Dean hated monsters. Truly, with every ounce of himself, he hated them. His father taught him to destroy every single one he came in contact with since he could hold a gun and knife; and for good reason. Monsters killed his mother, monsters killed Sams girlfriend, they've killed most everybody Deans' ever cared about, they almost made him lose Sammy, they were the reason Dean had to let go of Lisa and Ben, and monsters killed his best friend, his angel, Castiel.
It only made sense that Dean's first instinct was to kill the damn things, especially if they hurt the people he cared about. And the Leviathan, well they hurt one of the few people Dean ever truly cared about. They basically killed his brother, and as a hunter Dean Winchester wasn't about to let a goddamn monster get away with it.

The hunter turned to his brother, "You're staying here." he ordered, his voice low but authorative.
The younger man opened his mouth to argue, but was quickly silenced; "Sam, I'm not going to let you go in there, not when we don't know exactly what we're up against."

Instantly, Sam dropped it. He knew by the tone of the older man's voice that there was nothing he could have done or said in that moment to allow him to go with.

Dean looked at his brother, "You're going to wait in the car, with your phone on incase we need to make a quick escape."

Sam nodded, taking the keys from his brother; "You have a half hour."

"I'll be back before then." With that, Dean grabbed his gun and got out of his baby.

As the man walked away from his car and from his brother, his mind began to wander. His thoughts almost automatically drifted to the angel he was going to avenge.

Dean couldn't help but push every good memory he had with Cas aside, thought it'd been months since everything happened. All the hunter could do was focus on every single time he treated the angel unfairly, on every time he should have realized Cas was hiding something, on every time he was just a straight up dick to the angel. Almost as soon as those thoughts would appear, the memories of the last day he'd seen Cas would pop right up.

Dean hated himself for how he acted the last hours he had with his angel, that he didn't just apologize to him and hug him and forgive him for everything he'd done. Instead he'd been too prideful and stubborn. Now, all he had left was his guilt, remorse, and the angels dirty trench coat that he would never seen without, that the hunter now used as a makeshift pillow.

The hunter sighed deeply, trying to focus on the task before him. The grand task of killing the big bad sonofabitch that killed his best friend.

"God, or whoever the hell's in charge up there now…If you could help me out, it'd be appreciated," Dean breathed. The man wasn't afraid, he was determined. If killing the monster that killed his friend meant praying, he'd do it. "I'm trying to save the world and I know that doesn't mean much to most of you, but it meant a lot to one of your brothers. Help me out for him, or hell…if he's still up there, send 'im down." the last bit was sarcastic, in the normal Dean Winchester sense, but hey, it was only Heaven that he was mocking.

Cocking his gun, and securing the blade he always kept in his boot; the hunter moved forward, tentatively. He was careful not to make a sound, even monster wasn't in sight. The hunter knew how sound could travel in the middle of the woods, he also knew how well every single monster could hear.


Sam had made his way to the drivers seat of the Impala and was sitting tensely as he waited for his brother. He knew nothing would happen to Dean, he just didn't want to leave the poor bastard out there alone.

While Sam was clearly messed up, he felt that Dean was worse off; because he wasn't so obvious about being in pain, he kept everything inside and blocked off. To the untrained eye, one wouldn't even be able to detect it, but Sam knew his brother. Sam knew that Dean was just as messed up as he was, if not more-so.

Sam knew how much regret and pain his brother was feeling, it was kind of like when he'd lost Jess. He had felt like it was all his fault, just like he knew Dean was feeling now about Cas.

When Sam looked at his brother he saw the pain, the way the older man was falling apart, and he saw the way his brother's face became rigid when he looked at the trench coat he'd taken from the water. He also saw the vengeful look that had been in his brothers eyes as he left the car.

Sam Winchester was worried that his brother would do something reckless to avenge his fallen friend, but he wouldn't dare say it out loud.

Whenever his mind reached that thought, he heard something…Something he didn't think he was going to ever hear again.

The younger man pulled out his phone and called his brother.

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'Car. Get here. Now. It's more important than the Leviathan.' Sam had said. So of course, Dean started off towards his car. When he finally saw it through the bushes, he said;

"Sam, this had better be go-"

When the hunter saw what was there he stopped completely in his tracks. Everything was racing through his mind at that moment and the man felt every single emotion that was humanly possible. He was even pretty sure he wasn't breathing. But none of that mattered as he said one simple word,

"Cas."