Endings and Beginnings
It had been completely by accident that he'd found the first note. He'd been sitting in the Impala with Sam and Bobby, reeling from what had happened. Cass was a God. He'd snapped his fingers and Raphy, one of the archangels, had exploded like an over-ripe grapefruit dropped from the top of a ten story building. He and Sam had been arguing
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Dean hissed as he straddled Cass' body, there was a hint of anger in his voice, but more than that, there was desperate certainty. He was wrong because he had to be wrong, because Dean simply would not, could not accept that he'd lost Castiel. Not like this. He knew this was dangerous, knew what the risks were, but he didn't feel like he had any other choice. He was always too willing to do dangerous, impossible things for the people he cared about.
"It's not too late. I'm going to save you, Cass."
He used his weight to pin him to the ground as he pulled out a length of rope and shifted so that he could restrain the rest of his body. It hurt, the things that came from the over-powered angel beneath him as they struggled, but Dean tried to ignore it. Cass was just too far gone to realize that he could be saved. He didn't want this, he was power-drunk and not himself. Dean had almost expected those sort of protests, but they still hurt to hear. The fact that he had to tie him up in order to toss him into the Impala stung a little as well, but, it would all be worth it in the end.
Because he was going to have Cass back.
He hissed through his teeth, fingers anchoring the slender rope to the handcuffs. It was a special fiber, stronger than steel wire, which Dean rather preferred when working with supernatural nasties. It also came in handy when you were tying up a God and intending on tossing him in the backseat for a lengthy car ride.
"I'm not letting you go. I know you don't understand. But, I'm going to fix this. You've always risked so much for us."
He couldn't help blaming himself for this. The sad way that Cass had tilted his head and asked, where were you when I needed to hear that haunted his dreams and nightmares. Thoughts that maybe, if he'd just trusted him a little more, instead of letting how hurt he was over the fact that Cass had been lying to him get in the way, that things would have ended differently. Guilt that he'd let it obscure the fact that the angel really had been trying to do the right thing.
Cass really had saved them all and still screwed Crowley in the end.
And that was why he had to do this. Because at the very least, he needed a Cass that could hear him.
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