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I BLESS THE (weak ass) RAINS DOWN IN (milpitas) AFRICA

I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She’s coming in twelve-thirty flight
Her moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say: “Hurry boy, it’s waiting there for you”

[Chorus:]
It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what’s right
Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what’s deep inside, frightened of this thing that I’ve become

[Repeat chorus]

[Instrumental break]

Hurry boy, she’s waiting there for you

[Repeat chorus]

i hate you so fucking much natalie just die

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Every rainstorm (much less thunderstorm) in southern Morocco comes with an obligatory I bless the rains down in Africa moment.

"Africa" - Toto

I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She’s coming in twelve-thirty flight
Her moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say: “Hurry boy, it’s waiting there for you”

It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what’s right
Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what’s deep inside, frightened of this thing that I’ve become

Hurry boy, she’s waiting there for you

Sing Hallelujah chapter 3

[EDIT: Cas is a strong, independent, black woman and you will treat him with respect!… I’m done being special. Keep this chapter name in chapter 4 as well. I’m actually being serious. Its important. Enjoy!

Sing Hallelujah

Character List: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Sandalphon (OC), Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Ariel (OC), Gabriel, Lucifer

WARNINGS: Mpreg, Pregnant Castiel, Biblical References, Overprotective Dean, Pissed Off-Cas, Sickening Cuteness, Lucifer, Biblical Omens, Overall Mind-Fuck]

Chapter 3: There will be blood

I seek to cure what’s deep inside
Frightened of this thing that I’ve become

It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

It was early evening when the Impala passed over the state line of Nebraska.  Dean had You Shook Me All Night Long by on a little too loud for Sam’s liking.  Cas had discovered Goobers (peanut butter and jelly pre-mixed in a jar) and was devouring jar after jar as if he would never eat again.  Dean was honestly a little worried that Cas would get it all over the upholstery, but the angel was very clean, closing and bagging the jars when he was done. He would wipe his hands and face with napkins before discarding them in his trash bag as well.

“I understand the human affinity for peanut butter and jelly now…”

He leaned back contentedly.

“It is rather delightful…”

Dean laughed.  Someone in the back seat joined him.  The sound was high pitched and jarring.  It didn’t sound like Sam and it definitely wasn’t Bobby.

“Hi kids!”

Dean felt like he was about to drive off his Baby off the road into a corn field.  He managed not to (thank God, poor Baby).  Bobby and Sam clung to their doors, guns drawn.

“Re-lax!”

Dean checked the rear view mirror.  A young man was perched in the middle seat.  His hair was bleach blond and his skin was tan.  He wore a wife beater tank top and board shorts with no shoes at all.

“It’s all right.  This is Sandalphon, one of my elder siblings.”

Sandalphon waved at the human emphatically.

“Hi.  One of his eldest I should say.  My Goodness Castiel, when did you get so grown up!  Just yesterday he was a dinky ball of light, I swear!  So cute!”

Castiel blinked.

“I do not believe that we grow Sandalphon.”

“Psh!  It’s a figure of speech I picked up from my vessel’s family.  By the way, Doug says hi and he thinks that its “totally wicked sweet” that you are having a baby.”

Sandalphon giggled again and Bobby covered his ears, looking cranky.

“Oh, and you are bigger, just by the way.”

Sandalphon continued to giggle, tracing Castiel’s true form with his finger.

“And you’ll just keep getting bigger!  Good thing your true form is the size of the human Kreisler Building!  Gotta make room for all that creation!”

Sandalphon slapped his knee as if he had made a hilarious joke.

“May I ask why you are here?”

Castiel asked as he opened up another jar of Strawberry Goobers.  Sandalphon pouted.

“Aw, you know my job description.  Give babies a sex, bla bla bla!  I usually just touch a human and leave, but your special cuz you’re the baby of the family. I decided to hop into my vessel and say hi!”

Sam raised an eyebrow at the archangel.

“Relax Mop Boy, he doesn’t mind.  I’m not in here ALL THE TIME!”

Sam ignored him the way he tended to ignore Gabriel.  Castiel wedged his plastic spoon into a section of peanut butter and made eye contact with his elder brother.

