Once again, I do not own Supernatural, If I did there would be still pain and suffering but at least there'd be a musical episode.


Castiel sighed and ran his hands through his hair. The case they had thought might have been Rugaru, which would have been easy enough, but of course Castiel's life was never that simple. Gabriel had gone ahead to scout the apartment complex in which the deaths had occurred. Castiel had gone to interview witnesses and do more research. He had just finished compiling the interviews when his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Bro, this isn't a Rugaru."

"But the description in the paper…" Castiel rolled his eyes.

"Not a Rugaru..."

"And how exactly do you know that Gabriel?"

"Because it's small, hairy, brown, kinda spider looking and shit…" There was a scuffling noise and a low growl.

"Call you back."


Castiel could honestly say he had no idea what they were dealing with, and until Gabe returned there was little that he could go on. Unfortunately, Dean wasn't much help either by gruffly telling Castiel that "it wasn't his job to keep track of the entirety of all creation". Castiel didn't press the point any further and instead turned to research for help. Eventually, after a few hours of internet browsing, (and about 10 dead ends later) he came upon the solution. Two witch clans had a long standing feud, Hatfield and McCoys, if you will. Apparently it was the last straw with one of them, and they cursed the other clan into these creatures, called a also appeared to be highly dangerous and rather carnivorous. They also unfortunately seemed to be rather immune to bullets but not so much to fire.

"Blowtorch it is then," Castiel muttered to himself.

By this time, Gabriel still hadn't returned, which was rather worrisome. However Castiel now had a solution (or at least he hoped) he could use go save Gabriel's behind if need be.

"Dean, we need to get going." No response.

"Dean?"

He peered around the corner and was met with a rather intense make-out session on the television screen. He turned to the couch to see Dean watching intently.

"Dean… are you watching Doctor Sexy?"

"Yes," his eyes didn't leave the screen.

"I never should have gotten you into crap television."

"Dude this isn't crap. This is gold," Dean protested.

"Whatever you say, Dean," as Castiel turned off the television.

"Hey, I was watching that."

"There are things that are of greater importance right now. We need to go save Gabe's ass… again."

"Does your brother always get himself in trouble like this?" Dean smirked.

"More or less."


The Impala pulled up to the apartment complex.

"So what's the game plan, Cas?

"Go in, find Gabriel, find the Quintaped, set it on fire and ideally kill it."

"Yeah that sounds completely fool proof," muttered Dean.

"Do you have a better plan?"

"No."

"Then shut up."

Dean rolled his eyes as they got out of the car.

"I saw that."

"I saw that" Dean muttered mockingly under his breath.

"Let's just do this."

Ten minutes later they had cleared most of the building without any sign of Gabriel or the Quintaped. They were just starting the fourth floor when they heard a rattling noise coming from one of the hall closets. Cas signaled to Dean as he readied the blowtorch. Dean grasped the door knob, and Cas nodded and the door flung open.

"DON'T SHOOT, DON'T SHOOT, I AM NOT THE FURRY NIGHTMARE YOU ARE LOOKING FOR!" Cas lowered his blowtorch rolling his eyes.

"Guess we found Gabe."

"Observant one, aren't we bird brain?"

"Hey, I'm not a bird brain!"

"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!"

Dean and Gabriel stopped arguing and turned to face Castiel.

"The Quintaped is still on the loose and it's highly dangerous. We need to find it now."

"Ummm Cassie I don't think that's gonna be a problem."

Gabe pointed down the hall to the place both he and Dean had been staring. At the end of it stood crouched Quintaped. It growled and took off down the hallway towards them with almost inhuman speed.

"Shit." Dean muttered under his breath shoving Gabriel back into the closet. Dean reasoned that it was probably the safest place for him right now turning quickly to face Castiel. He could only watch in horror as the thing jumped him. Dean was a half second too late as he watched the blowtorch go skidding across the floor uselessly.

"CAS!"

Dean lunged forward as Castiel struggled to hold the Quintaped back.

Dean grabbed at the Quintaped trying to pry it off before it turned on him latching to his arm.

