A/N Okay, So I have a lot of spare time on my hands lately, so I thought I might as well attempt to write up an idea that I've had in my head for a while now.
Castiel. That was his name. That's what he had been called for the past, who-knows-how-many years. He was the angel the Sam and Dean trusted, the angel they relied on. He was the angel who was their friend. At least he thought he was. Lately the two hunters seemed a little distant. They hadn't spoken to him for months. It's horrid feeling thinking that they didn't need him anymore, especially as the memories of he, Sam, Dean, and Bobby averting the apocalypse were the most prominent he had, despite all the years he had lived. Watching the brothers silently, unseen, was not making him feel any better. In fact, if anything, it was making him feel 100% worse knowing that the two brothers got on just fine without him. Without them, Castiel felt like a piece of him was missing, he felt so... Lost. He needed to get away from everything, Away from Dean.
"Hey Sammy! Looks like we have a new case," Dean exclaimed as he walked through the door. "You know there's that beach on the outskirts of town? Well apparently there has been some bad mojo going on near there: People dying from unknown causes, people forgetting large parts of their day, all because they were in a three mile radius of the beach." He threw the newspaper at Sam, who was sat curled up on the sofa, drinking coffee and watching re-runs of some soppy TV show Dean really didn't want to know about. Sam had been watching it a lot lately, more than Dean had been watching Dr. Sexy MD, which was saying something, considering Dean practically lived off of that show. Dean watched the newspaper smack Sam on the back of the head, before sighing at what was on TV. "Again, Sammy? I know we haven't had a lot of cases lately, but this has to be the third time this episode has been on this month!"
"Witches." was all he said, before sipping his coffee, and turning back to face the TV.
"W-what?" Dean stuttered, not quite sure of what Sam had said.
"I said, Dean, that I think it might be witches. All the signs point to that, and you can't deny, this town has a bad reputation for witches." Dean just hummed in agreement, and flopped down on the sofa, making sure to bounce Sam. As a result of Dean's 'bounce Sammy' tactics, Sam got himself covered in coffee, even managing to some on Dean too. Which dean was not to impressed with at all. He ignored it and leant across Sam to get the remote. Sam was to interested in his show to notice what Dean was doing until the screen went blank and the remot was thrown to the other side of the room.
"Hey I was watching that!" Sam yelled jumping up from the sofa and whirling around to face Dean, managing to spill whatever was left of his coffee over himself. He muttered some weird curses he had mad up when he was little,and somehow kept in the habit of using.
"Oh come on Sammy, it's not like you have never watched this episode before. Three times this month alone, god knows how many times before that. I wouldn't put it past you that you knew every line and could have the character's conversations with yourself." Dean accused, smirking at the younger brother.
"I don't know every line!" Sam defended, his cheeks going red and his eyes averting to the floor. Dean couldn't help but laugh.
"You do! Oh Sammy, you just cannot lie." Sam grumbled sone thing indistinguishable, before clapping his hands and attempting to at least make a start on the new case.
"I'm going get changed, then we, are going to go and get our asses together and start to work on this case. First stop, the beach." Sam disappeared into the room he was temporarily calling his in the motel, to get changed out of his coffee soaked clothes.
An hour or so later, the two brothers pulled up at the beach in Dean's treasured impala. They climbed out of the car, thankful that there was no-one around for miles, so that they could get their work done. Probably too afraid of the stuff that had been happening near got the beach to even dare look at it. They searched around for something, anything, that could help them. They were unlucky, until Sam came across blood. Fresh, human blood, that surely couldn't have been there any longer that ten minutes.
"Hey, Dean. Over here!" He yelled to his older brother, still staring at the blood, afraid that if he turned it would disappear. When Dean finally did manage to get his ass over to where he needed to be, Sam told him his analogy. "It's Human blood, Couldn't have been here for more that ten minutes. No signs of contamination from any sorts of poisons."
"Surely it can't be that fresh, we would have seen something, heard something! We've been here for much longer than ten minutes."
"I'm just saying what i'm seeing." Dean just grunted at his brother, and continued to look around the area where the blood was. He discovered a trail by his feet, made by some-one who was bleeding being dragged roughly along. Silently he nudged Sam in the side.
"What?" Sam asked, whirling around to face Dean. Dean simply pointed to the trail. They looked knowingly at each-other, before Dean's hand reached into his pocket for his gun and Sam's into his own pocket for Ruby's knife. They continued to follow the trail, until they hit an old mine.
"You ready, Sammy?" Dean asked. Sam nodded, and they both went forward into the mine.