“So I assume you have chosen a sex for my child?”

Sandalphon nodded.   He reached forward and pressed two fingers to Castiel’s forehead.  Castiel welcomed the little tendril of Grace.

“So what is he having?”

Dean couldn’t help but be curious.  Sandalphon threw his head back and cackled.

“Not telling!”

The four heard him spread his wings and he disappeared.  Dean pursed his lips and flared his nostrils.

“Angels man…”

Castiel placed the filled spoon in his mouth and shrugged.  Dean proceeded to tell Cas all about Ellen and Jo with punctuated remarks by Bobby and Sam.  Castiel liked them already.  Any friend of Dean’s was a friend of his, at least for now.

“What does ‘Jo’ stand for?”

Castiel asked through a mouthful of sticky sweet Goobers.

Sam looked up from his book.

“Joanna Beth.”

He answered simply.

“Oh…”

Castiel liked his spoon, pensive.

“You have a strange gender duality…  Men and women must have different names.  If a man is named “Joe” it stands for Joseph, where a woman will stand for Josephine or Joanna…”

He actually looked interested in what he was saying, so Dean pretended to care.

“Well yeah…”

“Angels do not have gendered names.  We are all given a name that represents a quality of our father.  ‘El’ is a suffix in Latin which means ‘of God.’  Almost all of our names share it.  Lucifer, Sandalphon and Metatron do not, but they are archangels and, therefore, they were given names first.  We don’t really give each other names either.  We just know…  I woke up and knew that I was Castiel…”

Castiel’s spoon hung in mid air as if he had meant to use it, but had forgotten about it.

“So strange…”

            It was after midnight when the motley bunch arrived at Ellen’s place.  Sam had called ahead to let them know that they were an hour out and Dean had woken Cas.  Cas had been all cocooned up in his wings, snoring quietly.  It was actually kind of sweet.  Dean laid a hand on one of the wings, patting it. 

“Meep meep Road Runner.  Time to wake up…”

For a moment, Dean thought Cas was still sleeping, but then he heard the scratchy voice, muffled by wings.

“Is that another reference?”

“Yah Donald Duck, it is. Now wake up.  We’re at Ellen’s.”

Cas unfurled his wings slowly and sighed, stretching.  Dean opened his door for him, which had become a habit.  The angel gingerly eased out of Dean’s car.  He was stiff and he had a headache.  Castiel remained composed as he straightened Jimmy’s old trench coat.  Bobby and Sam flanked the couple as they walked to the door.  Ellen and Jo were already there.  Ellen in a robe and Jo in pajama pants covered in some kind of cartoon character and a graphic tee.  Jo gave Sam, Dean and Bobby a big hug.

“Boys…”

Ellen approached the Winchesters. She grinned.

“Learn to pick up the phone Winchesters!  You may just worry me to death!”

Without warning, she slapped Dean.  Castiel did not mean to, but something happened. Ellen was thrown against the wall and held there.

“I am sorry…”

Castiel mumbles and let her go.  His wings rustled together nervously.  He had not made a good first impression.  They would throw him out…

“Dean has told me that I am a bit overprotective…”

Castiel hugged his coat tighter around himself.  Ellen actually laughed.

“Dean, Sam, introduce me to your… charming friend!”

She held out her hand.

“I’m Ellen Harvfelle.  This is my daughter Jo.”

“This is Castiel, Dean’s boyfriend.  He’s an angel.”

Sam smiled wickedly as Cas shook Ellen’s hand.

“Of the Lord.”

Castiel added.  Dean was bright red and spluttering.  He kept trying to but in, but couldn’t get a word in. Ellen grinned in the insufferable way that mothers sometimes do.

“I am honored Castiel…  It’s nice to know that someone is looking out for my boy…”

Ellen winked at Dean.  Jo was wiggling her eyebrows excessively.  Cas either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“It is nice to meet you.  Dean has told me much about the both of you.  I am sorry again for the bodily treatment Ellen…”

Castiel let his tense wings relax a little. Jo wandered over to them, admiring the glossy raven feathers.

“They are so pretty!”

Castiel swelled with pride. The corner of his lip twitched and he gave a small smile.

