Dean stared awestruck at the man in front of him, watching cautiously as the man who was stumbling around. "So...uh... what was with the battle royale back there?" He tried to keep a conversation going, following the other to make sure he does not fall again.
"It is none of your concern human. Quit Following me." The man grunts.
"Human? -Hey I have a Name yo'know!" Dean shouts
"Dean Winchester, son of John and Mary Winchester , elder brother to Samuel Winchester."
Dean's eyes widen " How did you-"
"Humans have easy minds to read. I know you mean no harm, but I must be going" The man grunted and leaned against a tree for support, blood dripping everywhere.
Dean rushed over "Well, I get that you are not human...But..I can't just leave you injured and all!" Dean stared at the man awestruck, wondering who and what exactly he was. Why was the other one after him, and are there really more of them like him. His mind just continued to flood with questions, which made the man somehow even more irritated.
"I am a warrior of God, Castiel, first off. As for your other questions, silence them, you are causing even more pain."
Dean frowned "A warrior of God? What the hell does that mean?! God isn't real!"
"God is dead." Castiel said plainly as if agreeing, his eyes focused on his surroundings. "and that is what is starting yet another holy war"
Dean tilted his head "...a holy war? So—"
" My brothers and sisters are killing each other to take God's place." Castiel cut him off bitterly "Now, I insist that you leave me be before others come to finish the job."
"Are you saying you are planning to fight in the condition you're in right now? Look at you, you can barely walk!" Dean rushed forward and blocked the man's path. "Now listen here. I don't care what the hell you are, or the fact that you have a stick too far up your ass to swallow whatever pride you have to let a 'human' help you out. You are injured, and you need help. . Story. So, are you going to follow me back to my cabin or am I going to have to lift your sorry ass up there by force."
Castiel stared at Dean as if he grew a second head " Usually you humans are more respectful when being grace by our presence."
"Well if you weren't such a stubborn pain in the ass, I would be a hell of a lot nicer. Now get your ass over here." Dean drapes the others arm around him for support and starts the hike up the hill to the cabin.
"You do realize you are putting yourself in danger correct?" Castiel mutters, seeming to give up on trying to reason his way out of the situation.
"I know, you sound like a broken record. I get it. Helping an injured ..whatever you are"
"Angel" Castiel cut in begrudgingly
"Yeah yeah. Helping an injured angel equals signing a supposive death warrant. Just relax will you? We will figure this out after we get you patched up.
They continue the rest of the hike in silence. By the time they reached the top, they were greeted by Sam throwing open the cabin door.
" Dean! Where have you been!? I was afraid you went off and broke your neck and I was just about to go looking for you when the storm lightened up and.." he trailed off, eyes wandering over to the man Dean was supporting. "What the hell?"
"I'll explain later Sammy, just go and grab the first aid kit okay?" Dean walked into the cabin with Castiel. " My friend here is injured and he need medical attention."
"We are not friends, human" Castiel cuts in, glaring slightly at Dean.
"Yeah yeah, acquaintances then. You happy? now just shut up and hold tight while we get you patched up."
Sam left the two to grab the first aid kit from under the kitchen sink while Dean slowly began stripping off Castiel's coat. " First date and I am already undressing you, boy do you get things done fast." Dean teased, laughing a bit at Castiel's serious expression. "I'm joking! don't get your feathers all ruffled up"
"Angels do not 'joke' Winchester." Castiel noted in a stern monotone voice.
"Just call me Dean, Cas."
"My name is Castiel, not Cas."
"Castiel is just such a mouthful to say, Cas is much easier." Dean laughs
Sam walks back into the room, first aid kit in hand. "Dean,you still have to explain what the hell is going on, bringing an injured...whatever that is."
"Cas is an angel Sammy. A real, stick in the mud..what did you Say Cas? 'Warrior of God'"
"That is correct Dean." Castiel nods. "But for the last time my name is Castiel, not 'Cas' I prefer that you do not use such familiar terms with me Winchester for your own good."
Sam's face sours "Angel's are not real, you cannot be serious."
"You have little faith Samuel." Castiel's eyes focus on the younger brother. "Angels are very real, as much as most things you humans believed to be fake. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts,demons- there was a reason humans have a primitive fear of the dark; monsters have just gotten more successful at hiding and hunting. You already have strayed of your path of becoming hunters of these creatures like your father and now deceased mother."
Sam scowls "How do you know that are mother is dead?"
"It is easy to read simple minds such as your own, but I am not in need of doing so because I have known your mother's death for quite some time, it definitely started the wheels to turn for the divine plan, however your father has caused a jam in the works" Castiel looks at both of the brothers"She was killed by a demon after all, it is basic hunter and angel knowledge, and you were supposed to follow in your father's footsteps and hunt down the demon that killed your mother."
Dean frowned deeply before looking over to Sam, who had just as much of a stoic face. "Our mother died in a house fire, it was a gas line."
"Is that what your father told you, you know deep down that wasn't true." Castiel's eyes narrow "The fire started in the nursery holding your brother. You remember Dean, your father shoving your little brother in your arms and telling you to get out of there...that fire was intentional."
Sam interrupted "Why are you telling us this anyway!? True or not you have nothing to gain from giving us this information!"
"Wait, if you know this you know where our dad is?" Dean interrupted "That son of a bitch abandoned us and now you are telling us that he is out there somewhere hunting some demon out on his own!?"
Castiel leaned back, exhaustion coating all of his features. "He is out there, where I am not exactly sure and I am in no condition to be looking for anyone." blood began to pool under the injured man. "As for why I told you Samuel..I suppose it was just a foolish hope..." he coughs, light beginning to dim in his eyes. " ..Hope that if the divine plan started up again, the pointless killings of my brothers and sisters would cease in heaven, that this holy war would finally end."
"Holy war?" Sam questions but Dean cuts in.
"What is this divine plan that you keep talking about!? Sammy and I are just normal people! There ain't nothin' 'divine' about us! Sam is a law student and I am just your everyday dropout mechanic!"
"It...It wasn't supposed to be like this, you were supposed to save lives" The angels body was beginning to go limp. "You were supposed to be more..you were supposed to be.." Castiel's voice trailed off, unable to stay conscious for much longer.
"Shit! Sam get the kit over here, we need bandages! Cas, Cas buddy keep talking okay? What were we supposed to become? HEY! Stay awake you stubborn son of a bitch!"
"...Hunters.." Castiel horsley forced out before falling unconcious.