"Cas!" Dean yelled. He ran over to the angel and put pressure on the bleeding stomach wound. Castiel groaned while his eyes rolled back into his head.
Sam fought off the wendigo with the flamethrower. Dean would have, but his friend came first. The beast let out a blood-curdling screech and it's body lowered to the ground. It laid burnt, and lifeless.
"Come on, buddy." Dean said, gripping even tighter at the wound. The blood is seeping through his fingers and below his palm. He grabbed the blue-eyed-beauty's cheek and lifted his head. "Get the car." He said, looking at Sam. Little brother Winchester ran out of sight. The woods were thick and vast. Getting a wounded being out would be difficult. Not that it wasn't worth it.
Sam parked the Impala and made his way back to where they were. He followed his brother's tracks. When he finally caught up, he saw Castiel's body; nearly lifeless in Dean's arms. Blood fell into almost every foot-hole Dean made in the dirt and fallen leaves.
"The car's up here to the right." Sam said. Dean managed to get up the hill with this heavy angel in his arms. When they made it to Baby, Sam opened the back door and got around to the driver's seat. Dean laid Castiel in the backseat and slid in next to him.
"Hold on." Dean said to Cas. The angel's eyes were barely open.
When they finally got to the bunker, they cleared the big map table and Dean laid Castiel onto it. Sam ran to get some bandages and rags.
"Damn British Men of Letters." Dean grumbled, grabbing the bandages out of Sam's hands.
"They only get in the way." Sam thought out loud. Mary then walked into the frantic and, frankly, emotional room.
"What happened?" She asked. The look on her face was sympathetic and horror-filled.
"A British Men of Letter's foot-soldier shot Cas. Apparently, it seems to be a supernatural poison." Sam answered.
"Your little tea-suckers got in our way again and now it might cost Cas his life." Dean said, red in the face. He saw a little bit of light in his peripheral vision.
"Dean?" A soft, raspy voice said. Castiel opened his bright blue eyes. Everyone always said he was the sexiest angel in the garrison.
"Hey." Sam said, as softly as a gigantic moose could. Cas tried to sit up but failed horribly. He groaned quite loudly and grabbed at his bandaged wound. He angrily ripped off said bandages and placed his hand over the bloody hole in his body. A bright light emitted from his palm and engulfed the room. The wound closed up and a scar appeared.
"Wait…" Dean said. "There's never been a scar before." He looked at Sam but made sure not to look at Mary.
"It'll take some time to disappear. It'll hurt like Hell for a few days but the blood's staying in." Castiel explained, again, trying to get up. The Winchester boys helped him. Mary stepped forward to assist but Dean waved her off. She stepped back and calmly crossed her arms, with a sympathetic look on her face.
"Tell me who did this or what he looks like and I'll go to…" She started. Dean lifted his hand to tell her to stop. She did.
"Get…Just get out." Dean said. "Just leave." He wrapped Castiel's arm around his neck and helped the little angel waddle to Dean's room to lay down.
"Dean…" Sam tried. He didn't turn around. He kept walking with Cas until he turned the corner and was gone.
"No, it's fine. I get it." Mary said. Sam adjusted his stance, now fully facing his mother and crossed his arms.
"He's just a little upset about Cas, but…"
"Don't try and tell me it's not about me." She interrupted.
"Oh I won't. It's almost one hundred percent about you. Those guys beat you, Cas and Dean up; kidnapped me; and they've lied to you." He went on. "What more do you need to turn away from these sons of bitches?" He tilted his head tightened his crossed arms.
"We've done good work, Sammy." He looked slightly angry after that sentence.
"Don't call me that. Only Dean gets to call me that." Sam said. Dean walked back around the corner, with some towels and a bucket full of water.
Oh. She's still here. Dean thought. He walked over to the bloody table. He set the bucket on the ground and the towels next to it.
"Dean." Mary said. He didn't want to speak to her so he started walking out of the room to avoid getting angry. "Dean!" She stepped forward.
"No! No, Mary!" Dean's yelling is powerful and rippling throughout the bunker. He fully turns around, now, facing her and his brother. "You're still going to work with them after this, aren't you?!"
"Just let me explain, Dean." She said, softer than her roaring son.
"No! No explaining! You know what they did to Sam; to us! But no! You're still friggin' working with 'em! I'm done!" Immediately, after he finished his sentence, he's turned back around and leaving the room. Sam decided it was best if he went to check on Castiel and "if" he had heard all of that, explain what was going on. Mary walked around the table and picked up a towel. She dipped it into the water and began cleaning the blood up. Dean surely wasn't coming back after that. When she finished wetting the blood, she dried the table with a second towel. When she finished, she put the two dirty rags into the bucket and sat down in one of the chairs. She put her elbows on the table and her head in her palms.
The boys need to know. She thought.