Someone Will Love You

Angel my ass

The day John Winchester died it was cold and dark. Grey clouds loomed above his grave and standing by was his only son. Dean Winchester, who never had anyone else. His mum died when he was 4 years old, Jo died saving Dean's ass years ago and Ellen has stopped talking to him ever since. He only had his Dad. His whole world had come crashing down when he died. The 25 year old fell to the ground, littered with dying clumps of grass and wilted daisies.
"Dad..what am I gonna do now? Tell me what to do.."
His tears watered the soil beneath him, Dean knew he couldn't live alone. His quiet sobs died down, he wiped his tears with the side of his leather jacket and stood up, glaring down at John's grave with the deadest eyes.
"I'm sorry, Dad."
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Dean's POV
It's been days and all I have is my stupid beer bottles. I miss my dad. I should've been the one to die. I need to bring him back. I've got the stuff, I've got the stuff to summon a black eyed bitch and get him back.
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Dean started the encantation, the spell was working, the liquid mixture in the bowl began to bubble and overflow and burst into flames which made Dean stagger back.
"Oh hey there Deano! Aw you poor thing, you look miserable"
mocked the demon who appeared behind Dean. Dean slowly turned around, eyes dangerous and dark.
"I want to make a deal. My soul for John Winchester's back in his meat suit."
"Oh! John? John as in the John that's killed how many of us? How do I know you and your dad won't come for me after this? No dice Dean. But I gotta admit it is fun to see you like this!"
"Listen you stupid son of a bitch if you don't-"
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Dean's POV
I stopped and held on tighter to the blade in his hand. I peered behind the demon to see a man in a trenchcoat. The demon furrowed her brows and her eyes darted side to side, until she slowly moved her head to see what it was.
The man in the trenchcoat pressed his palm against the head of the demon, blue flames exploded out her eyes, the scream shattered glass. I hid for cover, what the hell could be worse than a demon? The screeching was fucking unbearable I had to get out of there.
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Castiel spun Dean around and slammed him against the wall, making the plaster of the wall crumble at the force.
"Hello, Dean. I am the angel of Thursday. Castiel. I've been watching you for a very long time and my mission is to keep you alive. So don't consort with demons and you'll never see me again. Understand?"
Pfft. Angel? Yeah right. No such thing as angels. But what else could've killed a demon with just a touch?
Dean shoved Castiel's hands off of his chest.
"Yeah where the hell were you when my Dad died? Huh? Angel my ass."