Note: (I own nothing. Supernatural belongs to the CW and was created by Eric Kripke. Also, this fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only).
WARNING: (My spelling sucks).
Sam and Dean had yet again gone their separate ways. It never lasted, but that didn't make it any less painful each time. They were in a small town in North Carolina hunting a Djinn, both still on the job but doing things differently from each other. They'd been down this road a lot. Dean figured it was just a matter of time before they kissed and made up, so to speak. It wasn't his fault that they needed some time to get away from one another. It wasn't even Sam's fault. It was just the stress of the road, he told himself. After the Djinn was taken care of, Dean Winchester felt it best to move onto the next hunt as soon as he found one. He was sitting in the Impala reading various newspapers and using Sam's laptop for research. Sam had lent it to him before they separated, saying that Dean needed it more, considering the fact that Sam wasn't afraid he'd spontaneously com bust if he set foot in a library. As Dean searched for crap relating to more crap, he heard the familiar sound of unseen wings fluttering, and there was Castiel. Dean jumped. "Hello, Dean." Said Castiel from the passenger's side. Dean sighed, clearly agitated. Dean's silence was Castiel's cue. "I need your help." "Get right to the point, will ya'." Muttered Dean sarcastically, mostly to himself. Castiel only cocked his head to one side in his fundamental expression of bewilderment. Dean didn't bother to look at him, but instead kept himself engrossed in his work, making a point of being too busy for whatever it was that Cas wanted. "Dean, I-" "Oh, jackpot." Said Dean pointedly, and turned the laptop at an angle so that Castiel could see. "It sounds like the work of a Demon to me." Said Cas as he read over the information. "Yeah, I'm in agreement with you there. But hey, where there's one, there's many, right?" Castiel said nothing, but Dean didn't expect him to. "I could use another set of hands on this one, Cas. You wanna pitch in?" Castiel nodded. "I suppose." Dean closed the laptop, and said with his regular half genuine, half forced smile, "Awesome."
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Whatever Cas needed help with could wait, Dean told himself. It was something of little import. Cas mentioned something about being in a park and being persuaded by some random woman to read various different novels. Dean left it at that. He was glad for the hunt, an opportunity to get out of the same small town he'd been stuck in for almost a month now. As the duo drove down a mostly deserted highway other than a few cars passing their own here and there, Dean said, "It's good to be back on the road." Cas nodded absently, as if he even knew what the hell Dean was talking about. Dean figured he must have noticed that Sam wasn't with them, but after so many break ups, Cas probably just stopped wondering. There were reports of apparent demonic possession in a town in Connecticut. It was a ways to go, but nothing more than usual. As Dean found out, Cas was rather inpatient. That was nothing new either, though. Every time Dean stopped to use the bathroom, Castiel complained about how much faster it would have been if Dean would just get over himself and let him zap them to their destination. Dean was grateful it was the summer time. If they were to go to Connecticut in the winter, then Dean would have to stock up on warm clothes before hand, which he didn't do.
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They stayed at a crappy motel two states over, and Dean was so tired that he couldn't see straight as he trudged around the small space, removing his boots and his jacket. Cas stood in the center of the room, looking slightly puzzled. Dean flopped down onto the stiff mattress with a heavy sigh. "What's wrong, Cas?" Dean asked, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. "Nothing." He replied as he took a seat on the unattractive off green carpet. "What are you doing?" Said Dean as he sat back up on his bed. "Sitting." "Yeah, thanks genius. Look, I hope you're not planning on hanging around here." "I thought-" "I mean in this room." Interrupted Dean. "Where else am I to go?" Wondered Cas. "I don't know! Wander around the Earth doing stuff that it is you angels do." "But-" "Okay. I'm too tired to argue with you. You can stay, but don't watch me sleep." Castiel nodded like he was taking orders from one of his superiors. "Okay."
