MISSIONS

Chapter 14- I Have My Orders

*Castiel's POV*

Castiel picked at the end of the belt that hung off his trench coat. He tried to talk a few times, but Dean turned the music up even louder. His mind was still reeling from their fight. He admitted it (to himself, at least): he had doubts, he had fears. He wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do anymore. Yet he'd still debated it with Dean, albeit his argument wasn't the strongest. Even though he saw that Dean was right, his words had hurt. It hurt him enough to turn off the music "Dean?" he asked softly.

There was a pause as Dean took a deep breath.

"What is it, Cas." It wasn't a question. It came out monotonous, forced.

"Aren't you afraid of me? That I'll end up following Michael's orders and hurting you?" He didn't want to say killing.

"The car needs gas," he mumbled, avoiding answering the question. Cas was careful not to show any emotions. It surprised him that it was hard to not let on what he was feeling.

Dean pulled into a gas station and both of them got out. Dean went to go pump gas into the car.

Cas sat on the hood of the car. He opened a map and tried to make himself busy, just to distract his mind.

"You're not going to find the sewage tunnels in a New York City bus map," Dean said, sneaking up behind him. "We aren't even in New York City." Cas looked up, but not at him. He saw the cash register man staring at them with white, murky eyes. Shapeshifter.

Another car pulled up and a female a few years older than his vessel stepped out. "Excuse me?" she asked the pair.

"What can I help you with, young lady?" Dean asked, seeming to take a big interest in the lady.

"Sorry, I was talking to him," she pointed at Cas. "Can you help me? I'm sure your friend wouldn't mind," she smiled.

"He's not my friend," Cas said quickly. He pushed himself off the hood of the car. "What did you need help with?" He didn't know why he was helping her. He didn't know the first thing about humans.

"I'm not really sure how to put gas in the car," she said shyly.

Dean laughed darkly. "Is that how you're flirting? Really? Wow, and I mean, with him?" His voice sounded pained, but his eyes looked excited.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you two together?" She didn't really sound sorry at all.

"You are very bad at being a slut," Dean said, crossing his arms over his chest.

The women was enraged. "God, if I had known you had a protective.. Whatever the hell he is, I wouldn't have even tried!" she yelled. She pulled out the pump from the machine and slammed it to the cement. Gasoline flowed out of the hose and she didn't stay around to clean it up. She hopped in her car and drove off.

Dean and Cas stood there in silence.

"What the hell, Cas?" he finally said. The pump stopped putting gas in the car and Dean went to unload it. "We are not-" Dean started, but Cas had already started walking away. The register man was leaving. Castiel watched as the man opened a cellar door in the back of the store and walk down a flight of stairs. Cas followed him slowly. Everything was enhanced to him: his trench coat dragging down the stairs, wood creaking under him, flies buzzing near the light.

"Castiel, it's been too long. We expected more of an army, but I suppose we will be enough to take you down for now," the register man said suddenly from the darkness lower down.

"I can take all of you by myself, and you know it" Cas said.

"And risk the lives of all these humans?" the man asked. Lights switched on, temporarily disorienting the angel. He saw that the room he was in was full of trembling humans, scared teens and adults alike, surrounded by shifters. He spotted the real Sam Winchester in one corner, being restrained by one.

Castiel took a few more steps. "What's a few lives compared to killing dozens of monsters?" It was true, he was outnumbered 12 to 1 including Sam and Dean. "And all I would need to do is to simply reveal my true form."

"Castiel!" Dean yelled from the top of the stairs. "You wouldn't do that!" he begged.

Cas looked up at him with a hard stare. He pulled out an angel blade and turned back to the shapeshifter. "I have my orders," he mumbled. He felt energized. He charged with a deadly blast to the heart.

The shape shifter charged and they collided. He tackled Cas to the floor.

Cas landed on top of wet ground. He didn't have time to question as to why.

Dean came up from behind and shot a silver bulled at the shifter. Cas pushed the body off. Why don't I have one of those? It was foolish to walk into battle with out weapons.

As if reading his mind, Dean gave him the gun. "I'm going to get these people out," he muttered and left. He gave him his only weapon and walked into the heart of the lair, defenseless.

"Oh, Dean," Cas sighed.

He ran after him, shooting anything that approached, taking down 4 shapeshifters before he caught sight of Dean. Someone was on top of Dean with a weapon. Cas fired the gun, getting the thing, a girl, in the stomach and extending a hand to Dean.

Dean ignored his hand and stood by himself. Castiel couldn't help but notice how Dean had twitched when he shot the girl.

"The bitch stabbed me," he grumbled.

"Ar-" Cas started.

"Come on. We don't have time to waste"

"Actually, you've wasted all of your time," a familiar female voice said. "That gasoline I spilled up there has probably already reached through here. All I have to do is light the flame." It was the woman who had been flirting with Cas earlier. Now, she was pulling Sam by the hair. In her other hand, she held a lighter, with her finger ready to set them all ablaze.