Princes of the Universe (spn)

The ring

"Castiel!"
Dean had been shouting himself hoarse for hours to no avail.
"Castiel, I need to talk to you!"

To his surprise, the sound of the grating lock interrupted the previous deafening silence. Balthazar entered the room. Dean groaned upon realising it wasn't his angel.

"Please, listen man, I need to talk to Castiel. It's important, damn it." Dean said.

"And why would that be? Why would you do desperately want to see an angel, who last I checked, hates your guts so badly he almost killed you? If I were you I would be staying well out if his way."

"Look, just let me talk to him. It's hard to explain, and it's not like he's going to help me escape or anything, is it?"

"Well, if you insist." Balthazar frowned in confusion. "Your funeral"

An eternity was condensed into those mere minutes that Dean waited for Castiel's return. Was he insane? He was risking his life over a dream. His big plan was to ask for help from the angel who most wanted to see the walls freshly painted with his blood.

His thoughts were silenced by the horrible sound he had come to love, of the door opening. Balthazar was there, accompanied by Castiel.

"You know," Balthazar said, "We were originally planning on getting Michael to come down here. He was going to get out all his pretty toys to make you spill your big secret of how you've been controlling the demons. A little plot deviation there. I suppose Jules thought you'd suffered enough."
Balthazar frowned, as if unsure of what had just left his lips. He seemed to think nothing of it, and continued. "Anyway, here is your precious Castiel."

Castiel glowered silently at Dean.

"Awesome" Dean commented, his voice as full of sarcasm as the bulging wallet, of the man who ignores the beggar, is of money.
"D'you mind giving us some privacy, Balthazar?"

Balthazar laughed nervously.

"Are you- are you sure?" he asked.
"No, not at all. I'm probably insane. But hey. Some privacy?"

Balthazar left, after turning back to check on Castiel once more.

Castiel had not uttered a word since he had arrived.
"Why did you want to talk to me." Castiel said in a low voice. It was more of a statement than a question, and the anger flowing just beneath the surface of his words was painfully clear.

"You're going to think I'm crazy. Hell, I half think I might be crazy. But you've got to listen to me. I saw something, I don't know what it was - a prophetic vision, another universe, or what. All I know is that in this... whatever it was, you and I were friends. We were working together, and I think," Dean looked straight into Castiel's unbelieving eyes, "I think you are the only one who can help me."

Castiel looked coldly at him.
"You expect me to trust you? A demon, who has been waging war on heaven? Who has killed more of my brothers than I can count? And supposing, just supposing, you are telling the truth, why should I help you. Why would I risk everything to help the one creature I most want to smite?"

Dean sighed.
"I know this is hard to believe, but plea-"

"It isn't just hard. It's impossible. Do not try and talk to me again. I don't think you would survive."

In desperation, Dean shouted "Wait! Please! There's something wrong with this whole damn place!"

And then the room was empty, and Dean was left alone, with only the roaring silence to comfort him.