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Sleep came easily to Dean that night, and he had an erotic dream about some unknown Asian woman. He'd probably been giving too much attention to his collection of Busty Asian Beauties. When he woke, Cas was still in his sitting position on the floor. Dean groaned as he sat up in bed. He rubbed his eyes. "Good morning." Castiel looked up at him. He had been studying the rug intently, so it seemed. "Good morning, Dean." He replied, rising from the floor. "Ready to get back out there?" Said Dean with forced enthusiasm. Castiel nodded. Dean then headed into the tiny, dirty bathroom to relief himself. After he was done with that, he brushed his teeth and washed his face, then came back out. Cas was waiting patiently in the center of the room. "Alright, uh… I'm human, so-" "Breakfast?" Dean paused, a bit surprised by Castiel's acceptance of Dean's annoying human functions. "Yeah, breakfast." He confirmed as he slipped into his mandatory leather jacket. The two decided to go to a local dinner only a short walk from their motel. As Dean speed read the menu, not expressing much interest, Cas read his own. Dean raised one eyebrow at the angel sitting across from him. "You don't eat." "I find the options to be curious." Cas explained, calmly scanning the menu. Dean nodded, though he actually had no idea what Cas was doing. When a heavy set waitress in her mid thirties stopped by their table, Dean ordered a breakfast sandwich with a side of black coffee. Cas said he didn't want anything. Well, Cas said he didn't eat, but Dean quickly covered that up. They were silent for most of the time that Dean ate, until Castiel spoke up. "Are you sure our services are required?" "Hmm?" Dean said through a mouthful of food. "The demonic possessions in that town." Cas explained, leaning forward. "I mean-" just then, Cas held a hand to his head as it ached from the piercing noise of angelic communication. Dean frowned. "Cas, you okay?" Cas returned his solemn expression, and then said, "I have to go." "Cas-" "Dean." Cas cut him off firmly. "Cas, how the hell am I suppose to handle this on my own?" "You're a hunter, Dean." Castiel replied, a trace of annoyance in his tone. "Yeah, but this is a whole town we're talking about." "What about your brother, then?" Dean was silent. Cas sighed, and it sounded oddly natural. Dean grunted in a huff, and pushed his plate to the center of the table. "Fine. How about this… I wait for you?" "Dean, I don't know how long I'll be gone, and this sounds like an important hunt." "Yeah, it does, but I'm not doing it alone." They starred each other down for a moment. Dean figured there were tons of other hunters already swarming in that town full of demons, but he wanted Cas to stay. Whenever him and Sam split up, he felt the need to be companionable with someone, and Cas was his best friend. "I'll be back as soon as I can." Said Castiel, then vanished. Dean let out a long sigh. "Dammit." He muttered under his breath. Someone at the far end of the restaurant witnessed Cas disappearing into thin air, and he looked like he was about to have a heart attack. Dean sighed once more, and called for the check.
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Dean spent two more undesired days in West Virginia. As he leaned against the back of the motel room bed and watched some crappy television show, his cellphone rang. He reached over to the nightstand beside the only bed in this room and answered it. "Hello?" "Dean." Dean then sat up straighter. "Sam?" "Yeah." "What is it?" Dean heard Sam let out a shaky breath on the other end. "Dean, there's a whole town plagued by what sound like demonic possessions." "Yeah, I know. Me and Cas-" "Look, Dean… I know we fought like an old married couple, but we always do, so let's just-" "Work the case together." Dean finished. "Yeah." Sam said with a sigh. Dean nodded, not that Sam could see that. "Alright, yeah. Whatever this is, it's big. All hands on deck, I guess." "Good." Responded Sam. "I'll be there as soon as Cas gets his feathery ass back here." Sam was a bit puzzled by this. "You know, you don't have to treat him like a human, Dean. He can zap over to you in Connecticut." Dean rolled his eyes but said nothing. After he was finished with his phone conversation, he paced his room, desperate to leave West Virginia in his dust. Castiel could indeed find him wherever he was, so what exactly was Dean waiting for? Just then, the sound of wings fluttering filled the small space, and Cas appeared in front of Dean, blood seeping through his white shirt he wore beneath his dirty trench coat. "Whoa." Said Dean as he caught Castiel in mid fall. Panic began to surface within him. "Dean." He managed before he coughed up a heap of chunky blood. Dean dropped Castiel onto his bed, eyes wide. "Cas?" He nearly shouted. Cas slipped into unconsciousness, and that was enough to make Dean piss his pants. Since when did Cas lose consciousness? There were only a handful of times when he had. Dean stood beside the bed and checked if he was still breathing, and he was. Then he checked his pulse for good measure. He was alive, but badly banged up. There were few things powerful enough to take on an angel. Since Cas had gone off on angelic business, Dean's money was on the fact that the angels hurt him. But why? Well, it was civil war up there, so maybe things got hairy or something. Dean felt things click into place. He waited for Castiel, almost as if he knew that he would need Dean. "Crap." He hissed, unsure how to assist his friend. He did the only thing he could do within the range of his human power; he drove him to the hospital.