“Thank you Jo…”

Dean pouted.

“Jeez Jo, there are plenty of angels!  Get your own!”

Castiel squinted up at Dean, cocking his head just so.  Dean turned from fire engine red, to deep rose.

“I’m getting the bags!”

Dean marched off in a huff, face and neck hot as Hell fire. 

            Castiel was in Ellen’s kitchen with a glass of milk and these beautiful creations that Jo called “Nutter Butter cookies.”  Castiel closed his eyes as he chewed, sighing happily.

“So how did you and Dean meet?”

Jo seemed awfully interested in his relationship with the elder Winchester.  It wasn’t as if he cared.  He was happy to share.

“I pulled his soul out of Hell.”

Castiel stated simply before taking another bite out of his cookie and moaning loudly.

“These are delightful!”

Jo just stared at him with her mouth hanging open.

“DEAN was in HELL?”

Castiel stared into his milk.  He really didn’t want to talk about it all of a sudden.

“For four months…  I am not a high ranking angel by any means, so it took months…  I wish we could have gotten him out sooner…”

Castiel’s voice trailed off and it seemed to Jo that he was staring off into space.

“Uh…”

She cleared her throat awkwardly.

“There is another angel in this house…”

Castiel stood carefully, joints popping.

“I must go meet them…”

Jo just sat there.  It appeared that angels were weird…  Castiel made to leave, then doubled back and grabbed the pack of Nutter Butters.  Jo could hear the pornographic moans and a resounding.

“Delicious…”

Sam entered the same way Castiel had left, chuckling and looking over his shoulder.  Jo raised an eyebrow.

“Is he weird or is it just me…?”

Sam took a seat and grabbed the Oreos that Castiel had left behind.

“He’s actually one of the least weird if you can believe that…”

Sam shook his head and chowed down.  Jo sighed and stood up. 

“I’m getting milk. You want milk?”

Sam shrugged.

“Sure.”

“Hey, is he sick?”

Jo’s mother made herself at home next to Sam.

“Who’s sick?”

She demanded.

“Dean’s angel.”

Jo answered her mother without waiting for Sam to answer.  She handed Sam his milk.

“You want milk mom?”

Ellen shook her head.

“What’s wrong with blue eyes?  He looks healthy to me.”

Sam, who had been busy choking on an Oreo, raised a finger.

“Nothing is really wrong with Castiel.”

Sam swallowed.

“Ellen, you remember that time you were sick and then nine months later, Jo popped out?”

Both Ellen and Jo gave Sam looks that were meant to mean ‘you have got to be shitting me.’

“Apparently, it takes like two years when you’re an angel, sometimes longer if you are in a vessel.”

Ellen pressed her lips together.

“What do you mean Sam?  Spit it out.”

“Angels have to take a human body.  Apparently Cas’s ‘true form’ is this huge soul thing with wings.  If he were in that form and not inhabiting this human one, it would take less time.”

Jo stared at Sam wide eyed and open mouthed.

“How do you know all this stuff?”

“Well, there are the angel Anna, the archangel Gabriel and the prophet Chuck…”

Sam wiped his face with his hand.  He stood up and knocked on the table.

“I’m going to bed…”

Sam turned around only to nearly run into a shorter man who was not Dean or Cas.  He was grinning wickedly.

“Hiiiii Kiddo!”

Sam jumped and his long limbs nearly smacked Jo and knocked over a chair.

“Damnit Gabriel!”

Gabriel Cackled obviously pleased with Sam’s reaction.

“Ellen, Jo, this is the Archangel Gabriel.  Don’t believe the scriptures, he’s a piece of work.”

Gabriel waved at them, wearing his cutest smile.

“Who me? Why Saaam I’m offended.”

Gabriel giggled at his own sarcasm.

“So aaaanyway, the reason I’m here is there are Demons gathering.  I mean butt loads of them.  Methinks El Diablo has something to do with it.”

Sam pulled his chair out and made to sit, double checking that it was still there before he shifted body weight.

“Oh Sammy you are so trusting.”

Gabriel threw Ellen a ‘see what I have to deal with’ look.

