Dean was hit with a bright light and thrown backwards from the sheer energy of it.
'Son of a bitch!' He grunted out as he tried to stand back up. 'What the hell was that?'
Sam just shook his head slowly and looked to where the witch had stood only moments before. 'Not a clue, man.'
'I didn't like it!' Angrily he dusted the seat of his pants off. 'Where's that little bitch go anyway?'
Sam let out a sigh. 'Once again...not a clue.'
They both searched for the teenage witch (no, her name was not Sabrina) for a few more hours but to no avail. Finally they called it quits for the night around 3 am. They were exhausted.
'Stupid, whiny, stubborn little-...gah!' Dean grumbled the whole way back to the hotel.
'Dean get over it. We'll find her tomorrow.'
'A fourteen year old! We got beaten by a fourteen year old, Sam!'
'Who also happened to have a very powerful spell book in her possesion. Let's just be thankful that all she was doing was giving her enemies bad cases of acne.'
'Still gonna teach her a lesson.' He muttered underneath his breath as they walked into their room.
He had just taken a seat at the edge of his bed and was in the process of removing his boots when a voice spoke beside him.
'Hello Dean.'
'Holy crap! Cas!' He exclaimed as he jumped up.
'You'd think you would have gotten used to that by now.'
'Shut up Sam.'
'Sam, Dean, I have some urgent news. We need to leave, tonight.'
Dean and Sam both stared at Cas in disbelief. Already? They were in the middle of a freakin' hunt here and hadn't slept in close to twenty four hours.
Dean opened his mouth to protest when he felt something flutter in his stomach, like when used to see someone he loved after a long time, or when Sam would smile at him, when he would get his Dad's approval or even when he recalled a good memory of his mother.
'Hey, I just met you.'
Sam and Cas looked at him in confusion.
'Uh, no, I don't believe that is correct. We've known of each other for a few years now, Dean.' Cas responded in his monotone voice.
'And this is craaazzzzyyy!'
Man, he just really felt like singing for some reason. It let your feelings really be known to the world. It was awesome!
'Dean? Are you okay?' Sam was coming towards him now, concern evident on his face. Why was Sammy so worried? Music was a gift from God! He should be joyful!
Dean turned towards Cas and let his heart be known...through the power of song!
'I went to hell! But you savvvvved me!'
'I-...yes, I did that, Dean. Why are you stating facts in a musical manner?'
'Cas, there is seriously something wrong with Dean. He's singing some twisted version of that song that's been playing non-stop on the radio these last couple of weeks. That "Call Me Maybe" song.'
'I like that song.' Stated Castiel.
Sam just looked at him.
'And all the other demons...try to CHAAASSSEEE ME!'
'He has a rather good voice.'
'Are you kidding me?' Sam said with his hands covering his ears.
Castiel looked at Sam with dead serious eyes. 'Yes.'
'Oh.'
Dean once again turned towards Cas, smiling at him and dancing a little jig as he finished his song.
'But you're my angel!' He rolled his shirt sleeve up, exposing his hand shaped scar. ' See this hand print you gave me?'
And then Dean fell silent.
No one spoke for a minute, fearing that Dean would start to sing again. After a while nothing happened and Sam let out a sigh of relief.
Dean was just standing there in shock.
'What the HELL was THAT?'