Cas all but knocks me over to get to Dean, lifting him away from all of our groping hands like he weighs nothing. Fallen back onto my ass on the hard stone, all I can do is watch, holding my breath, only half aware of my hand curling around Mike's.

When the light comes, the sound with it, I don't think to cover my ears until it's almost too late, my face half turned away from the last bright pulse.

And then it's just quiet, my ears still ringing, but under that, I can hear the rattle of Dean's steady breath.

Letting out a strangled sob, I wipe a hand across my face, stopping myself just short of crawling over toward the two of them. I dunno what stops me. Maybe it's Cas's face, and the fact that I was just reminded how fuckin' scary he can be. The fact that I'm pretty sure Cas isn't gonna let anybody touch Dean right now, without his permission.