A/N: READ This fanfic was written for fun. I did not spend too long on it, simply letting the words flow and only changing the smallest things later. The rest of the series will be the same. They will all be fun shorts about Castiel dealing with the Winchesters on cases off-screen. Do not expect me to write a thousand words per chapter and it to be perfectly written. If you do that, then I will expect what you have to say to be nothing less than helpful criticism. This author's note will appear only in this chapter (unless I have to say something of importance later) as well as the disclaimer. Now, before we get started, I would like to know if I should do off-screen cases with other characters in the show.
Castiel held Dean's amulet tightly in his hand, hoping to feel the cold metal heat up as he explored the alleyways of the city he was in. After searching the rest of the city and the amulet never heating up, Castiel was gearing up to finally leave North America and head East. However, before he could take off, he heard Dean's mocking voice call for him. The angel's lips tightened and his eyes hardened as he shoved the amulet in his pocket and took off toward Dean's location.
Upon arriving in the motel room Dean and his brother were staying, Castiel knew that it was practically useless of him to come here. Sam was hunched over his laptop, most likely searching for what it was they were hunting while Dean was lying on the bed, eating a hamburger. Refraining from the urge to just fly away again, Castiel turned to face Dean.
Dean sat up and grinned at the angel, cheeks filled with the remnants of the burger he just finished eating. Sam finally looked up and gave Castiel an apologetic smile before flipping through his father's journal. Swallowing his chewed up food, Dean went on explaining the hunt and what they have discovered so far to Castiel. When Dean finally finished, Castiel's face had darkened dramatically and Sam quickly stepped in.
"What Dean means," Sam started, "is that we have no idea what we are dealing with here and we could really use some help." When Sam finished, he shot his brother a dirty look. Castiel nodded and stretched his wings.
"I will go search where you found the victim." And with that, Castiel was gone. When the angel had disappeared, Sam turned to his brother.
"Really?"
Castiel landed inside the taped off room of the victim, wings ruffling softly behind him. Ignoring the dried blood smeared across the two beds and the pink wall, Castiel walked over to the dresser on the far wall. He dismissed the collection of perfume bottles and pictures of sisters smiling on the wooden surface, focusing on the empty jewelry boxes. Squinting, the angel leaned closer to the objects. Stuck in between the hinges were coarse, gray hair that Castiel removed carefully before flying back to the Winchesters.
When Castiel returned to the motel room, it was nightfall and Dean was gone. Sam was now looking through the town's history on his laptop and talking to someone on the phone. Castiel stood there awkwardly for a moment before calling Sam's name. The younger Winchester jumped and his hand moved to the knife sitting on the table before seeing who it was. Relaxing, Sam spoke to the person on the phone.
"No, Bobby, it's just Cas." Sam glanced at the angel. "Yeah, thanks. I'll call you when the hunt's over." Sam hung up and turned to Castiel.
"It's a Yenaldooshi." Castiel held out the gray hairs to Sam, as if they would explain everything. Sam blinked and gazed at Castiel confusedly. Clearing his throat, Sam grabbed the hairs from the angel's palm and peered closely at them. Glancing up at Castiel, Sam saw that the angel expected him to know what a 'Yenaldooshi' was.
"A what?" Sam asked, retreating to his laptop, still gazing at the hairs curiously. Castiel watched silently as the brunet started typing rapidly. When Sam glanced once more up at him, Castiel sighed and started explaining.
"Yenaldooshi are witches who travel only at night and wear coyote skins. They gain power by killing a close relative and along with desecrating sand paintings, they practice cannibalism and necrophilia. They create a pollen from ground human infant bones that causes sickness, social problems, and death when sprinkled over sleeping families." Castiel paused, noting that Sam had stopped typing and was now reading something on his screen. Taking a few steps forward, Castiel saw that Sam had found a study on the Yenaldooshi.
Sam faced Castiel with a grin. "Thanks, Cas! Dean and I can handle it from here." Castiel stared ahead blankly as Sam clapped him on his shoulder and left the room. The angel sighed and pulled out the amulet. Shaking out his wings, Castiel left the motel to continue his frivolous search for God.
A/N: If you would like, more info on Yenaldooshi can be found when you google the name and click the third link (deliriums realm)