“You’ve done it before…  So why are you telling us?”

“Cuz…”

Gabriel snapped his fingers and a jumbo Twix appeared in his hand.

“The youngest of the angels is here and he’s got something Luci might like to have.  You know Nephilim are kind of the most powerful things around.  There are going to be all sorts of beasties after Dear Baby Brother now that he’s wearing a neon sign.”

“Is someone going to explain why I may have an army of demons on my front porch?”

Ellen barked, sounding irritated.  Gabriel swallowed a bit of his Twix.

“Cassie causes big miracles.  I mean, he can’t really help it, but he is drawing a bunch of arrows to his current location.  If he moving stops to long, somebody is going to try to snag him or kill him.  That kid is going to be super powerful and last time there were Nephilim around, it didn’t work out too well.”

Jo went white as a sheet.  Sam huffed unhappily.  

“Alright…  I guess I’m making coffee…  Any suggestions?”

He gave Gabriel a sideways look.  Gabriel shrugged as he finished chewing.

“Demon ward the place.  Arm yourselves.  That’s about it.  Deanie Weenie has an extra Angel Blade.  That is gonna have to be it if Lu shows up.  It’s not as if you can angel ward the place unless you plan on kicking Cassie out too.”

            Castiel made his way to the front door, stuffing his face full of cookies as he went.

“Really Castiel, consuming chemicals and lying with humans?  Is this what you have come to?”

A deep female voice echoed from the doorway.   Castiel froze mid chew.  He stood for a second before swallowing.

“Hello Ariel…”

He turned to see a woman who could have been Japanese or Hawaiian.  She leaned against the door, arms crossed and face sour.

“I wouldn’t have come, but I am not one to pass on such an important tradition as the blessing.  Besides, I had to talk to you.”

Castiel set his cookies aside, nodding.

“I understand.  Not everyone is going to approve.”

“I disapprove Castiel.  This union and its spawn are unnatural.  I was ready to cut your vessel open and drag you home.”

Castiel stiffened, wrapping his arm around his middle defensively. His mind went to his blade in case he needed it.

“Calm yourself Castiel.   Raquel talked me down.”

Castiel did not relax.  She un crossed her arms and took a step toward her younger brother; He stiffened and assumed a defensive position.

“I do not intend to harm you Castiel.  I will give you my blessing and be on my way.  Be aware, however, that if another seeks to harm you or the blasphemy inside you, I am not the one to turn to.  You will not find help here, little brother.”

Having said her piece, Ariel reached out and touched his forehead.

“I bless you Castiel and you’re… child, that it will be beloved by all animals on earth.”

Ariel sighed heavily as she let her powerful Grace flow into Castiel. 

“Farewell brother.”

Castiel watched Ariel’s strong, pale salmon wings stretch wide before she flew away.  They glowed as soft, pale pink in the dark hallway.  Castiel leaned back against the wall, staring listlessly at the place where Ariel had been.  The more angels Castiel encountered, the more his heart ached for home.

 “Hey Cas, You are being summoned to the kitchen!”

Castiel heard Gabriel’s voice.  He fetched his cookies before making his way back to the Harvfells Kitchen.  Sam, Ellen, and Jo all sat around the table.  It was starting to get cramped.  Castiel took a seat, careful that his wings did not knock anything over.

“What did The Lion Queen want?*”

Gabriel asked.  Castiel tilted his head, a perplexed expression on his face.

“You know, The Little Mermaid?”

“Speak plainly brother.”

Castiel was growing impatient.

“Ariel.”

“oh…”

Castiel picked up a peanut shaped cookie and stared at it with crystal blue eyes.

“She informed me that she would not harm me.  She also stated that she would not stop anyone else from doing the same.  Then she gave me her blessing and left.  Where’s Dean?”

Castiel devoured his Nutter Butter, keeping eye contact with Gabriel.

“Keeping watch.”

Castiel nodded.

“Gabriel, if you are here, either someone needs help parenting, you have a message, or you are about to play a prank…”

Castiel’s angel gaze bore into his elder brother.

“Which one is it?”

“Message…”

Gabriel looked unhappy.

