A/N: Hello everyone! As some of you know, I *finally* have a Tumblr (29-pieces). I'm taking prompt requests for TFW drabbles and ficlets and figured I might as well post them here as well :) Most will be less than 1000 words, which is great practice for me since I tend to use way too many words, LOL!

First up was requested by Aini NuFire for a TFW drabble keyword "drenched".

Setting: S5

Summary: An angel banishing sigil banishes ALL the angels nearby. The Winchesters aren't going to stop until they've found Cas again.

The driving rain is so fierce, Baby sounds like she's being stoned. Ordinarily, Dean would hesitate to put his number one girl through that sort of thing; right now, he doesn't even notice, except the thick curtains of water shrouding the windshield are making it harder to find what he's looking for.

"Didn't know it was hurricane season," Sam says from the copilot seat. An off-hand remark not intended for reply, so Dean doesn't give one. Sam is leaning forward, hands on the dash, the better to peer into the punishing weather outside.

Baby crawls along at a snail's pace; she doesn't mind.

"I told him to stay put!" Dean snaps after another tense moment, hands gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles stand out white.

"We'll find him."

"Yeah? Before or after the other angels? Or demons? Or friggin' Lucifer? This is my fault, Sam. If anything happens to him-"

"Dean," Sam interrupts as Dean nearly hyperventilates with the knowledge that Cas wouldn't be in this mess if not for him. "If you hadn't banished the angels, we'd all be dead now. Including Cas. He saw what you were doing, he gave you the signal to go ahead."

"You heard him on the phone. If he broke his wing in the landing, how's he gonna run if someone else finds him first?" For all Dean knows, Cas has already been found and taken back to Heaven, and god only knows what might be in store for him there. And damn it, Cas was as stoic as they came, so for Dean to have been able to hear the pain in his voice on the phone, it had to be bad.

Rain continues to pound; visibility is practically nil. A city and the name of a store is all Cas was able to give them before his phone gave up, but he wasn't at any of the three locations they've checked so far and Dean is starting to get desperate. Maybe there's a perfectly plausible reason why the angel wasn't where he'd said he would be.

Dean's heart pounds faster, as do his Baby's wheels.

"Dean!" Sam's deep tenor shatters the tense silence, his arm shooting across Dean's line of vision to point out the driver's side window.

Even without seeing what Sam sees, Dean yanks the wheel and slams on the brakes, bringing his baby to a graceless halt on the side of the road. Through the sheets of rain, he sees a figure huddled in a tight ball, pressed as close to the wall of an alley as he can manage. The figure is wearing a tan trench coat and that's all Dean needs.

Ignoring the rain entirely, he rips off his seatbelt and bolts from the car, pounding through deep puddles and tripping down beside the lonesome figure.

Cas looks up at him, windblown and drenched and grimacing in pain, but alive.

"Cas!" Dean gasps as rivulets of rain stream through his hair and down his cheeks. In the mere two seconds it took to get from the car to the angel, he's soaked to the bone. Cas is so waterlogged, he might have just stepped out of the ocean.

"You f-found me," Cas murmurs, unwinding himself with stiff, heavy movements. His teeth are chattering. "I had to m-move. Angels…"

"It's alright, we gotcha," Sam booms over the sound of driving rain splattering off concrete and metal. "Come on, let's get you up."

Each brother takes one of Cas's arms and helps lever the angel up to his feet; neither fail to notice the sharp gasp he emits at the change in position, presumably from the broken wing they can't see. It's not a good sign, but maybe not surprising, given how fast he seems to be losing power these days now that he's cut off from Heaven.

The trio stumbles back to the waiting Impala, her doors still open with concern and invitation. The back seat is spread with towels, a testament to Sam's foresight, though they won't be nearly enough to get Cas dry and warm again. They'll just have to make do until the first motel they find.

All three of them are shivering by the time everyone's piled back into the car. Baby's vents blare with heat, and it helps a little. It's a good thing Cas is an angel, Dean thinks, because damn if he hasn't been sitting out in that freezing rain for hours, the threat of discovery looming with every passerby. Not that anyone else is out in this weather.

"You good?" Dean asks to the rearview mirror, waiting until he's caught Cas's worn eye and gotten a nod. Dean nods back and puts the Impala back in drive. He's all too aware of the mess he's making, puddles already forming on the floor mats, but he'll deal with that later. First: "Cas, I'm sorry, man. I didn't know what else to do."

It takes the angel a minute to answer, but Dean's anxious gaze sees him in the reflection and Cas looks tired rather than annoyed.

"You d-did the right thing," he assures Dean, lessening some of the guilt. "I'll be alr-right."

Dean and Sam trade a look in the front seat, then Dean returns his attention to the task of finding a motel where they can warm up and dry off. They'll have to see what can be done about Cas's wing, and meanwhile they need to stay out of sight of angels or demons. Since this whole business with the Apocalypse started, Cas has proven nothing but loyal, protecting the Winchesters at every turn. It's not even in question that they do the same for him now.

Almost as though hearing the thought, Cas stutters, "Th-thanks for finding me."

Dean shakes his head. "We'll always find you." Even if they have to track him down in the heart of the city in the pouring rain.

Because Cas is one of them.