A/N: it's far too long since I updated. I'm in a big fic writing mood atm so hopefully I'll get some more writte
"So why the corpse?" Ruby asked; leaning against the doorframe, "didn't think you would go for the dead girl look."
"It's fun to recycle," the demon joked. "Besides it will be funny when Dean Winchester finds out that his daughter's mother's body is being used to house a demon."
"So that's the only reason?"
"And I need to keep it away from the angels. If they got their hands on it then that would be... unfortunate."
"Wouldn't want it getting into the wrong hands," Ruby smirked."
"Things really aren't going to plan are they?" Ruby said as she sauntered across the room and sat down in the chair.
"Not at the moment, but it will do eventually. This has been pre-destined to happen for millennia. Sam Winchester has been intrinsically linked in this from the moment his mother made that silly little deal of hers. The plan is set in motion; all we need is for it all to come together."
"And what if it doesn't?" Ruby asked, sounding sceptical at what she had been saying.
"It will," the woman replied; her voice sounding light and childlike. "You just have to have a little bit of faith."
"I think we should send her sorry ass back to hell," Dean said to Sam; the earlier understanding of Sam's situation had completely disappeared and now all Dean could think about was sending the demon bitch back to hell.
"Why?" Sam asked in response. He didn't really see the point of sending her back to hell. They did have bigger things to worry about after all and Sam didn't see her as much of a threat. "She hasn't done anything to make us do that."
"She manipulated you. She lied to you. She tried to turn you evil. I think they are three very good reasons to send her ass back to hell."
"But why did she do it? She must have a reason for acting the way she did."
"She's a demon, that's the only motivation she needs. Lying and deceit are in her nature Sam."
"I get that I do but..."
"Do you get it?" Dean interrupted. "Really? Because I don't think you do. You're trying to give a demon the benefit of the doubt. A demon who lied to you and told you a demon killed the woman you loved. I don't think she's the kind of person to be listening to and taking life lessons from. I don't give a damn about what she wants or why she wants it, I just want her gone because whatever it is can't be good."
"I guess so," Sam replied quietly thinking about what Dean was saying. He was right; of course he was right; especially when it came to demons. She couldn't be trusted and she had proved that on more than one occasion. She had told him how to find Joanne's killer; playing on his grief and need for revenge but she had lied about that. A demon hadn't killed her; a regular crazy woman had done that and now Sam was still left with an empty hole inside himself. "I just wanted to believe so bad."
"I know you did," Dean said as he sat down on the bed next to his younger brother. "But you just gotta let it go. We don't need any more of this in our lives. You need to put all of this mess behind you and concentrate on helping me look after Shelly," Dean grinned and Sam rolled his eyes.
"Is that all I'm good for?"
"Fine," Sam pretended to pout. "So what do we do now?"
"We try and work on getting things back to normal."
"What about the angels and Lilith?" Sam had bog concerns about this. If Lilith was as bad as everybody seemed to think she was then they would have one hell of a fight in front of them.
"We'll jump off that bridge when we come to it. I just wanna put my daughter first. I don't want to lose her again. I can't lose her again." Dean wasn't too concerned about everything at the moment. He wished he could push everything under the carpet and hide away from this very obvious problem.
"Then we'll do that," Sam told him as he stood up. "I'm hungry. I think I'm gonna go grab something to eat. Do you want anything?"
"Sure; get me anything. And pie. Get me some pie."
"Fine I'll get you some pie," Sam grinned as he grabbed his jacket. "Because God knows you can't live without pie,"
"Don't mock, just buy," Dean said as he threw a pillow at his exiting brother. As the door closed Dean slowly stood up and picked the pillow back up; throwing it on the bed.
He then moved across the room towards Michelle's crib and he stared at his sleeping daughter. She looked so peaceful and completely unaware of everything that had happened to her over the last few weeks. Dean was grateful that she would never remember any of this; even though it would be burned into his memory for the rest of his life.
"Hey there little girl," he whispered softly and gently stroked the top of her head. She stirred slightly but she didn't wake; she just lay looking content. Dean smiled and continued to watch his daughter until he became aware that he was no longer alone in the room. He visibly tensed up and prepared to attack. "You know it isn't a good idea to sneak up on a hunter. You never know what I might do to you," Dean didn't turn to face the man behind him; he just faced his daughter and his body was hidden in the shadows.
"You cannot harm me," Castiel informed him.
Dean smirked, "Can always try though. What do you want?"
"I see you found your daughter."
"Very perceptive of you," Dean retorted sarcastically. "Now what d'ya want? Because I don't think it's to admire my daughter."
"I came to talk to you."
"Let me guess, it's about all those demons you were talking about the other day," Dean turned around to face Castiel and grunted at the pain in his side that moving caused.
"Thanks for pointing out the god damned obvious," Dean said with a little more anger than he had intended. It wasn't the Angel's fault he didn't know what happened but he was really beginning to get on his nerves. Dean thought it was his attitude; assuming that Dean would do whatever he told him to like God's good little lap dog. Dean hated the assumption. "Just tell me what you want," Dean said wearily and sat down on the edge of the bed; clutching his side to try to ease the pain.
"Lilith is moving forwards with her plan to raise Lucifer."
"Why should I care?"
"Because if she succeeds then it would mean the complete destruction of all life on earth."
"So, not the happy apocalypse then?" Dean asked in jest but Castiel just gave him a confused look. "Never mind."
"This is no time to be joking."
"But why do you want me to do it? I'm not special. I'm just a guy; I can't do this so why don't you just leave me alone?"
"You can do this Dean, you MUST do this."
"You still haven't told me why you want me to save the world. You give me some spiel about Lilith wanting Shelly and about how my brother is wither gonna be evil or dead but you haven't actually told me why I have to do this."
"They aren't reason enough to do this?" Castiel asked; although he already knew the answer to his own question. Dean would do anything for his family, especially when they were in danger.
"Of course they are but I just want to be left alone. I don't want to do this. I don't want to be God's bitch."
"Dean, this is the most important thing that you will ever do," Castiel told him; his voice remaining calm and even. "Not only will you be saving your family you will also be saving the world. The impending war will wipe out all human life if it is allowed to continue without your intervention. Heaven's army is already depleted from the fighting and only you can help."
"Then why don't you get Sam to do it? He believes in all of this religious crap."
"Sam is on the peripheral of good and evil. He could go either way and we don't want him on the side of evil. Azazel had a plan for him but he concealed it from us so we don't know what it is. You have to keep Sam right and stop him from heading down the wrong path. You have to stop him. Or we will.
Dean could only sit and stare in horror at what the angel had just told him.