A/N: So this is my first attempt at a Destiel fanfic. I apologize for any mistakes in angel lore, if anything jumps out at you please let me know so I can fix it.
Also, Mackinac Island is a real place, so most if not all of the places I mention on the island are actually real. I kinda got inspired when I went there on vacation.
Warning for swearing because you know how Dean is.
Lastly (sorry this is so long) I want to thank kylie-brown-9026040 for being a sort of beta reader and coming up with the title.
Thanks and enjoy!
A glossy black 1967 impala flies down the road. Sam and Dean are going to investigate two mysterious deaths on Mackinac Island in Michigan. Sam flips through some papers he printed out.
"So get this, the first victim, Tammy Brooks, she was found in Skull Cave, apparently she was stabbed to death." Sam says.
"Skull Cave? That doesn't sound suspicious." Dean replies. "What did the police say?"
"Well that's the thing; they have a really small police force on the island since its pretty small. This is the first time anything like this has happened in a while. The only thing they really say is that the victim was stabbed repeatedly and it was a gruesome sight. They don't know what to think."
Dean nods. "As usual, and the other woman?"
"She was found the same way only in The Grand Hotel."
"Seems like we have a vengeful spirit on our hands. Should be pretty simple and a break from this demon crap we've been dealing with recently."
They're still about 3 hours away when they stop at a gas station. Sam goes in to pay while Dean waits in the car. All of a sudden he hears the faint sound of flapping wings and nearly jumps when a disheveled Castiel appears in the back seat.
"Hello Dean." He quietly says.
"Cas! What the hell are you doing here? Is something wrong?"
"I had a minor argument with a few angels. They believe that I have been associating with humans too much. Our disagreement quickly turned into a fight." Castiel places a hand over his side. "I got away."
Dean notices where Cas is holding his side. "Jesus, Cas you're hurt." He gets out of the car and joins Castiel in the back just as Sam comes back.
"Dean what are you doing?" Sam asks, but then he sees Cas in the back with Dean.
"Sam."
"Um, hi Cas. Are you ok?"
"I… don't know."
"He got into a fight with some frickin angels who think he's spending too much time with us. They shouldn't care, it's none of their business and now you're hurt." Dean explains to Sam and directs the last part at Cas.
"I'll go get the first aid kit." Sam says concerned about his friend and also about how upset his brother is.
Sam gives Dean the kit, and then he hops into the driver's seat and pulls out of the gas station. In the back seat Cas lets Dean examine his injuries. There's a deep gash on his side and Dean also discovers a cut on Castiel's forehead, as well as some minor bruises.
"Cas I need to take off your coat to get to your cut." Dean looks to him for permission.
Cas nods. "Do what you have to Dean." He sways slightly.
Dean notices this and starts working faster. He manages to pull Cas's coat off and sees that one whole side of his white shirt is stained red. He decides that Cas's shirt has to go too. He silently asks Cas's permission. Cas nods and shakily unbuttons his shirt as Dean helps him take it off. Dean can't help but stare as he sees Cas shirtless for the first time. Wow Cas… Dean's eyes trace over taut muscles. Suddenly, he stops, realizing he's staring and what he just thought. What the hell, now is not the time to be thinking like that! Dean quickly goes back to work and cleans the cut then stitches it up neatly. He helps Cas back into his clothes and finishes by gently wiping the blood off Cas's forehead.
"Thank you." Cas says wearily.
A thought dawns on Sam. "Wait Cas, isn't your grace suppose to heal your vessel?"
"Yes, but I've been cut off from heaven and I used most of my energy left to make it to you." Cas explains, swaying again, this time more drastically.
Dean steadies him. "Cas, you don't look so good." He points out, clearly worried.
"I think I just need to… to rest." Cas falls unconscious, his head resting on Dean's shoulder.
"This isn't good." Sam says.
"No shit Sherlock. I hope he'll be ok." Dean contemplates whether he should prop Cas up or against the window, but decides against it. In fact he doesn't really mind Cas resting against him.
Sam glances at them in the rear view mirror and a slight smile reaches his lips despite the circumstances. He knows that the angel and his brother are in love, well pretty much everyone knows, except Dean and Cas.
Hope it's not complete rubbish so far and I'm going to try and post a new chapter every week.