"Son of a bitch!"

Dean reached around with his other arm to place a hand on the creature. Instinctively, Castiel ducked as a bright light engulfed the hall along with a wail from the Quintaped.

"You all right there Cas? Gabe?"

"Just peachy." Gabriel voice sounded from the closet.

Dean held out his hand to Castiel, who pondered it a moment before grasping it. Dean pulled Castiel up, only to end up standing inches away from Dean. They had talked about personal space before, something Dean didn't seem to understand, (or chose to ignore... Castiel was never quite sure) and yet Castiel found himself entranced by the green eyes looking down at him. They almost seemed to glow, a gentle reminder that the man in front of him hid the being inside, a being of light and power.

Gabriel cleared his throat, causing Castiel to blink and suddenly remember where they were. He looked down at Dean's arm.

"Dean. Your arm."

"No worries," he flashed a quick smile, "I got magic mojo remember?"

He took a step and swayed slightly, Castiel held out an arm to help him but was waved off as Dean steadied himself and made for the stairs. Castiel and Gabriel looked at each other.

"I don't think that's supposed to happen."

"Ya think? Come on Bro let's go before feathers leaves us behind."

Castiel just nodded mutely before following his brother down the stairs.


About a week had passed since the incident, and Dean being the rather stubborn non-human entity he was refused to discuss it. Castiel did note though, when Dean's sleeve was rolled up just so that he could see a bandage where Dean had been attacked. At first he thought nothing of it. He assumed that maybe Dean had gone a bit overboard when it came to smiting. However, things just kept getting stranger. Dean had before, eaten on occasion, always claiming that he wanted the full human experience. Of late though, he'd been eating more and more. Castiel could have sworn that Dean was actually getting hungry. Dean also was staying for longer periods of time now going from popping in and out on a daily basis to only doing so every week or so. Then the naps started.

Castiel had gotten a call from Bobby. There were apparently a couple of werewolves that needed taking care of down in Louisiana.

"It should be not problem Bobby, we will get down there soon as we can," he paused. "We'll be okay, it's good to be on a case that we actually know what we're dealing with," another pause, "you as well Bobby."

Castiel hung up and glanced over his laptop. Dean's sprawled out on the couch, and once again Doctor Sexy was on the TV. He shut the laptop and walked over to the couch. Castiel's head tilted to the side slightly. It appeared that Dean had dozed off.

"Dean wake-up! We have a case."

Dean stirred slightly.

"Mruph, five more minutes, Cas."

Castiel slammed the coffee table in front of him.

"DEAN, WAKE UP!"

Dean shot upright sending pillows flying and nearly falling off the bed.

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

"Do not blaphimize, Dean." "You are supposed to be an angel," he muttered to himself as an afterthought.

"Jeez Cas, I'm an angel of the Lord, you should show me some respect."

"By letting you sleep?"

"Yes."

Castiel sighed and rubbed his temples, "I should sue God for false advertising."

Dean just stuck out his tongue as Castiel began to pack. He glanced over at Dean.

"Though really Dean, why is this happening?"

"What'd mean Cas?"

"The sleeping, eating, not being able to heal yourself…"

"Thought you wouldn't notice" the angel muttered.

Castiel sat beside Dean on the couch.

"I did."

There was a pause. Dean sighed.

"I'm being cut off from heaven, Cas."

"What do you mean Dean?"

"I'm losing my mojo," he paused grimacing slightly, "becoming human, or damn well close to it."

"I'm sorry Dean," Castiel looked down at the ground, "This is my fault isn't it?"

"No Cas, it's mine, I made my choice, I'm the one that rebelled."

"But..."

Dean placed his hand on Castiel's shoulder. "Just make it worth my time, alright?"

"Yes Dean."

They stayed like that a moment until Dean clapped his hands together.

"Right, lets go gank us a… what did you say it was?"

"Werewolves."

"Yeah that."

Cas smiled slightly shaking his head as he followed the angel out the door.

"What am I going to do with you, Dean?" he said to no one in particular.


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