Apr 11, 2014 17:14
"He did this, took this demonic taint upon himself. It was his choice." The angel's voice is cold and monotone, his expression never changing. "He is as much an abomination as you are, Sam Winchester. I tried to believe that you could be saved, but instead you have dragged your brother into the filth with you."
Sam pales. He'd called Castiel hoping the angel would have some insight into how to save Dean. Castiel had proved useful in the past, and he was Sam's last hope other than Crowley, who was clearly not an option.
He hadn't expected Castiel to turn his back on Dean completely.
"So you won't help us?" Sam asks. He's relieved his voice is steady, although he'd beg and cry if he thought it would sway the angel.
Castiel's expression twists into a harsh mask of disgust. "He was meant to be heaven's warrior, and now instead he has chosen to wallow in filth," the angel says contemptuously. "I will not help. If you call me again, I will rid the world of both Winchester abominations."
"Don't mind him, Sammy," Dean says, darkly amused. "He's just pissed Luci got in when Michael couldn't." Dean pushes his face into Sam's neck and presses an open mouthed kiss below his ear, one arm going around Sam's waist. "Come on. We've got better things to do than argue with this sanctimonious dick with wings."
"Do not call me again, Sam," the angel warns, then disappears.
"Don't worry, asshole," Sam mutters under his breath. "Calling you is the last thing I want to do."
"Aww don't fret, Sammy," Dean says cheerfully. "We're gonna be just fine."