Forgive me Father, for I have sinned || Destiel - Demon!Dean & Priest!Castiel

Chapter Nineteen - Highway To Hell

Dean (POV) *what the frick-frack Cadillac!*

Day fourteen. Two weeks since the priest, Father Castiel, was found dead in the bathtub. Fully clothed and electrocuted. He had killed himself.

I don't know why he had done it, but every reason for it all pointed back to me. It was my fault he had done this to himself. I shouldn't feel bad, I was a demon for God's sake (excuse the irony). I shouldn't feel guilty for being the cause of Castiel killing himself but my blackened heart lurched and my stomach heaved every time I thought about it.

I would never have expected a priest, astutely of all people, to kill themselves when there is a rule stating inside their bible that someone who takes their own life can't to up to heaven. If that was truly the case, then where was cas now?

It was obvious where he was, and I truly didn't want to go down there again. The first time was by far the worst and I didn't want to have to go through it all again. But I knew I had to. I knew I couldn't leave cas down there to rot for eternity. It was too much for me to handle.

"You cant do this dean! It's suicidal!" Sam says frantically, trying so are to get me to stay as I make my own arrangements to leave. I had already called Crowley and he had agreed to let me in, but for a price.

"I have to Sam, I can't leave a priest in hell. It's just not right." There was a glimmer of hope in my brothers eyes which makes me grimace. "Don't get your hopes up kid. I'm not going down there out of the goodness of my heart, I'm going down to get rid of my own guilt that's gnawing away inside of me. This is purely selfish."

Sam rolled his eyes and huffed slightly at my words. He didn't argue with me again after that however but instead just set a bag of weapons up for me, which included the small knife that was ultimately made for just killing demons.

"Sam, before I go there is something I need to tell you." I say when I swing the bag onto my shoulder and almost turn to leave.

"What?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest and giving me his best bitch face.

"Lucifers back. Alright see ya later have a nice life." I quickly turn to walk out but Sam shouts in surprise and begins asking question.

"What do you mean he's back? When? How?" He asks and I turn slowly back to look at him as shrug my shoulders.

"I don't know man. Cas told me that Michael paid him a little visit so I only assumed that if Michael got out the cage then the devil did too." I leave him then, ranting and cursing me for not telling him sooner and walk out of the church doors.

Crowley was stood just outside, leaning against a large gravestone and inspecting his fingernails coolly. I approach him slowly, my hands buried deep in my pockets and my collar turned up against the sharp wind and he finally looks up at me and raises an amused eyebrow.

"Dean Winchester, on the highway to hell just like in the old days when you actually smiled once in a while." He drawls and smirks at me.

"Shut it Crowley. Just tell me what you want and take me to hell." I snap back angrily.

"I was going to ask for your soul but," he looks me up and down. "It's so clear that you most definitely don't have one of those anymore."

"Fine. Then what else do you want." I sigh, getting impatient with the king of hell.

"Your undying friendship." He smiles and I grit my teeth and roll my eyes. "No but in all honesty, I want you to work with me. Demons fear you just as much as they fear me, if not more! Us two working together could mean-"

"Yada yada yada, alright you have a deal. Let's just go already." I snap and he smirks, nods his head once and snaps two fingers together. Before I knew it, I was in what looked like an underground office. I look aroun on confusion while Crowley just stands there smiling at me.