Hi guys:)
SO this is a story that I had written a few months ago. I was cleaning my room and I found it! Yayay...

So anyway, I reread it and thought it was pretty good, just needed a few tweaks...and this is the out come! Enjoy!

Porro!

Dean hated witches. What with them spewing their bodily fluids all over the place...they were just plain uncanitary! So when Bobby mentioned a possible witch problem in some small town in Indiana, Dean groaned in disgust and annoyance. His earlier neutral mood turned sour instantly.

"C'mon Bobby, call some one else to take care of it. I am so not in the mood for a witch."

Sam and Bobby looked up at Dean with stunned edxpressions. Sam looked him up and down in concern, "Dean," he said gently, "are you all right?"

Dean looked at Sam's concerned expression and Bobby's shocked one and instantly put up is facade of self-confience, "Yeah guys, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

Sam and Bobby exchanged unconvinced looks...which Dean caught. It darkened his mood even more.

"Look you guys, I'm fine, okay? Just peachy! So stop acting like there is something wrong when there's not! Jesus, what's up with you two?"

Bobby's facial expression went from concerned to pissed in about .05 seconds.

"Look here boy! We are just worried about the way you been moppin' around here. Acting like there aint nothin' to live for. And now you're refusing to go on a hunt. When innocent people are getting killed! You know a dog's sick when he stops eatin' and carryin' on. And boy, you are one sick dog! Ever since Cass-"

Dean stood up so suddenly the wooden chair he was sitting in toppled over with a loud BANG! "DON'T!" Dean yelled, "I don't need this from you two! I don't need anyone reminding me of what he did. I don't need reminding that I couldn't stop it, alright?"

Dean could take the lectures on how screwed up he was, but the one thing that he could not take was the mentioning of Castiel, his lost angel.

Dean could feel hot tears stream down his cheeks. Tears which he had swore he wouldn't let fall came down, and once it started, he couldn't stop them from pouring.

Bobby and Sam looked at him , shocked at his reaction. None of them realized just how hard Dean was taking Castiel's betrayal.

Dean stummbled blindly out of the kitchen, but not before grabbing the half-empty bottle of Jack that was sitting on the counter beside the door. Taking a swig of it he ran outside into the auto junk yard, slamming the door behind him to let both men inside he did not want to be followed.

Okay, wow. This is a really short chapter...but then I am notorious for those things! Originally, though, it was a one-shot. But I wanted to change that! SO this is the result...a short first chapter:)

Thanks for reading!