"Motherless Child"

Note: The first prose I've written in past tense or third person (stage directions don't count) in months. (Have to keep the writing muscles in shape, right?) Wanted to try to RP this situation with someone, but I'm either going to fall asleep or Cas is going to die before he finds a Dean on Omegle. So I tweaked some things, accidentally made up a plot, and now it's this. There wasn't a lot of effort put into this. Be forewarned. Zero editing. Negligible planning. It hasn't even got my beloved TV format. No act four. It's a travesty.

Warnings: Angst mostly, but I'm trying to keep it to a minimum. NC-17 for language and a very gory fight scene. No shipping. Just a monster hunt.

Description: Cas is back. The crap's hit the fan. Or, the souls have hit the… fan…

Chapter One: Some Day After a While

"So what'd you find out?" Dean asked Sam as he held the phone to his ear with his shoulder and started fishing through the trunk of the Impala.

"Not too much," Sam admitted. "The guy was a dead end, but I did manage to find a decent book at the library that may help us out."

"Great," Dean replied as he shoved some salt in his pockets. He'd run into a demon inside the building and was fresh out. "Well, any idea how to kill it?"

"Not yet," Sam informed his brother.

Dean pulled out the machete. "Well, I'll let you know about beheading pretty soon. Get reading, nerd boy."

"What? You found it?"

Dean was about to reply when he heard three gunshots from the alley. "I'll call you back," he said urgently and hung up. Dean checked the cartridge; it was loaded with silver bullets.

Gun aimed in front of him, he edged toward the alley, face set in determination. The hunter whipped around the corner. The demon looked up from the body it was bent over and Dean was startled by the monster's blue eyes. It stared at him for a full three seconds before whirling around and sprinting away.

"Hey!" Dean yelled and took off after it. He fired four times, and managed to hit it on the second and take it down on the fourth. He caught up, pointing the gun at its chest, its hands held up in supplication.

"Dean," it rasped. "You shot me."

"What the hell are you?"

"A thief."

Dean was about to ask when its eyes went from blue to grey to black and it stopped moving. He kept the gun pointed at it and dialed Sam with his free hand. "Dean?"

"Sam, does your book say anything about a thief?"

"You found the Thief?"

"Sure. Guess that's what I've done. Shot it full of silver-"

"Good," Sam interrupted. "That's what kills it. You need to get out of there. The Tracker won't be far behind."

"The what now?"

"Just get out of there, Dean. The Thief is the only one you can kill right now."

"Alright. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Dean hung up the phone and headed back down the alley, glancing left, right, and up for any other demons that might have been in league with the demon he just killed. "Hey," Dean said quietly as he crouched down by the Thief's victim. "We're gonna get you out of here, buddy."

He grabbed the guy's shoulder to turn him. "You're gonna be just- Cas?"