It took two days. It was honestly longer than Dean had originally anticipated. Two days and suddenly there were bombs going off and people going through walls and wings stirring up copious amounts of dust. Dean was angry. Castiel even more so. All kindness they had shown each other only a few days previous was gone. Neither had the patience for each other. Both landed on the street, staring the other down.

"Hello, Dean. You would think you would learn," Castiel spoke, eyes burning, yet words soft.

"Me? Learn? You really are crazy Castiel. We all know that I don't learn. Not easily at least.

The wind fluttered the feathers on Castiel's wings. They were the normal pitch black and it actually reassured Dean some. This was normal. He knew how to handle this. He already knew the outcome of this situation. It made everything much easier. Cas jumped at him, blade drawn, and Dean barely phased through him in time. The raven-haired man turned towards him, blue eyes piecing Dean's very soul.

"Why do we even do this Cas? We never succeed. Why can't we just go back to the way things were before?"

Castiel bristled at the words. "Don't you think I would like that? That I would love to just go back to the way the things were before these powers? It's you though. You insist on doing the right thing with these curses. Either way, we are damned Dean. We can't escape wherever we may be headed. We can't even escape where we are now. We should at least be acting upon what we want. Who cares if it's right or not? We just need to live in the moment for once."

"Is that why you're trying to stab me?" Dean asked.

"Yes, of course, that's why I'm trying to stab you! Why else would I?"

Dean looked away, it all suddenly making sense. He glanced back up to Cas to see the other charging him once more, but this time he didn't duck away. The look of shock on Castiel's face, made him give a grim smile. The other clearly hadn't expected to actually be able to stab him. His body started to flicker as he had a few nights before. "Well Cas, I realized something," he chuckled, slowly falling to his knees, "it has never been about what society saw as right or wrong. It's what made me feel good. For me, that was helping people. I just wish that you had ended up with a passion that was even somewhat similar."

"N- No…" Castiel barely got out. "No. Dean, no. You aren't allowed to die. You were supposed to kill me. That's how it goes. The superhero kills the villain. Not the other way around," he hurridly cradled Dean in his arms. Watching his chest rise and fall with every little breath, Castiel quickly realized just how fragile human life was. One choice, one small action, could take it all away. "I don't kill you, Dean. I destroy you. You kill me. That's how… That's how it was in all the comic books you always made me read," he cried.

Struggling to breathe, it took the other sometime before they were able to answer. "You know Cas… Death… Death and destruction… There are nearly the same thing… Death… Death just destroys you in a different way… Also tends to affect the ones you love more."

"No. No. Don't you say that to me. Not you of all people. You have no right," he rocked back and forth shielding them both with his massive wings."Please, Dean. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry Cas. You did what you had to do to escape. That's the one thing we both can agree on. We wanted to escape. Even if you were at fault for this, I'd forgive you. I understand. Just wish we hadn't fought so much… Missed my friend," his voice started to drift.

The tears escaped and Castiel inhaled sharply. "I'm so sorry Dean… I missed you too. I missed you so much…" he whimpered.

Dean nodded softly. "I know… Be safe now Castiel. Don't destroy anything else," the man looked at Castiel, a tiny smile gracing his face before Cas watched that last bit of light leave his eyes.

Something in mind clicked and he started sobbing. He felt anger rush through his veins as memories were restored and corrected in his mind. The entire world flickered around him, the only things remaining being himself and Dean. He looked instinctively towards the glass window. "Congratulations Castiel. You made it. You and your friend gave up the longest test run of our lives. It was quite a struggle," a steel gray-eyed woman said from behind the glass. "Now forgive me for what's to happen next, but it's kind of required."

Something was shot out a little hole in the wall, hitting Castiel. He knew instantly what it was as he held Dean close to him. Tranquilizer dart. Dean had been right. Death and destruction nearly were the same way. Castiel just wished that it really had been the other way around.

Ah! This one isn't nearly as long and this wasn't supposed to go the way it did, but, please please PLEASE don't just up and leave. I have two more, longer and plot resolving chapters coming. Just hold on it will get better, I promise! Thank you for reading and please review!

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