Dean stumbled as him and Sam ran, avoiding anything thrown at them, and most importantly avoiding the witch coming after them.
'Witches! Goddammit I hate witches!' Dean thought as he jumped over a fallen barrel, staying right behind Sam.
"Take a left Sammy!" Dean shouted, pushing his brother into the pathway.
"Dammit Dean, I know where I'm going!" Sam shouted as they went down the stairs, and ran toward the impala.
Once they got in the impala, Sam closed the door right as Dean started the engine and they drove off as if Lucifer himself was chasing them again. Once they knew they were far enough that the witch hadn't chased them, they both sighed and relaxed in relief with Dean breathing heavier than Sam; who noticed it.
"Dean, pull over, I'll drive." Sam said, but Dean shook his head.
"Nah Sammy, I'm alright she just got a good one on me." Dean breathed out, ignoring the pain rippling across his chest and abdomen.
"Dean, you're bleeding heavily. Please stop the car okay, don't strain yourself." Sam said, looking at the blood soaked shirt.
"I said I'm fine!" Dean snapped out, trying to keep his focus.
It was hard to focus on the road, seeing as every lamppost they passed seemed to blind him, and the pain in his chest refused to ebb from his mind. He took a deep breathe to try and focus his senses…but it was useless as his vision seemed to blur and he blacked out.
"SHIT!" Sam shouted at seeing his brother faint and grabbed for the steering-wheel.
'CAS!' Sam shouted with his mind as his hands caught the wheel.
The car skid as it turned, but it was going so fast the car flipped, spinning before finally stopping with the roof to the ground and Sam with Dean unconscious.
"Sam! Dean!" a voice shouted and the passenger door was ripped off.
Castiel appeared as he helped Sam out before getting Dean out, and looking them both over his blue eyes showing nothing but fear and concern for the Winchester's.
"Are you two okay?" Castiel asked, keeping his arms around the unconscious Dean.
"I'm fine, but what about Dean?" Sam asked, panting for breath as he tried to regain his senses.
Castiel placed two fingers against Dean's head, before his brows creased and his teeth clenched as he inspected the damage.
"Not good, he's suffering severe blood-lose; not to mention it seems a rib cracked and he's unconscious. Is there a safe place to stay at?" Castiel asked as he picked Dean up bridal-style, and Sam nodded.
"Y-yeah, there's a motel about a half-block from here. We-!" Sam didn't get to finish as Castiel motioned his head forward.
"What?" Sam asked, annoyed at being interrupted.
"Grab my shoulder, you're in no condition to walk and it'd be faster this way." Castiel urged and Sam did as asked.
Castiel, Sam and Dean were suddenly in a room that was cozy, with two twin-sized beds with plaid patterning, a small table between the two windows on the left side facing the road. A small bathroom was across from the two beds, with just a ceiling fan with a lamp to it. A small table was between the two beds with an alarm clock; a bedside lamp, and chargers. Castiel instantly walked to one beds before laying Dean down, before he looked over Sam.
"You need healing as well?" Castiel asked his tone urgent as if to get it over with to check Dean.
"Not too much, I'm more worried about Dean." Sam said, holding his right arm as if it were broken, a small amount of blood running down his arm.
Castiel growled before moving a hand down Sam's face, and Sam feel energized and completely refreshed, seeing his wounds gone and noticing he was no longer bleeding.
"Thanks." Sam said, but Castiel ignored him in favor of checking Dean's condition again.
"His condition is decreasing, I have to work quickly. Is there anything you need personally Sam?" Castiel asked as he sat next to Dean, looking at Sam curious.
"No, I'm good; but I'm gonna go grab mine and Dean's thing's from the wreckage. He's not gonna be happy about how Baby is." Sam said as he left, and once he closed the door Castiel sighed, relaxing slightly.
He didn't mean to seem harsh or angry, but he was extremely worried about Dean. After hearing Sam's outburst prayer to him, Castiel had wasted no time in getting down there to see if they were alright. He got to them right as the car flipped and his heart stopped as he felt pain hit his chest at knowing Dean was in worse condition than he originally was. Castiel looked at Dean again, seeing the pain evident in Dean's face as his breathing was harsh; his brows creased together, teeth clenched in pain, and fists clenched so tight he could possibly draw blood. Castiel instinctively reached a hand to one of Dean's, and laid it gently upon Deans, as if letting Dean know he was there and everything would be okay. Dean's hands slackened a bit, and his brows weren't so tight and his teeth no longer clenched; but there was still a slight crease between his eyes and his breathing was still slightly harsh.
"Dean, I'm right here. Don't worry; you'll be up again soon." Castiel said as his eyes glowed blue as did his hands.
He pressed both hands to Dean's chest, and a shadow of his wings appeared as he focused on healing Dean, hoping to keep his righteous man alive.
With Sam: Sam groaned as he shouldered two bags, and held the third; looking at the black impala sadly, knowing Dean would not be happy at all about the news of his 'Baby' once he awoke. Sam began his walk back to the motel, hoping his brother was alive. As he was halfway there, his phone rang and groaning he dropped one bag, answered, before picking the bag back up.
"Hey Bobby, whatcha got?" Sam asked as he continued his walk.
"Listen, what you two fought wasn't a witch, it was a Kupua." Bobby explained to Sam, who seemed shocked.
"A Kupua? What is that?" Sam asked, slightly annoyed…no wonder the spell didn't work on the 'witch'.