“Old habits, you know…  There is a fat stack of demons gathering in one place, drawn by a power.  I think it’s Luci.  Sammy told me that you and Deanie were visited by a messenger of Lu’s wanting you to surrender.  Correct?”

Castiel nodded, feeling very cold all of a sudden.  The new soul burned hot inside him.

“Well anyways, I think they are close.  Arm up. Ward like hell.  Stay safe Cassie cuz Luci Lu wants you.”

Gabriel waggled his finger.

“Now if you’ll excuse me…”

Gabriel spread his wings, Copper to Castiel’s angel eyes.  Gabriel snapped his fingers and he flew off.

Castiel sighed and stood. 

“He does not like to get involved very much…”

Castiel touched both Ellen and Jo and they gasped.  It must be an odd sensation, having writing carved into your bones.

“Sam will explain…”

Castiel swept out of the room to find Dean.  They needed some special weapons and material for hex bags from the Impala.

            “No Cas!”

Dean bellowed gruffly as he pulled some salt guns from the trunk of his baby.

“You can’t fight!  It’s a bad idea!  I won’t let you!”

Castiel narrowed his eyes and stepped into Dean’s space, eyes narrowed and burning with the hottest blue fire.  It took him a second, but Dean froze when he saw them.

“What makes you think that you have any power over me Dean?”

Cas’s voice was low and he was almost growling.  It kind of reminded Dean of the time when Cas had threatened to throw him back into Hell. ‘You should show me some respect…’ he had said in that same scratchy growl.  This was just as scary.

“I am an angel of the lord Dean…  You do not wear any sort of crown that allows you to ‘let’ me do anything.”

Cas was really mad.  Dean might be imagining it, but Cas seemed to be glowing… a lot!

“I fight for myself and I fight for this new life that I have created.  Do not attempt to stop me.”

Cas stuck his chin up stubbornly before he swept into the building, wings half unfurled like an angry vulture.  Dean winced as the door was slammed shut. 

Dean turned back to his Baby.  Had they just had a spat? 

            Castiel swept inside. Unbridled power leaked out of his vessel.  He was literally boiling over in anger.  He walked into the kitchen, china and glass exploding in his wake. 

“Holy Crap!”

It was Bobby.  Castiel stood in the middle of the room, wings outstretched and Grace showing out of his eyes like stars. 

“Do not be alarmed Bobby…”

Castiel inhaled power and Grace back into his vessel.

“I am merely using this vessel best I can to express emotion…”

Ellen appeared in the doorway.

“Well use your vessel best you can to clean up that mess you made of my kitchen!”

Castiel had taken a long time to clean.  He did not want to deplete his Grace in case the demons and Lucifer decided to show up.  He reached out with a bare hand to scoop shards of porcoline and glass. 

“Ouch…”

Castiel muttered, watching his skin knit together.

“You have to use a broom or something…”

Castiel looked up to meet Dean’s bottle green eyes.  He didn’t have to speak.  There was a small, grin, all askew on his stubbly face.  His eyes practically begged for Cas to stop being angry with him.

“What happened?  Sam take up gymnastics in here?”

Castiel’s lip twitched.

“The phrase “lost my temper” comes to mind…”

Cas’s blue eyes stared into Dean’s soul.  They were deep, old, and melancholy.

“You should show me more respect Dean…  At least treat me as an equal, no matter that I am much more than that…”

Dean handed Castiel a broom.

“Thank you Dean…”

Dean shrugged and turned so that he did not have to look at Cas as he spoke.

“Look, Cas, I know you’re gonna do whatever you want…  If you want, we can fight together…  Ya know…  Back to back?…”

Dean scratched at his chin, feeling the nervous butterflies of a teenage boy asking his crush on a first date.  It was stupid really.

“There is nothing I would like more than to keep you safe.  If you would like to think of it as protecting me, you may.”

Dean turned around to see an unreadable look on Cas’s face.  His eyes sparkled.  He did not smile, but his wings relaxed happily.  Dean had an urge to touch him, but thought it inappropriate.  Maybe… 

            Castiel and Dean cleaned and warded the kitchen and adjacent hallways together.  Dean was nervous about what was taking the Devil so damn long.  What was he waiting?  Was it his strategy?  He had to keep Cas close…  They stood and assisted Castiel to his feet.  Castiel did not let go.

