Cas straightened his trench coat as he walked to Dean, grabbing his head and pulling him in for a kiss.
"Crowley's back." he whispered, his lips still touching Dean's. Dean's eyes sprung open. he instantly pulled away from Cas.
"How many?" Dean asked.
"Too many." Cas hardly was able to say. Dean jogged to his duffel bag, filled with demon repellent. Salt, spray paint for the devil's trap, demon knife, angel blade, and a shotgun full of rock salt. Dean tossed a can of salt to Sammy.
"They may have made this demon proof, but we might as well be careful." Sam explained to a confused Cas. Cas, still not quite sure of what is happening, nodded and walked to Dean,
"How can I help?" He fearlessly wondered. Dean hesitated but handed him the angel blade.
"You handle this better than either Sam or me." Cas reached for the angel blade but Dean pulled it up before he could reach it, closing his eyes.
"Just do me a favor, Cas."
"Anything Dean." Cas lowered his head, in wonder.
"Don't die. Can you do that for me?" Dean asked.
"I don't understand how I could promise that." Cas stated.
"Humor me." Dean laughed at Cas always thinking straight forward.
"I won't die. As long as you don't." Cas negotiated. Dean smiled, tears in his eyes,
"I won't." Dean handed Cas the angel blade. Grabbing the demon knife, Dean and Cas walked hand in hand to the entrance, where a lot of pounding was taking place. Sam hopped up the stairs, two at a time to meet them.
"Hell is literally out there. you guys ready?" Dean let go of Cas' hand as he said this.
"Dean, you sound like you're in a chick flick." Sam replied, laughing.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself." Dean opened the doors to what he thought of as the new gate to hell.
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Touched by an Angel
FanfictionThis is a fan-fiction between Castiel and Dean Winchester. This story includes destiel and the problems that come with it.