Demon Dean - Chapter Five
Title: Demon Dean - Chapter Five
Author: sil9800
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel
Pairing: GEN - None
Rating: R (changed for this chapter)
Warnings/contains: Adult Language and Violence (more than previous chapters)
Word count: 10,754
Summary: Picks up immediately after 9x23 “Do You Believe in Miracles.” As Dean slowly realizes what’s happened and what he’s become, Team Free Will is gutted by the loss of Dean’s humanity and must figure out how to save him while also dealing with Cas’ fading grace. All comments welcome and encouraged! WIP - Updates to follow every few days.
A/N: Please note this chapter is more violent than previous chapters.
**DISCLAIMER** I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters portrayed on the show and make no profit from this storytelling; however, I do have the utmost respect for those that do!
Cas opened his eyes once again feeling healthy and refreshed, and ready for the mission ahead. Gabriel on the other hand, was resting against a nearby tree which Cas thought odd until he realized the angel must have been bored out of his mind waiting for Cas to recover from his grace being recharged. In an effort to liven things up a bit, Cas took the opportunity to attempt a little humor so he walked over to Gabriel, squat down and said, "Thank you brother, though not for almost killing me."
As usual Cas' so-called humor was completely lost on its subject, so Gabriel replied, "Bro, if I hadn't powered you back up..."
"I know!" Cas said with an exaggerated grin and a nudge, "I was just kidding there."
Gabriel couldn't help but laugh at the LACK of humor, which in turn only gave Cas a false sense of accomplishment. "Riiight!" Gabriel said, "Well OK then, are you ready for this?"
Cas nodded as they stood up to make their way towards the prison, going over every detail of the plan they devised to break Metatron out.
The head guard on duty was one of the smarter ones they had to leave in place to make sure Metatron didn't break out on his own, so Gabriel walked up to him very casually, as if this was no big deal at all, and said "Hey Liam, Castiel here wants to have a chat with Metatron, how's he doing today?"
Liam looked past Gabriel to see Cas standing there with his hands in both pockets of his trench coat. "Castiel!" he said, "How are you brother? We were all worried about you."
"I'm much better now Liam, thank you. May we see him?" Cas asked.
"I don't know, they worked him over pretty good today so he's not in very good shape. I'll need to get approval before I can let you go in." Liam stated.
Gabriel leaned over and quietly said, "Who do you think fixed up our brother here? Look, you know who I am, and you know who Castiel is, so therefore, you also know that we wouldn't let anything happen to him. Besides, Castiel himself isn't fully healed yet; he just wants to talk to Metatron. Surely that wouldn't be a problem, right?"
Liam may have been listening to Gabriel, but all he heard was that an archangel and heaven's de facto leader wanted something only he could give at the moment, so he was in a position of some power here! Maybe they could ALL get something out of this.
Liam motioned for Castiel to step over to the desk where he and Gabriel were standing and said "You know, this job isn't too bad here, but it's not exactly where I want to spend the rest of eternity. In fact, if the two of you put a good word in for me, perhaps I could even get transferred. I believe I could be very useful to the cause at the home office!"
Yep, this guy definitely thinks for himself, Gabriel thought. He looked at Liam and said "Ya know, now that you mention it, I think you may be right! Tell ya what, you let us talk to Metatron alone for a few minutes and we'll see what we can do about getting you transferred. I can't promise the home office, but we could certainly try."
Feeling quite proud of himself, Liam said, "Thank you, brothers! I'll get him set up in the interrogation room right away."
"Thanks." Gabriel said, "Oh, and Liam? Let's not clue him in on who's coming to dinner, K?" Liam then nodded and walked away.
As they waited, Cas counted at least 3 other guards walking around with seemingly nothing to do. Trying to avoid eye contact or being noticed, he looked down at the floor and quietly said "We need to get these guys out of here Gabriel. The fewer angels that know we're here the better."
When Liam returned, Gabriel put his arm around the guard's shoulder and said "One more small favor if you don't mind Liam, Cas here is a little shy, and as you can imagine, doesn't like a lot of attention. You suppose there's any chance we could get those guards over there to another area for a little while?"
"No problem," Liam said and immediately tapped into the prison guard frequency of angel radio, "Attention: all guards on duty. There will be a surprise prisoner inspection effective immediately! Please report to your charges at once to search them and their quarters. Findings are due on my desk in one hour!"
