Guided {Dean Winchester 4}

Chapter 50

On The Head Of The Pin

"Who's murdering the angels?" Sam asked. "How are they doing it?"

"You think I'm gonna tell you?" Alastair laughed, covering in blood. Blood Dean had to shed.

"Yeah, I do." Sam replied, slowly clenching his fist, making Alastair choke. "How are the demons killing angels?"

"I don't know." Alastair hissed.

Stepping toward him, I sighed. "I really hope you know I wasn't joking." I placed the tip of the blade against a wound on his ribs, dragging it down, skin tearing and blood pouring. 

"It's not us." Alastair choked out.

"Really? You expect me to believe that?" I asked, bringing the knife up to his wrist, slicing from the bone all the way around and stopping where I began. 

"We're not doing it." Alastair insisted. 

"I don't believe it." Sam clenched his fist tighter, making Alastair scream in pain. 

"Lilith is not behind this. She wouldn't kill seven angels. Oh, she'd kill a hundred, a thousand."

Sam dropped his hand.

Alastair pants.  "Go ahead. Send me back...if you can."

"I'll do more than just send you back to hell." I said.

"I'm stronger than that now. Now I can kill." Sam told him. He lifted his hand, shutting his eyes. 

Alastair groaned in pain, yelling out. 

I knew Sam could kill him. I knew that he had the power now. But I couldn't let him use it.

I stabbed the knife through Alastair's throat, his eyes flashing yellow as the demon died. 

His body fell limply to the floor. I turned to Sam. "I told you not to do this." I walked by him as Cass looked at him oddly. "You have a hell of a storm coming. Know that."

I shoved the knife back into my belt as I dropped down onto my knees beside Dean. 

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I sat on the edge of Dean's hospital bed as he was hooked up to wires and tubes and a bunch of different machines to monitor him. I gripped his hand in mine. He had a black eye, small cuts on his face, a nasty red mark on his other eye and one of his jaw. 

Sam sat in the chair on the other side of the bed. "Can you heal him?" 

"I'm chaos, darkness, not a healer. I wish I could." I replied. 

Feeling something in the doorway, I looked over. Cass stood there, moving down the hall.

I stood, following.

"Sam, Saige--" He greeted.

"Get in there and heal him." Sam demanded.

"Please." I added. "I need a miracle now."

"I can't." Castiel told us. 

"You and that asswipe you call a buddy are the reason he's--" I began.

"No." Castiel said.

"He's in there because you can't keep a simple devils trap." Sam finished for me. 

"I don't know what happened. That trap...it shouldn't have broken. I am sorry." Castiel said.

"This whole thing was pointless." Sam stated. "You understand that? The demons aren't doing the hits. Something else is killing your soldiers."

"Perhaps Alastair was lying." Castiel suggested.

"He wasn't." I sighed. "Now if you'll excuse me I have to figure how what to tell Evie about this entire shitshow." I turned and headed back to Dean's room. 

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"Are you alright?" Castiel asked Dean as he sat by his hospital bed. 

Turns out Uriel was killing angels. He was killing anyone who wouldn't help him start the apocalypse. He was all team Lucifer or whatever. Cass and Anna killed Uriel. Castiel told me all of that when he first showed up and I told him to shove it up his ass and that he could go.

"No thanks to you." Dean said, voice gravelly.

"You need to be more careful." Castiel told him.

"I've been telling him that for years." I joked softly, rubbing my finger over Dean's knuckles.

"You need to learn how to manage a damn devils trap." Dean told the angel.

"That's not what I mean." Castiel corrected. "Uriel is dead." 

"Was it the demons?" Dean asked.

"It was disobedience." Castiel explained. "He was working against us."

"Is it true?" Dean asked. "Did I break the first seal? Did I start all this?"

"Yes." Castiel said. Dean stared at the wall, tears welling up in his half-swollen eyes. "When we discovered Lilith's plan for you...we laid siege to hell and we fought our way to get to you before you--"

"Jump started the apocalypse." Dean filled in. 

"And we were too late." Castiel said.

"But it's okay. We'll stop it." I told them both. 

"Why didn't you just leave me there, then?" Dean asked, making my grip tighten on his hand. 

"It's not the blame that falls on you, Dean, it's fate. The righteous man who begins it is the only one who can finish it." Cass explained. "You have to stop it."

"Lucifer? The apocalypse?" Dean asked. "What does that mean?"

Castiel didn't answer.

"Hey." Dean said. "Don't you go disappearing on me, you son of a bitch. What does that mean?"

"I don't know."

"Bull." 

"I don't." Castiel insisted. "Dean, they don't tell me much. I know...our fate rests with you, with Saige."

"Well, then you guys are screwed." Dean said. "No offence, Si."

"None taken, baby." I told him, giving him a soft smile. 

"I can't do it, Cass. It's too big." Dean continued. "Alastair was right. I'm not all here. I'm not--I'm not strong enough."

"That's not true." I whispered. 

A tear slipped from Dean's eye. "Well, I guess, I'm not the man either of our dads wanted me to be." He paused for a moment. "Find someone else. It's not me." 

Another tear slipped from his eye.