MISSIONS

Chapter 13- Gone to Hell

*Shifter!Dean's POV*

Before any of them could react, Cas tore the silver knife from Dean's hand and hurled it at the shapeshifter's chest. The disguised alpha stared at his son, seeing the dead gaze looking back at him with a proud expression. He'd done his job, and now he was dead for it.

Damn Michael! Damn angels! Damn hunters!

"Cas!" he angrily yelled. "You just killed our only source of information!"

Cas turned away and headed towards the car.

Dean gaped after him, rage and disbelief in his eyes. How could this so-called angel just start murdering in cold blood?! The whole world really had gone to Hell, then.

"No, don't you walk away from me!" the shifter screamed, startling Cas. He made a move and grabbed Castiel's arm, gripping it tightly. It felt good to finally let out some of his anger. He'd seen too much death today, heard too many cries for help, ignored too many screams. His people were being slaughtered, and he was stuck cozying up to the one who was doing it.

Cas regained his composure, straightening out his face as he turned to face the faux-hunter. "It had to be done. It was part of the mission," he said, pulling his arm back.

"Screw the damn mission!" Dean exploded. "Weren't you paying attention?! Michael doesn't just want to take out the vamps, not just the shifters, he's getting rid of every damn creature on this Godforsaken planet!"

"Do NOT take the name of The Lord in vain!" Cas admonished.

"And why the hell shouldn't I? He doesn't seem to be doing much to help everyone out. Why is he just sitting by and letting Michael and his brain-dead minions kill everyone and everything on Earth? Why is he scrapping it? Does he plan on starting anew?"

"He did it once before," Cas quietly reminded him.

"And if I'm not mistaken, He promised never to do it again."

"Well he wants to do it again! Can you blame him? I've been in this hell hole for months now and I haven't seen one thing but pain and suffering. People hurt other people for pleasure! Dean, just imagine it: no more monsters, no more crimes, or greed, or pain."

Dean was just tired, so tired. He was tired of the constant act, tired of putting up with droning teachers and dumb jocks and slutty chicks. But most of all, he was tired of the stupid plan. He was getting real sick real fast of hanging around the stupid angel. He knew he should apologize, get on Cas's better side, etc.

Not today, angel. The voices of his children were still ringing in his ears. He wanted to protect them, but they had all agreed to this mission before. If he got out alive, he could make new ones. If he could get Cas to trust him, then the angel wouldn't let Michael kill him. At least, that was the plan. Hopefully it stayed that way.

He didn't say anything else. He climbed in the driver seat and stared ahead as Cas got in the car. Dean felt a burning sense of possessiveness over the car. He didn't want the angel any where near it. Which was somewhat stupid, seeing as it wasn't even his.

He sighed to himself and started the car, driving off into the unpredictable night.