"Perfect!" Gabriel said, and as they headed to the interrogation room he thought maybe Liam WOULD be good at the home office! Too bad he'll probably be the one taking the blame for what was about to happen.
Cas and Gabriel opened the door to the interrogation room and found Metatron sitting in a chair with his head hung down to his chest, bloody and dirty from the obvious beatings and other forms of torture he had endured. Without the strength to even look up he said, "So, what's the plan to get me out of here Castiel?"
Gabriel was certain Liam hadn't said anything to Metatron about their visit, and was therefore stunned that Metatron had correctly guessed what was about to happen and even more surprised that he assumed Cas was the one doing it. Cas however didn't look surprised at all. What the hell was going on?
"Time for you to take a little nap Metatron." Cas said as he grabbed the larger of three spice bags out of his trench coat and began reciting an incantation. He blew the entire contents into Metatron's face while Gabriel put a bag over his head. Cas then gave Gabriel one of the two remaining spice bags while they positioned themselves under Metatron's arms and began dragging him out of the room.
With all the guards busy with the "surprise inspection," they had a clear shot to the hallway leading to the portal. Right before turning the last corner, they sat their prisoner down on the floor against the wall, turned the corner and walked over to the angels guarding the portal. "Gentlemen," they said to the guards simultaneously, and when the guards turned around, Cas and Gabriel sucker punched them into the wall behind them. As the guards struggled to get up, the spice bags were opened and they began reciting the incantation. Just as the guards were getting ready to return blows Cas and Gabriel emptied the spice bags over the guard's heads and watched them fall to the ground.
"We make a pretty good team Gabriel!" Cas said.
"We're not out of the woods yet baby bro, let's just get back to Metatron and get out of here!"
The only part of the plan that was left to chance was leaving Metatron in the hall while Cas and Gabriel dealt with the portal guards. Although they had given him a double dose of the ingredients in the sleeping spell, there was no way to know for sure if that would have the desired effect. When they turned the corner where they had left him, they looked down the hall and stopped dead in their tracks.
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Sam and Dean walked into the bunker together and headed downstairs. Dean went straight for the bourbon and asked "You mind?"
"It's 7:00 in the morning!" Sam said incredulously.
Pouring it into a glass anyway Dean said, "And I haven't slept in over two weeks Sam, so I'd say alcoholism is about the least of our concerns right now."
He moved to the table and sat down facing his brother and asked, "Are you sure you don't mind my being in here? I'd understand if you didn't know if you could trust me."
"Honestly Dean, it's not a question of whether or not I CAN trust you, it's more like whether or not I SHOULD. I mean, we've hardly spoken at all since the night..." Sam voice trailed off.
"Look, if we're gonna talk about this, then obviously we gotta be able to say it out loud. I'm a demon now Sam. Let's just call it what it is and get it out there."
Sam sighed, trying to find the wherewithal to say the words out loud, "Ok, you're a demon, but what does that mean for YOU Dean? We've dealt with a lot of demons over the years and not a single one was exactly like another. So, what is being a demon like for YOU?"
"I'm not sure how to explain it so that you can understand Sam. I can remember being human and what that was like, and this isn't anything like that. I can still feel emotions, but when I do, they're very intense. For example, when we were outside earlier, that was real! But it was also rare because usually my emotions run very dark. I feel a lot of hate, and a lot of rage! And like I said, they're intense! They can completely consume me sometimes, blinding me to everything else if I'm not careful."
"How do you handle that?" Sam asked, "What do you do to be careful?"
Thinking about that for a minute, Dean got very quiet, looked down at his feet and said "I'll be honest Sam, it's been a learning process, and I've made some mistakes along the way. I've done things I'm not proud of." Then he looked back up to his brother and said, "But I've also learned that to have any control, I have to make a plan and stick to it. That way I can focus on the task at hand and not lose myself to that madness."
Sam sat with that for a minute. Whatever mistakes his brother made, they'd deal with them, so in order to do that he had to ask: "What have you been doing Dean? Where have you been?"
"Would you believe hunting?" Dean laughed, "In fact, you almost caught up with me in East Point!"
"The ghoul in Wyoming? That was you?" Sam remembered reading about a family that had been killed in East Point, Wyoming and after digging deeper, discovered several graves and corpses had been destroyed there as well. Since they hadn't hunted a ghoul in a while, he thought it might've gotten Dean's attention too, so he had gone to the victims house.
