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Ashwang

"Dean, look out!" Dean ducked at Cas's warning just in time. The butcher –with the melted face and swelled limbs – brought his cleaver down against the pole previously occupied by Dean's head.

The hunter stared up at the creature before making a break for his discarded weapon across the warehouse. "Wait, it actually was the butcher?"

"Yes, now help me separate him from his cleaver before he-"

Dean saw the creature pull his weapon out and it went flying across the room; straight for Cas who was turned the other way. Of course. Dean dove for the Angel. "Watch it." He tackled Cas to the ground, landing on top of him just as the cleaver whizzed past them and fell with a clatter.

Dean breathed, keeping his body pressed against the Angel – for protection – his eyes roaming his friend's face for signs of real injury. None; thank god. His eyes were so blue. "You okay?"

"Yes. You?" Cas kept his eyes trained on the hunter's, relieved when he nodded in affirmation of his safety.

"Don't help, guys, I got it." Dean rolled off Cas just enough to watch his brother decapitate the creature, sending the head flying right in their direction. He closed his eyes as the head rolled to his side, blood spirting everywhere. Blue, thick, and unending.

Without opening his eyes, he spoke to Cas. "There's Ashwang blood all over my face isn't there?"

"Yes." The Angel's voice was monotone but apologetic.

"Okay." Dean hastily wiped at his face until he could at least see and speak without tasting Ashwang blood.

"No please, just…" Sam waved the bloodied cleaver at the pair still on the floor "continue to lie there."

Dean chuckled as he rolled to his feet, offering an arm to help Cas stand. "Aw, you're just jealous Sammy."

Sam tossed the cleaver to his side and began to gather all the materials they'd brought with them for this one, damn hunt. "No, I'd like to get out of here before Deputy Donavon comes to arrest us. Again."

Dean scoffed but helped his brother. "We just saved their town from a child-eating monster, you'd think they could be a little more grateful."

Cas appeared at the hunter's side – had he ever really left? "To be fair, Dean, we did – accidentally – summon the Ashwang to the town in the first place. It's only right that we"

"Cas, that is not the point and you know it."

Cas wisely shut his mouth, knowing Dean was sore about this entire incident. He was ever-so-slowly learning the nuances of unexpressed human emotion. "Maybe we should get going."

"Yeah, yeah." Dean waved at the angel as he hefted a duffle bag over his shoulder.

Sam raised his arms in defeat, taking his own duffle bag in hand as they began their journey back to the car. "Oh, when he says it's time to go, we all run out but when I suggest we leave it doesn't matter."

Dean slung his arm around the angel as they walked. "Yeah, well I like him better than you."

"See if I help you out next time you summon a ghoul."

"It was an accident!"

Cas just wanted to help. "Actually Dean, I was there and"

Dean pointed at the angel. "You: shut up" and then pointed at his brother, irritation marking his face with a scowl "you: also shut up."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Let's just go back to the motel before you summon another ghoul in the middle of" he waved his arm at the pair "whatever you two were doing."

"Reading, Sam, we were reading."

"Out loud; from an ancient text you stole from an old town library."

Cas really did just want to help. "To be fair, Sam, I was being very distracting to Dean." He actually sunk back a little at the withering look he received from Dean. "Apparently."

Luckily Sam was too busy cringing to notice the exchange between the pair. "Guys, I don't want to know about those things. It's bad enough I have to hear you through the walls."

"At least we got separate rooms this time."

The angel ducked his head to whisper to Dean "I thought you didn't want Sam to know about that night" though, of course, he hadn't quite mastered the concept of stage whisper.

"Well he does now." Dean rolled his eyes as his brother twitched in discomfort.

"I am sleeping in the Impala tonight." He declared.

"Maybe not in the back seat." Dean warned.

"Really? Gross."

"Or the passenger seat." Dean winced.

"Or the driver's seat." Cas chimed in.

"Oh right yeah, that one time."

Sam stopped in his tracks to give his brother an exasperated look. "What about the trunk, is the trunk safe?"

"Uh, yes." Then Dean gave his brother the cheekiest of grins as his brother ducked into the passenger seat. "Have a good night's sleep."

Cas took Dean aside with a grip to the hunter's bicep – just to get his attention; not that he liked the hunter's bicep. "Are you going to tell him that we haven't had sex in the Impala?"

Dean's grin never faltered. "I'll let him squirm for a couple nights." Then his eyes grew bright with mischief. "Besides, now there is an empty motel room right beside us."

"Yes?" The angel looked at Dean completely lost and completely desirable.

Dean took a step closer, keeping his hands to himself, letting the heat between them speak volumes. "So, we don't have to worry about disturbing anyone."

"We usually don't, Dean."

"You got a point." And they shared that long stare that replayed their shared fantasy for the evening to come over and over; in HD.

"I do have one request." The Angel's gruff voice vibrated through the air between them.

"Yeah?"

"Please don't read while I'm" he quirked an eyebrow and looked down, hoping he wouldn't have to say…it. Yes, it still made him a little uncomfortable to use words to express their connection.

The hunter stepped into the angel's space, a welcome challenge. "You'll just have to make me."

"I can still hear you!" The couple jumped apart as Sam's voice bled through the open windows of the car. Right. They still had to get to the motel.

Priorities.