"A Kupua is said to be a Heroic Hawaiian shape shifting demigod, of demigoddess, trickster's of vengeance. My guess is that the Kupua was once a female well known in the town that was soon overtaken with vengeance. The trickster, or Hawaiian, part I'm not too sure of, but if I were you I'd find a way to kill her quickly. Maybe you can get Castiel or Balthazar to help you kill the Kupua." Bobby explained, not sure how to kill the woman.
"Alright, I'll see what I can do. I currently have Castiel helping Dean right now, he got hurt really bad; he has severe blood lose, a cracked rib, and Castiel last said Dean's condition was decreasing. I just hope Castiel can help him." Sam said as he began looking for the keys to the motel room.
"Dammit, can't ya two idjit's do anything right? That Kupua might come back for Dean to finish the job, and if not then Dean might be cursed. While the Kupua wasn't a witch, in some lore it is said they do use curses and spell's to punish their victim's. That might be the trickster part of their vengeance, she is not going to be happy." Bobby warned, and Sam cursed, before he finally opened the door.
"Alright Bobby, thanks for the head's up. I'll keep an eye on Dean, make sure everything's okay." Sam said as he walked in, hung up, and closed the door.
He noticed a gold light around the room, and turned around, seeing Castiel was still healing Dean; and this worried Sam. It usually never took so long to heal Dean, maybe something horrible happened…but then again, Dean did have a cracked rib. Sam put everything away, and waited until Castiel was done, watching his brother's face for any sign of change. Soon, Castiel remove his hands; body shaking and head drenched in sweat as his breathing was harsher than Sam remembered.
"He should be fine." Castiel said as he took a deep breath, and Sam looked at him curious.
"You okay Cas?" Sam asked, eye brows rose as he glanced between the sleeping Dean, and shaking Castiel.
"Yes, given a few moments rest I shall be fine. Don't worry about me…though I did notice something as I healed Dean…he's been wounded in more ways than one." Castiel said as he stood slowly, and sat before Sam at the table.
"Wounded in more ways than one? What do you mean Cas?" Sam asked, his green eyes showing worry about Dean.
"What I mean is he's been cursed…cursed by whatever it was you fought. That was no witch you and Dean went after, a witch couldn't do this much damage, they don't use weapons; only hex's and spell's, they wouldn't resort to seeing actual blood if they can avoid it." Castiel said as he slowly regained his strength.
"Do you think Dean will be okay then?" Sam asked, and Castiel nodded as he watched Dean sleep.
"He will be Sam, don't worry. The only thing I'm worried about is the curse placed on him, hopefully it will bring no harm." Castiel said with a nod, and Sam sighed.
"Alright, but do you know what the curse is?" Sam asked, and seeing Castiel stiffened began to fear the worst.
"The curse resembles Cupidnis-Libra, a curse that makes one fall in love with their soul mate, and the spell forces them to find their soul mate." Castiel explained, only causing Sam to give a baffled look.
"Wait, what?! So you're saying the moment Dean wakes up, he's going to up and leave for his 'soul-mate'?" Sam asked incredulously.
"Not quiet, you see there was a mix-up with the spell and as a result…" Castiel trailed off as he looked down, suddenly nervous and Sam waited.
"Well Cas, what is it?" Sam asked, worry clawing at his heart.
"The spell was interrupted halfway through, and the spell now causes one to fall in love with the first person they see…but only if the feelings are strong enough." Castiel explained, confusing Sam.
"Only if the feelings are strong enough?" Sam asked, a brow rose in curiosity.
"The spell will only activate if the feelings he has for the person are extremely strong, which would make the spell intensify the feelings." Castiel said, and Sam gave a chuckle.
"Well then, we have no need to worry. I know Dean doesn't love me like that, so I'm safe; so are you." Sam said, and Castiel nodded, even as Sam looked away nervously.
"At least I think you might be." Sam mumbled, but Castiel didn't hear.
"We have to make sure he doesn't look at anyone, else the consequences could be bad. The spell would force him to have intercourse, confess, and even marry the person he falls for." Castiel stated, and Sam nearly choked on the drink he had out.
"W-what?!" Sam choked out, causing Castiel to look at him in mild concern.
"Sam, are you alright?" Castiel asked, not to sure what happened.
'Sure he'll raise a panic-attack with Dean, but not much worry for me.' Sam thought bitterly, not that he wasn't too surprised.
He knew Dean held a special place in Castiel's heart, it was only natural. Dean showed Castiel free-will, what it was like to have people to call friends, what it was like to sacrifice yourself for someone you cared about. Dean had opened up a completely different world to Castiel, and it seemed Castiel enjoyed himself quite a bit; though he did still seem like a lost puppy about a few things. Sam was happy about how much Dean changed Castiel, and how much Castiel had changed Dean; it seemed natural that things should happen this way. …Not to mention Sam had caught Dean constantly talking about Castiel at random moments, and after a long and embarrassing conversation on Dean's part, Sam had figured out a few interesting things about his brother, though it did seem to make sense in Sam's opinion seeing as Castiel was Dean's first, true, real, best friend.
"I'll be okay Cas, just shocked to hear something like that happening." Sam said as he took a deep breath, and looked at his sleeping brother.
"Get some sleep Sam, I'll keep watch." Castiel offered, and Sam sighed as he stood.
"Alright, thanks Cas." Sam said as he flopped down on his bed and fell asleep within seconds.
Castiel looked away from Sam to turn his eyes at Dean, who was still sleeping and a small smile overcame his face at the sight of the peaceful, older Winchester finally getting the sleep he deserved.