"Yep, right after I finished him off I heard Baby's purr outside as you pulled up to the house. I looked out the window and saw you walking up to the front door, so I zapped my ass out of there pronto!"
"Why didn't you wait for me?" But Sam knew the answer before he even asked the question.
Dean got real quiet again and said, "You saw that thing Sam, you know what I did." In fact, it was a scene Sam was sure he'd never be able to forget. By the time the end finally came for that ghoul, Sam was sure it was grateful.
The ghoul had started on the corpses, but then must've developed a desire for live food and devoured an entire family, including two kids. Now that he knew it was Dean, Sam was sure that must have been what set his brother off. There was blood and gore and body parts everywhere, in every room, and on every wall. Sam could tell the direction from which the body parts were severed by the spatter on the walls and where the limbs came to rest. A hand in one room, forearm in another, a calf here, a foot there, piece by piece was hacked away until all that was left was the head and torso. However, being that the only way to kill a ghoul is by decapitation or severe brain injury it lived on in what must've been torturous agony. Sam had followed the blood trail throughout the house until he found the corpse in the living room. The torso had been mutilated beyond recognition and a final gush of blood had escaped from the neck where the head had finally been severed.
"That was the first time I tried to hunt as a demon. Before that I was just running around zapping myself from town to town trying to stay ahead of you and Crowley, and trying to wrap my head around what was going on inside me. I had completely lost control, so I couldn't exactly stick around and face you right after I had done that Sammy." Pouring another drink Dean continued, "Don't get me wrong, the dick had it coming after gorging on that entire family! But I didn't just end the thing Sam, I destroyed it, inside and out! And the really sick part was that I ENJOYED it!"
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Cas and Gabriel breathed a huge sigh of relief when they saw Metatron was still slumped over on the floor exactly where they had left him. "Thank God!" Cas said as they each got under his arms again and dragged him into the portal to get back to earth as quickly as possible.
It was now early evening and after dumping Metatron in the backseat of the car, the angels took a minute to catch their breath. "Wings Castiel! He doesn't die until we get our wings!" Gabriel said.
When they got into the car, Cas called Sam to let him know they were on their way. Surprised to find out Dean was already there, he told Sam it was imperative that he talk to Dean first, before the interrogation began. Having just learned what his brother was now capable of, Sam couldn't have agreed more, so they hung up expecting to see each other again in about thirty minutes.
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"That was Cas." Sam said.
Sam always did enjoy stating the obvious Dean thought, "Yeah, I figured. Any surprises?"
"Only that you were here," Sam laughed nervously, "but the mission itself went well. They got him out, and they're bringing him here. Heaven's probably putting it all together as we speak so they're busting tail to get here as fast as they can. Once they're here of course, no one will be able to trace their location thanks to the bunker."
"Sounds good, now quit beating around the bush Sam, what don't you want to tell me?"
Sam sighed and figured it was better to just come right out with it. "About what you were saying before: Dean, you were right. That ghoul did have it coming, and don't get me wrong here because Metatron does too! But like you said yourself, we need to come up with a plan to get the job done right! We have to find out what he knows first Dean, and you can't let the rage and the hate you've got inside get the better of you before we find out! Now, Cas says he needs to talk with you before you get in the room with him, so I suggest we let them get Metatron inside and get him restrained and secured before he even knows you're here. Then we can all sit down and come up with a plan, whatever you need to keep it together and stay focused on getting the job done okay? Then we can take it from there."
Dean was getting wound up just anticipating the impending pleasure of inflicting unimaginable agony, so of course Sam was right. A deal's a deal, and he promised Cas if they let him kill the sonofabitch, he would get the information they needed from him first.
Dean threw his hands up in surrender and said, "OK Sam, when you're right, you're right. How about I just not be here at all when they arrive? Why tempt fate, right?"
"Really?" Sam said as more of a statement than a question.
"Sure, how about I run out for a little while and pick up some things, then come back in say, an hour?"
Stunned that Dean was taking this so well Sam said, "Yeah, that should work. You sure you're alright with this?"
"Tell ya what, you let me take this bottle of "Hunter's Helper" with me and we'll call it a deal."
Dean stuck his hand out and Sam reached for it with his own, knowing this was all just a little too easy. They shook on it and then, with Sam's arm still stretched, Dean vanished from right in front of his eyes. Sam just shook his head and laughed to himself, wondering just how long Dean had been planning that and said, "He must love that shit!"