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As Dean waited outside Castiel's hospital room, he sat in a rather uncomfortable chair outside the room door. The doctors said he wasn't yet aloud to see him. Dean didn't care what the hell the doctors said. After he asked them about Cas's injuries, he called Sam to tell him they'd be there a little later than originally anticipated. Sam was reasonably upset, but Dean told him to just team up with some hunting buddies or some crap until he could get there. Cas was suppose to wake in a few hours or so, and his wounds weren't as severe as they should have been. Dean could only smile at that. Sometimes it amused him how confused people got at Castiel's actions or the strange things about him, such as his 'uncanny' ability to heal very fast. Two hours later and five cups of coffee, Castiel was awake and Dean was aloud to see him. The hospital room was small but strangely cozy, with off white wallpaper and gleaming white floors. Cas's bed was tucked away in the far corner of the room, and he was tilting his head to one side as he studied the television program with intense curiosity. Dean Winchester made his way over to his bedside, and took a seat in a brown leather chair next to him. "Hey, Cas." He said, and followed Castiel's gaze to the TV. There was an ugly news woman talking about some boring jazz or another. "Hello, Dean." Cas replied, removing his eyes from the screen. "Listen, we got to uh, blow this joint. You gonna be okay?" "I'll be fine." Said Castiel with a slight smile perched beneath his nose. Dean nodded, a tad bit puzzled. "Okay, so you wanna… get out of here?" Dean cursed himself for the way he phrased it. "Okay." Cas agreed. "I can take us back to your car." Dean nodded. "Yeah, sure. But hey, it'll take me a minute to gather up my crap from the motel room before we hit the road again." "I understand." "Oh, and you can tell me who the hell hurt you on the drive." Castiel then grabbed Dean's hand, and Dean rolled his eyes before the two ended up in the parking lot outside of the motel they were currently staying at. "I'll be right back out, so wait here, okay?" Cas nodded, and stood unnervingly still by the Impala. As Dean gathered his few possessions up in his duffel bag, he heard what sounded like two people talking outside the motel. Curious, Dean peeked through the thin curtains, and saw a tall blonde woman standing across from Castiel, seemingly angry. A jolt of worry shot through Dean's body. More angels, maybe? He draped his bag over his shoulder and bolted outside. "Cas?" He said, trying to keep his voice under control. The blonde angel let an angel blade slip out from under the sleeve of her red coat and into her hand. Dean froze. Castiel had his guard up, ready for a fight. Dean wished he could help, but he was defenseless against a celestial being. Cas and him exchanged glances before the other angel took a swipe at Castiel's face with the silver blade. Cas easily dodged it, stepping to the side and grabbing hold of her arm. She grunted in anger, and Cas took a knee to her stomach. She yelped, and then he threw her to the pavement with an inappropriate gracefulness. She rolled away and rose to her feet in a quick flash. Dean's head was spinning. The blonde angel waited for Castiel to charge, when she tossed the blade into his chest with ease. "No!" Shouted Dean, and he covered his eyes as copious amounts of white light exploded from Castiel's vessel. He uncovered himself when the piercing hum of an angel's death could no longer be heard. There was Castiel, sprawled out on the pavement, the projection of his wings all but glorious as they spread themselves almost across the entire parking lot, bits of ash that always reminded Dean of a moth's wings floating about the air around his body. Dean felt his heart drop. "Winchester." Said a female voice from behind him. He turned around to see the same angel who'd taken his best friend's life. She bent over Castiel's body and removed the angel blade from his chest. It gleamed with sunlight and dark red blood from Cas's vessel. After a pause, the angel turned to Dean, appeared in front of him in a split second, and plunged the sword into his chest as well. A small cry of pain escaped him just before everything turned black.