Chapter 1
The trio had left the diner and were now heading out of state to a new hunt location. Dean insisted that Sam drove his baby, there was 'no way in hell' as Dean put it that Castiel was driving. With the angel on his left side, it made climbing in and out of the car, awkward to say the least.
"Can't you just use some of you angel juice and break this thing, Cas?" Dean pointed to their wrists with his free right hand.
"Unfortunately no, Uriel's magic is suppressing my powers while I am in this current state."
"Great," smacking the vacant shotgun seat's back Dean continued, "so we're stuck with an angel running on empty this until Chuckles gets his fill of this."
"For now, yes." was the only reply Dean got from the angel.
Sam looked through the rear view mirror, "For the time being, you two should lay low, I'll look into this one on my own."
"No way, Sammy," Dean leaned over the seat to look at his brother, "we're hunting together."
"Yeah, with a powerless angel stuck to you? Dean come on, be serious, what if Lilith got a hold of you two?" asking while waiting for their current red light to turn green Sam sighed.
"This is just fucking perfect!" Dean shouted out of his open window, which happened to be right beside an elderly woman in her car. She shot Dean one of the most disgusted faces he has ever seen, before their light changed and Sam sped off. Dean face palmed, today just wasn't his day.
They arrived in Edgemont, South Dakota an hour later than they expected, Dean blamed Sam's driving and horrible taste in music. When he was driving and Metallica was blaring, the two were almost always early. He took a glance at Castiel, the angel had remained silent almost the entire trip, only talking when spoken to.
Sam dropped Dean and Castiel off at an nearby motel, but not before Dean warned Sam, he oh so nicely put it: 'you scratch her, you're waking up bald next." Then drove off, probably to the nearest morgue or crime scene, there had been some recent deaths and rumors had it their hearts were missing, sounded like a werewolf to them.
Dean strode into the reception room slapping down one of his many credit cards, "One room, two beds, please."
The woman looked to Dean, then to Castiel and back again before fixing her glasses, "Two?" she repeated making sure she was correct, adding a wink in there.
Choking on air, Dean looked at Castiel, who was completely puzzled. Sure, people joked about him and Sam but hell they were brothers and used to it, but him and Cas? That was just... no.
"Yeah two." Snatching up the keys and card then stomping off with his dignity still intact and a confused angel behind him.
"What was that about, Dean?" The angel looked over the room, it was almost the same as the Winchester's previous room, only the colour was different. Walking around a bit, as much as he could without pulling the other with him, Castiel started to sit down on a chair beside the other.
"Everyone's a fucking pervert, I'm taking a nap." Pulling the angel with him, Dean flopped down onto the bed, Castiel helplessly sat on the bed across from Dean, the gap between the was a mere twelve inches, Dean would of been fine, if that angel stopped looking at him. "dude, can you stop it? That's giving me goosebumps."
Castiel said nothing but continued watching, Dean was starting to wonder if the angel ever--
A ring cut him off in mid thought, pulling out his cellphone Dean answered it, already knowing who it was. He recited their motel number and within seconds of hanging up Sam was knocking at their door.
There's the first chapter, about the same length as the first, although I had planned for it to be longer, sorry guys!
I'm already starting the second chapter right now, so hopefully it won't take as long as this one did coming out~