Moving On (Destiel)

60: It always had to end this way

A/N: last chapter fellas, here you gooo

Also: TW: As often, drugs, and physical abuse (don't know when it is extreme graphic; just know when it gets too much, just skip it to "Cas' and Dean's eyes met" then you shall be fine)

"He'll hang around a while", his ass. No way he was gonna let himself do that and Cas get himself into trouble. One look to the car confirmed what he was suspecting: No actual damage, just a desperate teenager trying to sabotage something with a screwdriver, or – more likely – a shovel.

But to be confronted with Azazel himself made him seriously considering to get rid of the boy himself. It would be more painless for him. What the hell had Cas managed to accidently set on fire that the big boss bothered himself?

He knew, of course, that Cas was here at this very minute. His hiding place wasn't very original.

Dumb, dumb, dumb.

Or, actually, smart. It was good that Cas had found it intelligent to hide on his own – this way Dean avoided to talk and sent him to a hiding place. But it also meant Dean couldn't send him away wholly. He just had to hope nobody would notice.

It was close, once. Cas stirred and from there on, Azazel and the rest weren't as carefree as before – if they ever had been. For his part, he did not. This was one of the most difficult situations he had faced so far.

He was so, so, fucked. And one wrong move and he was... it would all be over.

"He's only here for Castiel Novak's sake, after all. He loved him so much that he'd protect him to any prize. Even giving up his job, risking everything with it, and then mustering the audacity to come in front of my eyes, so Novak wouldn't have to."

Dean huffed out a sigh. Damn right he was.

Azazel then explained how the note had been for Dean all along. Of frickin' course. That's what he had been thinking, anyway. Except that they couldn't have known, not for sure, for which they had to have a back-up plan – one that would get back right at Dean, by using Cas for... something. Dean swallowed by even the thought of what those people in front of him were capable of, and what they might have done to Castiel, if it weren't for him here right now.

He hated them so much.

They went on like that, as suddenly a startled yelp from left of him let Dean flinch and turn around. He could see his own terror reflected in Cas' eyes for only a second before they fluttered shut and Cas' body went slack. It was only then Dean noticed the chokehold Zach kept on Cas, and he moved before he even thought.

Except that was predictable.

Therefore, avoidable.

What did those fucking bastards not have considered?

Strong arms wrapped around him, but not in the sexy way, rather the "I'll squeeze your organs out of you" type. Accordingly, Dean immediately felt the contents of his stomach trying to find a way out, Alistair's sweaty, disgusting breath on his neck.

He could break free – he could, but it wouldn't save Cas. He'd never get there in time.

So he could only wriggle a bit in half-hearted protest and then scowl it anyone who dared to look him in the eye.

Zachariah grinned smugly, triumphing over this one opportunity where he held the upper hand above Dean Winchester, could really toy with him. Make up for all the times Dean humiliated him – not on purpose, but because Zach started a fight and Dean was just better – and not generous enough to let Z&A win.