffered at the hands of it's original host. Being angelic it didn't stay in Cas' system longer then he wanted it to, but that didn't mean he couldn't still feel the ulcer's poison wanting to leak into his system.

“You were First Chosen of the line of Michael. Of course you're a Hero.” he answered, draining the rest of the bottle in one long swallow. It didn't matter that he was furious at the Archangel or how the man was generally a very disagreeable man, Michael had been created to be a Hero, one of the first. The way he kept saying 'Hero' it held more weight then when it was used in reference to firemen or police officers who risked their lives daily. There was a weight and a Destiny about the word. Because it was synonymous with Champion. “The question really becomes do you know what a Hero is, what they do? It's more then just fighting, Dean.” That was the easy part, believe it or not, the breaking of bones, the loss of comrades and yes even dying were the easiest parts of being a Champion.

Cas was giving Dean a chance, this was important. He'd seen Champions stumbling off of their paths lately, many of them forgetting why they were fighting. Theirs was a penance for the rest of the World. But if Dean had gone off his path in this then Cas was going to have to try to force him back onto it. Dean likely wouldn't like him for it and that broke his heart in ways that he couldn't begin to explain. He'd already likely made Sam quite upset with him and he could feel just every time Katerina Patrova cursed his name to the Heavens, feel it rather like a blade sinking into his body. But it had to be done, for the sake of the World it needed to be done. He couldn't trouble Orion with such things, parts of this weren't his own domain and Gabriel in situations of keeping things going the way they needed to be going, his older brother was all but useless, let him keep to his tricks and masks.

“This is all more then just shooting rock salt into ghosts or exorcizing demons.” Cas continued, then muttered to himself almost too softly for Dean to hear despite sitting right beside him, “So much more...”




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Dean guess that Castiel was right Dean was a hero, he had done and sacrificed a lot for people to keep the world safe. It was a long hard job that came with lot of pain and friends lost along the way. But in the end it was worth knowing all the lives he had kept living, it was a feeling that not everyone gets to feel. Knowing that you are the reason the world is still here, you are the reason that children get to play in the park, you are the reason that family have holidays, you are the reason that things keep going on at all. It really is rewarding all in the end, great feeling knowing you change the world.

Which is why Dean does this job its who he is, he has already felt the feeling of what it could be to live a normal life. It was when the Jinn had taken Dean captive and showed him a normal life, which in away could have been great seeing that he had everything. A girl that loved him, his Mom, Sam with Jess living the life they always wanted. It really was the life they all should have had. But the down fall to that life was every person that Dean ever saved or helped was dead, never to have been helped by Sam and Dean. To him that wasn’t worth it knowing all those lives were dead, he would rather have this life now if it means all those people are alive. Plus Sam and Dean weren’t really that close in that life, he really didn’t like that either.

So he thinks its safe to that this life isn’t too bad, it could be worse a lot worse. “Yeah man you know I think I do know what it means to be a hero, took me a while to fully get it but I do now. I know that its much more then fighting, its about doing what’s right, looking to others before yourself. I get that Cass I really do, but I owe it to you man, you are another who really pushed me to see that. Thanks man” He said to the angel with a smile. He was right it was much more then just shooting ghosts with rock salt, there was so much more to the job. Dean sees that now more then ever. “Yeah you are right man there is so much more, I know sometimes I may not always show that I know that but I do. I think sometimes my life just stress me about a bit too, I cant help it my temper gets the best of me. But that’s why I have you to keep me in line right.” He said to the Angel with a quick laugh. That night was the best night Dean had in a while, the Angel and him stayed up almost till the sun came up drinking. But Sam never came home… Which had Dean worried, he knew that he needed to do something to help his brother before it was to late.

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