Author: sil9800
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel
Pairing: GEN - None
Rating: R (changed for this chapter)
Warnings/contains: Adult Language and Violence (more than previous chapters)
Word count: 10,754
Summary: Picks up immediately after 9x23 “Do You Believe in Miracles.” As Dean slowly realizes what’s happened and what he’s become, Team Free Will is gutted by the loss of Dean’s humanity and must figure out how to save him while also dealing with Cas’ fading grace. All comments welcome and encouraged! WIP - Updates to follow every few days.
A/N: Please note this chapter is more violent than previous chapters.
**DISCLAIMER** I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters portrayed on the show and make no profit from this storytelling; however, I do have the utmost respect for those that do!
Cas opened his eyes once again feeling healthy and refreshed, and ready for the mission ahead. Gabriel on the other hand, was resting against a nearby tree which Cas thought odd until he realized the angel must have been bored out of his mind waiting for Cas to recover from his grace being recharged. In an effort to liven things up a bit, Cas took the opportunity to attempt a little humor so he walked over to Gabriel, squat down and said, "Thank you brother, though not for almost killing me."
As usual Cas' so-called humor was completely lost on its subject, so Gabriel replied, "Bro, if I hadn't powered you back up..."
"I know!" Cas said with an exaggerated grin and a nudge, "I was just kidding there."
Gabriel couldn't help but laugh at the LACK of humor, which in turn only gave Cas a false sense of accomplishment. "Riiight!" Gabriel said, "Well OK then, are you ready for this?"
Cas nodded as they stood up to make their way towards the prison, going over every detail of the plan they devised to break Metatron out.
The head guard on duty was one of the smarter ones they had to leave in place to make sure Metatron didn't break out on his own, so Gabriel walked up to him very casually, as if this was no big deal at all, and said "Hey Liam, Castiel here wants to have a chat with Metatron, how's he doing today?"
Liam looked past Gabriel to see Cas standing there with his hands in both pockets of his trench coat. "Castiel!" he said, "How are you brother? We were all worried about you."
"I'm much better now Liam, thank you. May we see him?" Cas asked.
"I don't know, they worked him over pretty good today so he's not in very good shape. I'll need to get approval before I can let you go in." Liam stated.
Gabriel leaned over and quietly said, "Who do you think fixed up our brother here? Look, you know who I am, and you know who Castiel is, so therefore, you also know that we wouldn't let anything happen to him. Besides, Castiel himself isn't fully healed yet; he just wants to talk to Metatron. Surely that wouldn't be a problem, right?"
Liam may have been listening to Gabriel, but all he heard was that an archangel and heaven's de facto leader wanted something only he could give at the moment, so he was in a position of some power here! Maybe they could ALL get something out of this.
Liam motioned for Castiel to step over to the desk where he and Gabriel were standing and said "You know, this job isn't too bad here, but it's not exactly where I want to spend the rest of eternity. In fact, if the two of you put a good word in for me, perhaps I could even get transferred. I believe I could be very useful to the cause at the home office!"
Yep, this guy definitely thinks for himself, Gabriel thought. He looked at Liam and said "Ya know, now that you mention it, I think you may be right! Tell ya what, you let us talk to Metatron alone for a few minutes and we'll see what we can do about getting you transferred. I can't promise the home office, but we could certainly try."
Feeling quite proud of himself, Liam said, "Thank you, brothers! I'll get him set up in the interrogation room right away."
"Thanks." Gabriel said, "Oh, and Liam? Let's not clue him in on who's coming to dinner, K?" Liam then nodded and walked away.
As they waited, Cas counted at least 3 other guards walking around with seemingly nothing to do. Trying to avoid eye contact or being noticed, he looked down at the floor and quietly said "We need to get these guys out of here Gabriel. The fewer angels that know we're here the better."
When Liam returned, Gabriel put his arm around the guard's shoulder and said "One more small favor if you don't mind Liam, Cas here is a little shy, and as you can imagine, doesn't like a lot of attention. You suppose there's any chance we could get those guards over there to another area for a little while?"
"No problem," Liam said and immediately tapped into the prison guard frequency of angel radio, "Attention: all guards on duty. There will be a surprise prisoner inspection effective immediately! Please report to your charges at once to search them and their quarters. Findings are due on my desk in one hour!"
