[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3] 

Dean rolled his eyes at Castiel’s long winded response to Bobby’s words and his own.  But as the words washed over him, he narrowed his eyes, realizing that Castiel was literally telling him that the entirety of the situation they were fighting was because he was resurrected.  The self hatred that Dean fought with every day began to bubble up, and the fear that he was better off dead took over as he swallowed and stared at Castiel’s face as he continued.

Dean frowned a bit deeper as Castiel explained that the angels would obliterate the town they were headed to, if they failed to save the seal, “Now hold on a second…”.

  It was power they had never dealt with before, and a concept that Dean couldn’t sit back and let happen.  They had to stop this seal, no matter what it took, or thousands of people were going to die.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, but when he opened them, Castiel was gone, “Don’t give me time to respond, you dick!”

Dean screamed the words up at the ceiling, slamming a fist on the table in front of him.  He glanced around the room at everyone, trying to keep his cool, but he was terrified.  Now, the angels were giving them make or break tasks, and it was something that he couldn’t fathom without stress.

“Well, I guess we had better try, right?”, he turned his eyes to Mika and shrugged.  He shot a glance toward his brother, momentarily remembering that Castiel had said something about Annabeth's demon blood activities, "And on the way, me and Sammy are going to have a conversation..."