Castiel ran up the stairs of the building and shoved the double doors open. He's immediately forced against the hard, brick wall. Castiel groans and tries to escape but His power is too strong. He is able to look up and see the Winchester he was trying to rescue. Sam was tied up to a metal chair, his eyes closed and his face bloody. Most likely, he's unconscious. Dean walks over to Castiel with a pair of black eyes and a smirk. "Glad you could make it, Cas," he says mockingly with the same smirk. Castiel struggles under Dean's power, but he is released. Dean watches as Castiel falls to the ground, his knees failing and dumping him on the ground. Dean looks down at him and takes the angel blade out of his hand. He smiles as he admires the sliver blade. Dean pulls Castiel to his feet, making them look at each other face to face, and then pierces Castiel with the blade in his chest. Castiel gasps in pain, the air burning in his lungs. "It's not really him," Castiel thinks as he looks into the demons eyes. Castiel moves his hand up to cover Dean's eyes. Only his eyes. The rest of him was still him, whithout the monster that took over. "Dean's dead. And now, so am I ...." Everything fades, before he's submerged into darkness.

 Castiel wakes up to himself screaming and in a cold sweat. He looks around in panic before realizing everything's okay. He remembers now. He's in a motel room with the Winchesters. He's sleeping on the couch. He's no longer an angel...