"Perfect!" Gabriel said, and as they headed to the interrogation room he thought maybe Liam WOULD be good at the home office! Too bad he'll probably be the one taking the blame for what was about to happen.
Cas and Gabriel opened the door to the interrogation room and found Metatron sitting in a chair with his head hung down to his chest, bloody and dirty from the obvious beatings and other forms of torture he had endured. Without the strength to even look up he said, "So, what's the plan to get me out of here Castiel?"
Gabriel was certain Liam hadn't said anything to Metatron about their visit, and was therefore stunned that Metatron had correctly guessed what was about to happen and even more surprised that he assumed Cas was the one doing it. Cas however didn't look surprised at all. What the hell was going on?
"Time for you to take a little nap Metatron." Cas said as he grabbed the larger of three spice bags out of his trench coat and began reciting an incantation. He blew the entire contents into Metatron's face while Gabriel put a bag over his head. Cas then gave Gabriel one of the two remaining spice bags while they positioned themselves under Metatron's arms and began dragging him out of the room.
With all the guards busy with the "surprise inspection," they had a clear shot to the hallway leading to the portal. Right before turning the last corner, they sat their prisoner down on the floor against the wall, turned the corner and walked over to the angels guarding the portal. "Gentlemen," they said to the guards simultaneously, and when the guards turned around, Cas and Gabriel sucker punched them into the wall behind them. As the guards struggled to get up, the spice bags were opened and they began reciting the incantation. Just as the guards were getting ready to return blows Cas and Gabriel emptied the spice bags over the guard's heads and watched them fall to the ground.
"We make a pretty good team Gabriel!" Cas said.
"We're not out of the woods yet baby bro, let's just get back to Metatron and get out of here!"
The only part of the plan that was left to chance was leaving Metatron in the hall while Cas and Gabriel dealt with the portal guards. Although they had given him a double dose of the ingredients in the sleeping spell, there was no way to know for sure if that would have the desired effect. When they turned the corner where they had left him, they looked down the hall and stopped dead in their tracks.
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Sam and Dean walked into the bunker together and headed downstairs. Dean went straight for the bourbon and asked "You mind?"
"It's 7:00 in the morning!" Sam said incredulously.
Pouring it into a glass anyway Dean said, "And I haven't slept in over two weeks Sam, so I'd say alcoholism is about the least of our concerns right now."
He moved to the table and sat down facing his brother and asked, "Are you sure you don't mind my being in here? I'd understand if you didn't know if you could trust me."
"Honestly Dean, it's not a question of whether or not I CAN trust you, it's more like whether or not I SHOULD. I mean, we've hardly spoken at all since the night..." Sam voice trailed off.
"Look, if we're gonna talk about this, then obviously we gotta be able to say it out loud. I'm a demon now Sam. Let's just call it what it is and get it out there."
Sam sighed, trying to find the wherewithal to say the words out loud, "Ok, you're a demon, but what does that mean for YOU Dean? We've dealt with a lot of demons over the years and not a single one was exactly like another. So, what is being a demon like for YOU?"
"I'm not sure how to explain it so that you can understand Sam. I can remember being human and what that was like, and this isn't anything like that. I can still feel emotions, but when I do, they're very intense. For example, when we were outside earlier, that was real! But it was also rare because usually my emotions run very dark. I feel a lot of hate, and a lot of rage! And like I said, they're intense! They can completely consume me sometimes, blinding me to everything else if I'm not careful."
"How do you handle that?" Sam asked, "What do you do to be careful?"
Thinking about that for a minute, Dean got very quiet, looked down at his feet and said "I'll be honest Sam, it's been a learning process, and I've made some mistakes along the way. I've done things I'm not proud of." Then he looked back up to his brother and said, "But I've also learned that to have any control, I have to make a plan and stick to it. That way I can focus on the task at hand and not lose myself to that madness."
Sam sat with that for a minute. Whatever mistakes his brother made, they'd deal with them, so in order to do that he had to ask: "What have you been doing Dean? Where have you been?"
"Would you believe hunting?" Dean laughed, "In fact, you almost caught up with me in East Point!"
"The ghoul in Wyoming? That was you?" Sam remembered reading about a family that had been killed in East Point, Wyoming and after digging deeper, discovered several graves and corpses had been destroyed there as well. Since they hadn't hunted a ghoul in a while, he thought it might've gotten Dean's attention too, so he had gone to the victims house.
