Dean had never panicked like this in his whole damn life. Nothing Cas or Sam said helped at all, just frustrated the freakin' hell outta him and made him freak out more. Little lights streaked across the dark sky; if it wasn't so tragic he would've thought it beautiful. Angels. Falling. You.

"Dean-"

Sam grits out, in pain from finishing the trials to close the gates of Hell.

"She'll be okay, we'll find her."

Dean's stormy green eyes shoot to his brother, blazing with both anger and absolute desperation.

"Like hell she's okay!"

He shouts, running a hand violently through his hair and starting towards the impala. He couldn't just stand around anymore.

"Dean, we don't know where to begin looking for her. If you just wait until I can receive more inf-"

Dean cuts Cas off, sending a glare in the angel's direction.

"I'll find her. I know my girl. I know her, goddammit."

His voice breaks and the impala door slams shut behind him as he zips alone down the road, eyes worriedly watching the lights fall from the sky. Where are you, angel? He thinks, feeling his heart race from where it had fallen into his stomach. God, he felt sick. He felt useless and horrible and weak. He wanted to personally pick every one of Metatron's bones out of his little hideous body. Fuck him for hurting you. Fuck him for sending you falling without your grace from Heaven. God, he had to catch you.