Infamous For Something So Pure

Talking To The Demon King

Cas stares directly into Dean's eyes while Dean stares at his hands in front of him. How is he suppose to say this, especially to Cas? How will he react? After a moment or two Dean looks back up at Cas whose facial expression has not changed. His blue eyes are still pinned on Dean, his mouth is slightly open as he stares in wonder, and his stance is perfectly straight. Dean feels like he is being suffocated, he takes a step back. Castiel just walks closer to him.
"Cas," Dean starts, looking away again, "while you were gone, there were some complications. Sam was hurt and I prayed. I prayed to you, but you didn't show, so I just prayed to everyone. Made a goddamn announcement to every angel until one came."
"Ezekiel."
"No, Gadreel." Cas takes a step back trying to focus on the name. Gadreel, the angel that let the serpent into the garden of Eden is now in Sam.
"What the hell have you done?" Castiel mumbles.
"Cas, I had no idea, me and Kevin were going to trap him, but-"
"What?"
"He knew and escaped, he killed Kevin and.....now he's gone." Dean tries to stop the powerful flow of tears but is unsuccessful. He looks at Cas who is pacing back in forth in the small width of the kitchen. Cas slams his fist down on the counter.
"Do you know what you have done?!" He shouts as he walks over to Dean, without his grace he wasn't that powerful but he was being powered by anger and fear which is much stronger than any grace.
"Cas we need to get them back." Dean says putting his hands up and walking backwards.
"Get them back! How are we suppose to get them back?" Cas shouts. He runs his fingers through his hair then places his hands on his hips.
"Damn it, Cas! I don't know! Not now I'll figure out something!"
"Do you think that's such a great idea last time this happen you ended up in hell! I don't have grace I can't pull out again!"
"Well then we will figure something out!" Cas sighs and shifts his weight before he starts to walk towards the exit of the kitchen next to Dean, but Dean moves over to stand in his way, placing his hand on Cas' shoulder.
"Where are you going?" He asks. Castiel just shrugs his hand off and leaves the kitchen. Dean stands alone staring at the dented metal counter Cas had left behind. He walks over to run his fingers over the imprint. It must have hurt. Cas doesn't have his grace, it's not like he has the strength of a hundred men any more, his hand must be in a lot of pain. Dean waits for a moment before going after the lost angel. The entrance room, bedrooms, kitchen, and library are all empty. Everywhere is quiet in this place, Dean thought to himself, too quiet. There is no sound of pages turning, guns be cleaned, boots hitting the hard wood, Crowley shouting. Crowley...why isn't he making any noise? Dean walks down to the basement and finds Crowley where he had left him. Cas sits, quietly, across from Crowley who is snarling out jokes about having clipped wings.
"Dean, so nice of you to join us." The demon hisses with his thick accent.
"Cas, what are you doing?" Dean asks ignoring Crowley's comment.
"Don't you think he knows something." Cas answers not removing his eyes from the King.
"Where's moose?" Dean shifts with that question, "oh squirrel you should really keep him on a leash, has he run off?"
"Yes." Cas replies.
"Where's my other play toy, the prophet? Gone too?"
"Yes." Dean says before Cas can open his mouth.
"Such a shame, I liked him." Crowley leans forward placing his fore arms on the table.
"Dean."
"Yeah?"
"Do you-"
"Let's go Cas."
"But Dean."
"Cas!" Castiel stands from the chair and walks with Dean back upstairs.
"Dean, what if-" Cas starts when they reach the library.
"He doesn't." Dean interrupts while sliding into a chair.
"How would you know?"Cas stands at the end of the table looking across at Dean. Dean stares down at his hands unable to look up.
"Why would he? Why would an angel work with a demon?" He says almost as though he is talking to the table instead of Cas.
"Why? Because we are at the end of our ropes Dean! We have nothing!" Castiel shouts at him, pushing the palms of his own hands into the table.
"I am done talking about Crowley."
"What if Gadreel-"
"What if!" Dean shouts back looking up at Castiel now. He looks angry, he clenches his jaw when Dean looks at him. They glare at each other for a while until Cas turns away.
"I'm sorry, you are right." Cas slides into the chair across from Dean as he speaks. Dean sighs and stares at Cas while he sits there gazing at the walls and the bookshelves that line them.
"Do you want a drink?" The Winchester asks as he stands up from the chair.
"No." He looks away from the wall and down at the table. Dean disappears for a minute and when he returns he stands in the door way, leaning against the wooden beams that support the frame.
"Have you ever seen a movie?" Dean asks immediately pulling Cas' attention away from the wooden table.