"Yep, right after I finished him off I heard Baby's purr outside as you pulled up to the house. I looked out the window and saw you walking up to the front door, so I zapped my ass out of there pronto!"
"Why didn't you wait for me?" But Sam knew the answer before he even asked the question.
Dean got real quiet again and said, "You saw that thing Sam, you know what I did." In fact, it was a scene Sam was sure he'd never be able to forget. By the time the end finally came for that ghoul, Sam was sure it was grateful.
The ghoul had started on the corpses, but then must've developed a desire for live food and devoured an entire family, including two kids. Now that he knew it was Dean, Sam was sure that must have been what set his brother off. There was blood and gore and body parts everywhere, in every room, and on every wall. Sam could tell the direction from which the body parts were severed by the spatter on the walls and where the limbs came to rest. A hand in one room, forearm in another, a calf here, a foot there, piece by piece was hacked away until all that was left was the head and torso. However, being that the only way to kill a ghoul is by decapitation or severe brain injury it lived on in what must've been torturous agony. Sam had followed the blood trail throughout the house until he found the corpse in the living room. The torso had been mutilated beyond recognition and a final gush of blood had escaped from the neck where the head had finally been severed.
"That was the first time I tried to hunt as a demon. Before that I was just running around zapping myself from town to town trying to stay ahead of you and Crowley, and trying to wrap my head around what was going on inside me. I had completely lost control, so I couldn't exactly stick around and face you right after I had done that Sammy." Pouring another drink Dean continued, "Don't get me wrong, the dick had it coming after gorging on that entire family! But I didn't just end the thing Sam, I destroyed it, inside and out! And the really sick part was that I ENJOYED it!"
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Cas and Gabriel breathed a huge sigh of relief when they saw Metatron was still slumped over on the floor exactly where they had left him. "Thank God!" Cas said as they each got under his arms again and dragged him into the portal to get back to earth as quickly as possible.
It was now early evening and after dumping Metatron in the backseat of the car, the angels took a minute to catch their breath. "Wings Castiel! He doesn't die until we get our wings!" Gabriel said.
When they got into the car, Cas called Sam to let him know they were on their way. Surprised to find out Dean was already there, he told Sam it was imperative that he talk to Dean first, before the interrogation began. Having just learned what his brother was now capable of, Sam couldn't have agreed more, so they hung up expecting to see each other again in about thirty minutes.
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"That was Cas." Sam said.
Sam always did enjoy stating the obvious Dean thought, "Yeah, I figured. Any surprises?"
"Only that you were here," Sam laughed nervously, "but the mission itself went well. They got him out, and they're bringing him here. Heaven's probably putting it all together as we speak so they're busting tail to get here as fast as they can. Once they're here of course, no one will be able to trace their location thanks to the bunker."
"Sounds good, now quit beating around the bush Sam, what don't you want to tell me?"
Sam sighed and figured it was better to just come right out with it. "About what you were saying before: Dean, you were right. That ghoul did have it coming, and don't get me wrong here because Metatron does too! But like you said yourself, we need to come up with a plan to get the job done right! We have to find out what he knows first Dean, and you can't let the rage and the hate you've got inside get the better of you before we find out! Now, Cas says he needs to talk with you before you get in the room with him, so I suggest we let them get Metatron inside and get him restrained and secured before he even knows you're here. Then we can all sit down and come up with a plan, whatever you need to keep it together and stay focused on getting the job done okay? Then we can take it from there."
Dean was getting wound up just anticipating the impending pleasure of inflicting unimaginable agony, so of course Sam was right. A deal's a deal, and he promised Cas if they let him kill the sonofabitch, he would get the information they needed from him first.
Dean threw his hands up in surrender and said, "OK Sam, when you're right, you're right. How about I just not be here at all when they arrive? Why tempt fate, right?"
"Really?" Sam said as more of a statement than a question.
"Sure, how about I run out for a little while and pick up some things, then come back in say, an hour?"
Stunned that Dean was taking this so well Sam said, "Yeah, that should work. You sure you're alright with this?"
"Tell ya what, you let me take this bottle of "Hunter's Helper" with me and we'll call it a deal."
Dean stuck his hand out and Sam reached for it with his own, knowing this was all just a little too easy. They shook on it and then, with Sam's arm still stretched, Dean vanished from right in front of his eyes. Sam just shook his head and laughed to himself, wondering just how long Dean had been planning that and said, "He must love that shit!"