Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

10.1

"Cas, what the hell is going on?"

Cas finally stopped to meet Dean's angry eyes. He sighed before he said in a low voice, "They know I went to heaven. They thought I was dead before but a few angels caught sight of me before I left. Now Bartholomew is tracing my grace."

"I told you so!" Dean roared suddenly, taking over everything else in the room. We all held our breath, no one dared to make a sound. Dean was glaring at Cas like he wanted to throw him a couple of punches. I couldn't even continue looking at Dean; his eyes were narrow and his eyebrows were angry—finally Cas looked away too.

"I know, Dean."

"And where the hell are you going to hide?" He was still shouting with all he had, shaking the room with him.

"I haven't figured it out yet."

"You better be thinking either moon or pluto because they will not stop looking until they kill you!"

"I know—"

"Then why didn't you listen from before!"

I didn't know angels could be so deadly. To warrant a reaction like that from Dean? They must be scary mothers. Then again, Cas was so powerful I don't even have something to compare him to. There simply isn't a scale to measure how powerful Cas really was. But it was more than that.

As I watched Dean glare at Cas, red in the face, veins popping out, I really saw how much Dean cared about Cas. It was all in his facial expression, the way his heart was pounding fast, his clenched fists, his locked jaw, the look in his eye like he was ready to murder even the most innocent angel—Cas was more than just a friend. Rushing to him as he fainted yesterday was one thing but the anger he was showing now proved that Dean loved Cas almost as much as he loved Sam. They were still showing their love in the alpha-male way they did things.

"Because, Dean, Heaven is in danger and the fact that she's not up there right now training to protect it could mean terrible things!"

"Doesn't mean you should get killed for it!"

"My brothers and sisters—"

"I don't care! And neither do they, Cas! Did it happen to occur to you that they don't want you to fix it? They just want you dead!"

Cas paused to glare at Dean. Then he disappeared.

"Son of a," Dean muttered under his breath and kicked a chair.

"Dean you can't—"

"Shut up Sam."

"Whether you like it or not Cas played a huge role in casting the angels out. It wasn't his fault, but you can't blame the guy for feeling guilty and trying to fix things."

"Yes I can!" he shouted. "No one made him keeper of heaven and no one made you keeper of hell. As of two days ago you were dying because of the stupid trials. And you were okay with it, too. Like you thought it was your responsibility to close the gates of hell just like Cas thinks its his responsibility to take care of heaven. And I am sick and tired of watching you—" he sighed heavily.

Sam let out an uncomfortable laugh. "Back when we were fighting Azazel I let out a hell of a lot of demons out of that gate."

"Yeah and you killed more than you let out since then," Dean snapped. "And Cas saved Heaven's ass more than any cloud hopping asshat can count. He's done enough."

Cas made an appearance again. "They're getting close. You need to get out of here. They can't ever find Kevin and Eliza."

"Where the hell are we supposed to go?" Dean barked.