"Damn it, Cas! What the hell?" Dean Winchester yelled at his boyfriend/angel, Castiel. Castiel's bright blue eyes were full of confusion and his head was tilted like it normally was when he was confused. Typically, Dean found it adorable, but not this time. Dean's green eyes were hard and he was tensing almost all of his muscles to keep himself from doing something he would regret later.
"You almost got Sam and I killed! You're dangerous on a hunt!"
"I was just attempting to help you!" Castiel was getting angry now. All he had been trying to do was help. He didn't know that the wendigo was in the trees listening to them. He just wanted Dean back to the motel, safe and sound.
"I understand that Cas, and I know you were trying just," Dean sighed and ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair. "You can't go in some place guns blazing and expecting to kill something! We needed a better plan!"
"I thought that was the plan, Dean! I thought we were all going to go in with the flamethrowers and going to set it on fire!"
"Not like that! We needed to come up with a strategy! That's why Sam and I take a few days before we go and kill something! We need to have a solid plan or one of us could get killed!" The two were now mere inches away from each other. Castiel was fighting the urge to kiss Dean's pouty lips.
"Well, maybe I should not go on hunts with you anymore!" Castiel shouted as Sam walked through the door, a bag of fast food in his hands.
"Well maybe you shouldn't even hang around anymore!" Dean had said it before he had time to process it coming out of his mouth. He cringed when he saw the words hit Castiel like a ton of bricks.
"Fine. If that is what you would prefer, I will leave." And with a flutter of his wings, Castiel was gone.
"C…Cas?" Dean stuttered. Dean pushed by Sam and walked into the parking lot of the motel, hoping to see his trench coat wearing angel standing there. How wrong he was. Dean's eyes started to tear up and Sam came out of the room and stood by his older, yet slightly shorter, brother.
"Dean? What happened?" Sam asked softly.
"Cas and I got into a fight, I told him maybe he shouldn't hang around anymore. I just, I was pissed! He could've gotten us killed by that wendigo!" Dean was trying to get angry again, but all there was were tears.
"Dean, we still killed it though. He'll be back. He was just upset, give him a little time and it'll be okay. Come on, I got you a burger and even one of those little pie things." Sam grabbed Dean by the arm and they walked back into the motel room. The brothers sat in silence, Sam watching Dean. Dean didn't touch his food, he didn't want to. He just wanted Cas back.
"Sam, I'm gonna head to bed alright?" Dean got into his bed and threw the blanket over his head; he didn't want Sam to see him cry.