            Sam was out lining the doors and windows with rock salt.

“Hello Sam.”

Sam whirled around, drawing Ruby’s knife.

“Sam, Sam…  I’m not going to hurt you…”

A man with hollow eyes and open soars on his face stood perfectly still.

“My name is Lucifer.  It’s a pleasure to meet you in person.”

Sam’s face contorted into a snarl.

“What do you want?!”

“A ‘yes’ from my vessel…”

Lucifer stated simply.  He shrugged and smiled placidly.  Sam was actually taken aback.

“What about that poor sap you’re wearing?”

Sam asked accusatorily.   Lucifer tilted his head, reminding Sam uncomfortably of Cas.

“Nick will due for now…  but he will not last…  He is not my true vessel…”

Judging by the state that Nick was in, He was about to keel over.

“I need you Sam.”

Sam stared, eyes wide, not wanting to believe, but somehow, he had always known it was true.  He had always known he was different, a freak.

“No.”

Sam choked rather than spoke.  The hand that held the knife was shaking.

“That’s too bad…  It would have been so much easier to whisk my baby brother away without hurting Dean while wearing you…  ”

Lucifer tilted his head the other way.

“Oh well…  We’ll do it the hard way then…”

His voice was calm…  too calm…  Lucifer snapped his fingers and there was a flash from the sky.  The clouds began to turn from grey to brown.  Then from brown to maroon.

“Dean!”

Sam threw caution out the window.

“He’s here!”

There was a sudden and violent downpour.  It wasn’t just rain.  It was red rain.  It was thick and dark and stank of pennies.  Blood.  Sam’s mop of hair lay flat against his head and neck.

Dean was there and so were Cas, Ellen, Jo, and Bobby.  Lucifer didn’t look in any mood to fight.  He just threw them all a shallow smile.

“Well, look at this.  I haven’t thrown this kind of party since after Sodom and Gomorrah…”

His eyes lingered over Dean before landing on Castiel.  Their hands firmly clasped

“How sweet.”

He sounded almost bored.

“What do you want Lucifer.”

Castiel’s deep growl contrasted with Lucifer’s drawl.

“For you to come with me.  Don’t make a fuss.  I’d hate to have to hurt you.  You are the youngest.  It wouldn’t even be in good sport.  No fun at all.”

Castiel’s wings flapped once.  His jaw was set and stubborn.

“You and I both know that that is not how this is going to work.”

Lucifer shrugged.

“Okay…”

And there were demons!  Demons everywhere!  Castiel and Dean were back to back. Castiel’s blade was drawn and so was Dean’s extra.  Ellen and Jo fought Back to back as well, guns loaded with salt pellets.  Bobby and Sam watched each others’ backs.  The Demons did not seem terribly interested in hurting Sam or Dean.  They kept laying their grubby mitts on Cas who stabbed and slashed with heavenly speed.   Dean soon realized that Cas’s wings were an awesome weapon.  They swept demons aside with incredible muscle or threw them around with gusts of wind.  The flapping combined with the bloody rain made it difficult to stand on the slippery red mud.  It was almost beautiful watching him fight like this, not that Dean had much time.  He was too busy stabbing the assholes rushing Cas to really pay attention.  It was better if they did not fight back to back.  Freeing Cas’s wings.  He stayed close, but not close enough.  The demons had gotten smart.  Many of them had latched onto his wings, dragging him down, slowing his pace.

“Cas, hold on!”

Dean barked, trying to get to his angel and get those ugly sons of bitches off of him.  There was a whole new pack of them rushing him, keeping him just out of reach.  Cas was on his hands and knees, weighed down by too many demons to count.

“Dean!”

His blue eyes were wide and frightened.  Their fingers slid over each other in a slippery, blood soaked frenzy.

“Cas, hold on!”

“Dean!”

Dean was blinded by a flash of white light.  Then all was horribly still.  He lost his balance and slipped into the mud.

“Cas?!”

There was so much blood in his eyes.  Dean howled at the sky.  Cas was gone. 

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