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Anna came back with the car about five minutes later.

Castiel had fainted in Dean's embrace by then, and Dean was practically sweating, trying to think of something, anything, he could do to help the angel. Besides calling on Garzardiel, he didn't think there was much else possible. So he laid Cas carefully across the backseat of the Metallicar and yelled for Gazardiel, hating himself for it. Gazardiel appeared instantly, his face betaying his rage.

"What did you do?" he yelled, peering into the car at Castiel. "Oh, this is fucking incredible, you know that, Dean? Castiel saves you from hell, helps you constantly, even gets demoted because of you, and this is how you repay him? You let him get attacked by a fucking demon?"

Anna chuckled.

Dean groaned. "I didn't let him get attacked, Gazardiel, it just sort of happened, and I wasn't even there! Anna, shut the hell up or get away from me."

"Fine." Anna disappeared again.

Gazardiel put his hand on Cas's forehead and chanted softly for a moment, then pulled back. Cas was stirring, murmuring softly in Latin. Dean leaned closer, trying to make out the words.

"EGO diligo vos Dean Winchester. You've servo meus vita , licitus mihi vivo is denuo. EGO diligo vos , venator , odio quis vos may puto. EGO would redono meus venia vobis."

Dean sighed. "Dammit, I can't understand what he's saying."

"Maybe that's for the better," Gazardiel said, his face clouding. "No angel should be saying what he's saying, anyway, so you can simply disregard it. It has nothing to do with you, anyway."

"Excuse me? He said my name."

"And?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Okay, good for you, Castiel is better. Go away now. We don't need your help anymore." He skated his palm along the curve of Cas's wing.

"Humans," Romeo grunted before disappearing.

Castiel's blue eyes fluttered open, and Dean found his heart constricting at the warmth of the sapphire gems. Only Cas could ever reach down into his soul and make him feel all fluttery. Only Cas . . .

"Better now?" Dean asked.

"Much," Castiel admitted. "What did you do?"

"Called Gazardiel."

Castiel laughed and sat up, favoring his wings. " I should take these down. They don't fit so well in your car." The wings folded back and disappeared. "That's better. Oh shit! I don't have a shirt!"

Dean smiled. "You don't, do you? Don't worry, I'll stop somewhere and snag you one. Or . . . one of Sam's is on the seat behind you."

Cas reached back and pulled out the black t-shirt, then pulled it over his head. On Sam, it had always been a little big, but it clung to Castiel's body much like a second skin, outlining him perfectly. Dean couldn't believe the shirt could ever make him hard, but he was doing a hell of a job to hide his true feelings from Castiel. An angel of the Lord was not supposed to be so tempting.

"Come on," he said, gesturing to the passenger seat. "We've got some driving to do."

Castiel slid into the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt, something Dean wouldn't have done until that one moment. Dean buckled his and turned the key in the ignition, blushing when he heard the song that jumped on the radio. "Violet Hill" by Coldplay, a song so apt for the moment, it was ridiculous.

If you love me, won't you let me know?

"Pretty," Castiel said, nodding at the radio as Dean started driving through the woods. "Who sings it?"

"Coldplay," Dean said. ""Clocks" is better, but less romantic."

Cas smiled. "I took my love down to Violet Hill. There we sat in the snow. And all that time, he was silent still. Said, "If you love me, won't you let me know? If you love me, won't you let me know?" That's how it goes, correct?"

"Yeah." Dean looked up from the road he'd managed to find. "Do you like that song?"

"Very much so."

"I'll buy you the CD once we save Sam. Do you know where Asher's place is?"

"Yes, but he doesn't want us there yet. We should probably go get Bobby, to tell you the truth."

Dean nodded. Bobby's house wasn't that far away, as far as he knew, and it would be better to have back-up then to run in and hope for the best against a demon powerful enough to end the world. He swerved around a corner and nearly jumped out of his seat when Cas grabbed his arm.

"Dean! Slow down!" The angel's eyes were wide with fright, and, as Dean watched, his tongue slipped out to moisten his lips.

That was it. Dean was done.

He pulled into Bobby's house and ripped his seatbelt off, then slammed his door behind him as he headed for the front door. Bobby Singer opened the door before Dean had a chance to knock and let him in, then frowned when he saw Castiel.

"Uh, Dean?" the older hunter asked.

"Cas is cool."

Castiel walked in and nodded once at Bobby. "Thank you." He glanced sharply at Dean. "You had good parents. I find it hard to believe they never taught you how to say thank you. Bobby doesn't have to let you in, and he most certainly does not have to help you save Sam. But all you do is take it for granted that he always chooses to help you."

Dean glared at him. Fuck, even annoyed, Cas looked so pretty. And it was getting harder and harder for Dean Winchester to hide his little attraction to his guardian angel.

It's not an attraction, and he's not mine!

"Thank you, Bobby," Dean said, gritting his teeth. "Happy, Cas?"

"Yes."

Dean's eyes smoldered. "I'm so glad. Bobby, do you think Cas and I could crash here tonight? We have a little problem. Sam's possessed, and the demon possessing him doesn't want us showing up yet. Personally, I could care less when we show up as long as I get a chance to pull the Colt out and get rid of him, but-"

"If you shoot Sam's body, you'll kill Asher and Sam," Castiel said simply.

Dean stopped, paled. He'd forgotten that. If he tried to shoot Asher, Asher might flee and leave Sam to take the bullet. Or Asher might take it and take Sam with him. Or, to make it worse, if Dean didn't shoot period, Asher would have a chance to get the Colt, and the only reason the motherfucker wanted it anyway was to kill Castiel. Something Dean wouldn't let happen for as long as he could afford it.

"But I thought the Colt would only kill this demon," Bobby said.

"Under normal circumstances, yes," Castiel said. "But Sam has demon blood, and Asher has latched onto it."

"Oh," Bobby said. "Hey, wait a minute. I thought Bela took the Colt."

"She did," Dean said. "I don't know where I got it. I just had it." Both hunters glanced up at Castiel. Dean took a deep breath. "Castiel, this was with the Crossroads Demon. How did I get ahold of it?"

"I gave it to you," Castiel said simply.

"Yeah, but what the fuck did you have to give up to get it?" Dean asked.

"Less than I would have to help you," Castiel replied. "Now rest, Dean. It won't do to have you tired when we have to fight Asher."

"But-" Dean murmured. Already he was falling asleep on his feet. What had Cas done to him?

"Sleep, mien Liebe. Sleep."

Dean started to fall, and Cas darted out to catch him. He caught the last words Cas spoke, more Latin.

"Si vos diligo mihi won't vos permissum mihi teneo?"

That was easy to translate, and he did so just as his eyes closed.

If you love me, won't you let me know?