"Hello, Dean."
Dean jumped higher than he should over when hearing the familiar, gravelly voice behind him. He couldn't help but feel a tingle of annoyance. How many times had he told the angel not to do that? "We still need to work on getting you a bell, huh?" This only got him a crease of the brow and a head tilt. "Never mind. What is it?"
Castiel didn't answer his question; merely step farther into the hotel room, scanning it. His eyes fell on the TV screen. On it, a woman was screaming, tripping over her own feet as she attempted to flee from the antagonist of the movie – a man with a large knife. The angel thought these movies were ridiculous, but Dean seemed to be entertained by them. "Have you made any progress in locating the demon?"
Dean sighed deeply as he rubbed his eyes. "No, Cass. We haven't." This demon had been a particularly large annoyance. He had been on this hunt for a week now and not so much as a glimpse of the demon. It was active though, maliciously slaughtering three people already in the town. "Since when have you given a damn about the hunts we go on?"
"I was merely curious." Castiel replied defensively, ripping his eyes from the screen after the first splatter of blood and returning them to the hunter. "Where is Sam?"
"Out." Dean barked, giving no farther detail. He plopped down on the bed. He tucked himself into the bed as he flicked off the lamp then the TV. "I'm going to sleep." He mumbled as he put his head on the pillow, closing his eyes.
The hunter laid there for a moment, but the heavy eyes of the angel never felt him and there was no sound of fluttering wings for him flying off. "Cass, that's your cue to leave." Dean growled into the pillow. No response. The hunter sighed deeply. God dammit, this guy could be irritating.
Dean sat up to look at the angel would was staring back at him with a furrowed brow. "Castiel, get out."
"Dean, I would be much more comfortable here." Castiel replied, unmoving.
A new spike of anger hit. Why the hell did the angel want to stay? He didn't need sleep like the human did. Besides, it would be impossible to get any sleep with those eyes staring at him all night. However, he knew Castiel well enough by now. He knew once Castiel was set on something, he wasn't going to give up. "Fine." Dean growled. "But stop staring at him." The puzzled expression flashed across Castiel face. "Lay down, Cass."
Still looking bewildered, Castiel lowered himself down on the bed next to Dean. "No, Cass." The hunter almost groaned, looking sufficiently irritated. "Other bed." And Castiel moved to the twin bed to the right of Dean's. Sam would have to shoo him away when he got back. He just need Castel out of his hair now. "Good. Now go to sleep." He rolled to his side, putting his back to Castiel.
"Angels don't sleep, Dean." Castiel reminded, still staring at the back of Dean's head.
"Well, pretend!" Dean snapped short-temperedly, squeezing his eyes shut as he buried himself in the blankets. "Now, shut up, will ya? I'm exhausted." And Castiel obeyed, falling silent, although both eyes did remain locked on the sleeping man.
It was nearly eleven o'clock before there was any sound. During that time, Castiel was laying stiffly on the bed, staring at the back of the hunter's neck. Luckily though, Dean didn't seem to notice that eyes gaping at him as he slept. He would have been pissed.
"Cass." The voice uttered as the man in the twin bed began to stir.
Castiel couldn't deny his surprise to hear him awake. He knew the hunter always slept through the night, unless he had his hell-plagued nightmares in which case he would yelp or thrash himself awake. This was without warning. "Yes, Dean?" The angel asked with a creased brow. "Is something wrong?"
Dean pulled himself up into a sitting position, turning to face the angel. "The demon… It's close. C'mon. Get up, we can meet it."
Castiel's brow furrowed and he was to his feet just as quickly as Dean, stepping in front of him. "Dean, there is no tracking the demon. You said so. It's all random." The angel stated, shaking his head as he frowned. "It is very late. Go back to sleep."
"Cass, you can come with me or you can stay." Dean growled, as he changed into a fresh pair of jeans, throwing his sweatpants to the side of the bed. "I gotta go gank that black-eyed monster."
The answer was obvious though, wasn't it? Castiel followed Dean out the door, into the car, where he sat stiffly, staring out the windows. His eyes were flick to the hunter at times and he saw Dean's knuckles were white and he was breathing a bit too heavily. It wasn't apparent, but that frightened Castiel. He hadn't seen Dean this riled up in a long time. So, the angel's eyes rest on him, ready to forcibly stop the car of needed.
"Would you stop staring at me?" Dean snapped, making Castiel jump slightly, ripping his out of his thoughts. "You're making me nervous." Exhaling quietly through his nostrils, the angel turned to stare out the window. It felt like at least an hour had gone by before Dean finally rolled the Impala into a dirty lot in front of an old, broken barn. "Cass," The hunter sighed, staring through the windshield at it. "I know that thing it is there. All the dead bodies have been found in barns, all of them miles around this town and they all lead from left to right… I need your help." That was when his eyes ripped from the barn to the angel sitting next to him.
"Of course, Dean." He replied, brow creasing, almost offended that Dean would think that he would be so selfish as to not help. So, together, the two got out of the car and walked up to them together.
The barn was empty and dark, other than the dim moonlight peeking through the cracks in the roof. The floor was covered in dirt and dust. Dean lit a match. That offered a bit more light, but very little, hardly enough to see in front of.
"Dean, are you sure he was here?" Castiel asked, stepping a bit deeper into the barn, halting in the center. He scanned the area. Nothing. It was an empty barn. "There is no one here. Perhaps it heard us and ran… We should check the surrounding area."
"No, Cass." Dean replied, stepping forward. He dropped the match before Castiel and instantly a ring of fire burst around him, caging him in the circle. His bright blue eyes grew incredibly wide in completely shock. He looked up at the hunter who was actually smiling. Then, Castiel stomach dropped. Dean blinked, but when he opened them back up, his eyes were black as pitch. "No… The demon is right here."