Rise Above (a destiel fanfiction)

Chapter 1

For Castiel, getting into Hell was probably the easiest part of all. Hiding from demon guards, sneaking around Hellhounds, walking an unfamiliar path, and finding Dean Winchester were all difficult challenges that Cas encountered on the treacherous journey. Along with all of that one of the most difficult things to get through was the sounds of screaming souls. Pleas for help were constantly thrown at him from inside the darkness that hid behind the blood covered bars on the walls. But the most prominent plea could be heard from the very beginning. The sounds of Dean Winchester cursing himself.

When Castiel had turned the corner he had seen Dean in a ripped tee shirt stained with blood, sweat, and dirt, carving a soul. It was a very loud area that was filled with yells and blood-curdling screams from what used to be a person and Dean. Dean constantly going back and forth between yelling at himself for being so week and yelling at the thing in front of him for getting themselves there in the first place.

Cas walked over to the unstable man as carefully as he could. Aware that if he startled Dean in any way, Dean would probably end up yelling and the guards would drag Cas out of Hell. Sending him back to where he belongs without Dean.

Cas carefully approached Dean. The person in front of Dean that was wearing away slowly stopped yelling and screaming for a few seconds as he saw Cas walk up behind Dean. His eyes opened as wide as they could, looking at Castiel. Dean out of confusion began to turn, following the stare. When he saw Cas his arms and jaw tensed up and he immediately got into a defensive position.

"Its not done. Be back in a few hours." He growled.

"Relax Dean Winchester. I am not here to collect the soul. I'm here to collect you." He immediately turned grabbing the knife behind him and began to run at me.

"Dean! I am here to-" Cas was cut short by the knife in Dean's hand entering his body. Cas simply stared at Dean, and began to continue his sentence. "I am here to raise you from Hell."

Dean's eyes were wide as he stared at the knife piercing the angel's body. He then looked up at Cas. "What the hell are you?" he asked slowly backing away. "What do you mean 'raise me from Hell'? I am damned here for eternity. Ask anybody. I made a deal with the devil. There ain't no way anybody is dragging my ass out of Hell. If anybody isn't going to get out it is me. Don't even bother with me." Cas walked towards Dean grabbing his arm.

"We are leaving now." Dean just looked at Cas as though he was an idiot.

"Didn't you hear me?" Dean shook his arm,  throwing Cas' hand off, "I'm locked up tighter than an inmate in Alcatraz. I am not going anywhere."

"Didn't you hear me? We are leaving now." Cas grabbed Dean's arm again this time with more force. But Dean tried to shake him off, only making Cas grip on tighter. "I said now Winchester!" Cas jerked Dean's arm towards his body causing Dean to stumble.

"Even if I could leave, I have no reason to go. I belong here. I belong here more than anybody else."

"No you don't Dean Winchester. And that is why you are coming with me. Now lets go."

"Damn it! Don't you get it? I belong here! I dont deserve to go anywhere else. I hurt so many people on Earth! I don't deserve better! I am weak! I gave in to the pressure down here! I deserve to rot i-" Dean's banter was cut short by Castiel jerking his arm again, causing Dean to fall to the ground.

"I am an angel of the lord and you, Dean Winchester will do as I say. I don't care what you think. I am doing what I am told, as should you. Now get onto your feet, do whatever you need to do with that soul over there, and follow me."

Cas removed the knife from his chest, handing it to Dean. Dean then walked over to the soul, setting the knife down on the table and setting the soul free, telling it to go back to where it had been before.

He then turned following Cas as they made their way around the corner and into the dark hall, closing the door behind them.