Chapter Four
The group had been back at the bunker only two days before Sam found another job. This time, it was only an hour long trip, and it was a standard monster hunt. A trio of vampires were hunting in a small town north of the bunker, so Sam, Dean, and Cas headed out to stop them. When they arrived at the vampires' hide out, they did a quick stake-out and then went in armed to the teeth. Each of them took on a vamp. For Dean and Sam, it was an easy machete-to-the-neck operation. Their opposition went down in minutes. Cas had chased his downstairs, into the basement of the small building. The brothers could hear shouting and crashing coming from below, and they immediately went to see what was happening.
Cas was pinned against a wall, meekly swinging his machete at the vampire as she approached him with bared fangs. He was covered in blood. As she closed in, Cas dropped his knife, and the vampire drew in just inches from his neck. She never made it. Her head rolled off her shoulders and she fell to the floor, revealing Dean, who was standing behind her. Dean glared at Cas.
"What the fucking hell were you doing?!" He shouted.
"I-I-" Cas stuttered. Dean cut him off.
"I thought you knew better, Cas! Don't drop your weapon!" Dean snarled. Then he turned and stalked up the stairs. Sam went over to Cas, picked up the machete, and helped him out of the building. They found Dean in the drivers seat of the Impala, grumbling to himself.
They drove for an hour in silence, and then Dean pulled over and got out. He went over to Cas and pulled him out of the car. He looked him up and down, then heaved a sigh.
"How hurt are you?"
"I'm f-fine."
"Then why are you covered in blood?"
"It's not mine; the vampire was eating when I found her." Cas' voice was uneven, and Dean's eyes narrowed.
"Just don't do that again." He said, and got back in the car. Cas did as well, and they went the rest of the way 'home'.