hey! Started this when I started the marvel story i'm working on. this is another little muse teaser. :D
"this chapter was brought to you by: too much caffeine and my friend AntMan"
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-Hunter!
It had started out like any other hunt. Some podunk little town in Georgia they had never heard of until omens started popping up too frequently in their newspapers. They had been driving for almost 40 hours straight through by the time they stopped one town over from the hunt.
"Sammy, have you figured out what we're dealing with?" he turned to look at his younger brother and sighed when he noticed that he was out cold. "Or not." He pulled himself out of the Impala and went in to get a room for the night, he could wake Sammy up when he got back.
Upon his return to the Impala he froze, Sammy wasn't in the passenger seat where he left him.
"Dean!" A gruff voice behind him had him reaching for his firearm and spinning abruptly.
"Cas! What Hell!?" Where the fuck is Sammy?" Dean shoved his gun back into the waistband of his pants and glared at the angel.
"Sam walked to find a gas station for food." Dean let out a small curse and grimaced when Castiel frowned at him.
"Whatever, we have to prep the room." Dean moved to grab all of the gear from the car and find the room they were living in for the hunt.
"Dean." The angel's voice faltered.
"What Cas!?" Dean knew he was on edge but it seems that his filter was just set to not work today.
Blue eyes were dull at his outburst and Dean cringed. He tried to reach out a hand for the angel but with a ruffle of feathers he was left standing on his own. With a tiny sigh he grabbed the duffel bags out of the trunk and stalked towards the building. He would make sure that the salt lines were in place so that whenever everyone decided to return at least they couldn't say that he had ignored his responsibilities.