“If I have to die, so will you” Zoey said.
“No one has to die, moron!” Dean yelled angry. “Put the feu out, open the door, do something!”
Zoey shook her head. “I can’t. Crowley will kill me, if I let toi go”
“He’ll kill toi either way” Dean snapped.
“Well, if Cas doesn’t l’amour me I don’t care” Zoey exclaimed crying.
They heard a noise and looked aside. Cas opened his eyes and frowned.
“Dean?” he a dit hoarse.
“I’m here” Dean said, quickly walking to Cas. He helped Cas sit up and supported his back. He looked from Cas’ injuries to Zoey. “If toi really l’amour him, you’ll let him go”
Zoey shook her head.
Cas put his fingers in his blood and painted a sigil on the floor. He poked Dean and nodded weak at the bloody sign.
“What is it?” Zoey wanted to know.
But Dean put his hand on the sigil and he and Cas vanished in a blinding light.