A/N: Super late update, and poorly writen. Threw this together this morning. Sorry :(
Dragging someone across pavement isn't that hard. Trying not to hurt the person you are dragging could prove to be more difficult. However, if you happen to be a Winchester, there are always more complicated issues. Like if the person you're dragging is bigger than you or if you are trying not to roll the guy you're dragging in glass... and it is everywhere.
"C'mon Sam, help me out here." Dean breathed to his unconscious, unhelpful, dead weight of a brother. Sam's face twitched every now and again. Besides that he did nothing helpful. "Sam, wake up you lazy son of a bitch."
"Dean, I do not think it is fair for you to call him that."
Dean continued to pull Sam across the road, but at a slow rate. "Why?" He didn't sound as if he really cared at the moment.
"You obviously weren't in the whole fight today. Seeing as you had only a concussion and some glass lodged into your skull. I can tell by looking at him from this far away, Sam has had it worse today." Castiel called over, and then when Dean was within speaking range, the angel questioned, "Do you remember what came after you?"
"Give me a second." Dean huffed. The sign wasn't far, but it felt like an eternity away. Time never flies when you're not fighting for your life, Dean thought. Then he thought about what happened before waking up with angel eyes in his face.
It all came back to him at a slow rate. The smell of cedar, guns shots, Sam making like a monkey and climbing across seats, then being knocked out. "It was tree chick!" Castiel cocked his head to the side, and Dean imagined a sign next to him saying, 'Does not compute.' "It's the local Indian legend. A girl turned into a tree, another became a pond. Their brothers became wild dogs." As gently as he could, Dean dragged Sam all the way to Castiel, who immediately went to healing Sam. "It was something like that. Sam's got the whole story."
"So a tree attacked you?"
Dean paused, "Yeah, pretty much." Castiel stood up as a coughing sound came from the bedraggled body at his feet. Not long after, Sam was sitting up looking around. "Morning sunshine." Dean said pulling up his little brother.
"What just-?"
Cas cut in, "We don't have time for this. Tell us what you remember."
Sam stopped for a second, and then his eyes went big. "He remembers something alright." A scowl appeared on Dean's face. "What Sam?"
"Promise me you won't kill me first."
"Sammy… what did you do?"
Sam frowned, "Just promise."
"Fine. I promise I won't kill you. Now what happened?"
The young Winchester looked away from his sibling. "I shot out the back window and the tree sort of … kind of… dented the Impala. It's nothing we can't fix."
Dean was silent. "Dude, I'll care about a small dent later. But the window? Really? You-."
"Uh…" Castiel's voice startled the boys, they had forgotten he was there, and four eyes were on him. "I'm sure Dean is having a hard time dealing with something so close to him being harmed, but there is a problem at hand that must be dealt immediately. It involves human lives, not machinery. Shouldn't that be our top priority?"
The hunters nodded, work was work after all. Sam cleared his throat. "Alright, we were going to interview a guy who claimed to see the ghost of his grandkid out in the woods, maybe he'll know something about the Ent too."
"An Ent? Where did that name come from?"
"Forget I mentioned it."
"Like hell I will."
"Cas, let me tell you what we know."
"Yeah you two go geek it up." Dean said just as thunder sounded off in the background. When he turned to see how far off the storm was, he noticed for the first time a pile of black metal. "What the- Wait a sec." His head snapped towards Sam and Castiel, who both were walking towards the woods. Castiel seemed to be listening contently to Sam. "Sam!" Sam didn't look over. "You call that a dent? You asshole!" Dean continued to cuss his heart out, and Sam still didn't look over. Castiel however, was giving Dean a confused look.
"You're sure he'll be fine?" Castiel asked. He knew about Dean's temper, he'd seen it at less finer moments, but never over his car. If he had any respect for Dean, it was slowly decaying. "I don't think it's healthy for him to be that shade of red."
"It's probably not." Mumbled Sam, as he knelt to the ground, "So angel wards? All over here?"
Cas nodded, "They surround the forest, and the reservation. I don't like the looks of this Sam. This reminds me of the old-" Thunder and lightning went sailing through the sky, cutting off the angel's words to Sam. "-You and Dean should check the local Indians. I could go see this other hunting family."
Sam stood slowly. "Uh, thanks Cas. But you, going to a hunter's hideaway on your own?"
"I am capable of taking care of myself."
"I'm not saying that, but with demons around town what if they…?"
"So you want to make sure they don't try to salt me?"
Sam nodded, "Well, me or Dean at least. You know how well we took the news of angels being real."
Now it was Castiel's turn to nod, "Like unicorns." Sam looked at the trench coated angel, but Castiel held up a hand to stop him from speaking, "Something you said while I was watching over you and Dean."
"Were you trying to make a joke?"
"Yes."
Dead silence fallowed. Besides Dean, and the storm approaching, it was silent at any rate. A few rain droplets hit the angel's face and he wiped them away. Without a word, Sam started back the way they'd come. Thunder and lightning emphasized his steps.
Cas finally spoke as the two were halfway back to tell Dean the game plan, "I don't think I'll attempt humor we are working again." He couldn't understand why Sam started laughing at that moment. In spite of himself, Castiel muttered a prayer for the understanding of humans. Even if it felt like God wasn't listening, it helped to think they had someone out there watching over them.
"Dean, are you even listening?" Sam asked, knowing the answer was most likely a no. His brother hadn't looked away from the once classic car, now heap of junk. "Earth to Dean!" A hand waggled in front of Dean's face, but he didn't move. "Dude, c'mon. It just a-"
"Just a car? No It wasn't- isn't. When we're done here, I'm fixing her up."
Sam was taken back at Dean's monotone, but he managed a nod. "Alright, but for now you what to check out the hunters or the grandfather?"
"I got gramps. Less walking for me." Dean smiled, thinking he had out witted his brother for once.
However Sam just smiled, "Suit yourself, Cas you go to go?" Without a reply the angel disappeared with Sam, and it began to down pour.
"Oh come on!" Dean shouted to the sky, which flashed back at him. He gave up fighting the storm with insults and headed down towards the reservation. It wasn't long until he was running down the road. Water was splashing up at his heels, completely soaking the back of his pants. As if losing the Impala or being drenched wasn't enough, a scream came from down the road. There were about ten to fifteen houses down that way; one had water pouring out of its windows. "For Christ's sake…" The hunter began to run faster. In his head he made a check off list; Wolf boy, tree girl… who else was there?
A/N: Oh so creative... Can anyone guess who is attacking?
