Chapter 7- Murderous motives

The women pushed Dean against the brick wall, lust filling her blue eyes. She advanced on Dean closing the empty space between their lips. Dean kissed her lazily like he has done with the many other girls that he's been with but this time it was different. Dean pulled away before flashing a cocky grin ''your not even gonna tell me your name sweetheart?''.

''Not yet'' she teased as she traced the smooth leather of Dean's worn jacket

When Dean looked back up the sun was reflecting of her eyes intensifying the blue and he thought beautiful blue eyes, just like Cas.

Wait why was I thinking of Cas?

Dean pushed away the image and turned his attention to her as the women whispered something foul into his ear, his smile suddenly dropping.

''kill Castiel and you can be with me forever, please Dean... I can give you more than he can ever give to you.''

''Kill Castiel'' Dean repeated shocked, processing what was happening.

The next words she spoke made Dean's blood run cold ''if not than we can't be together Dean... You don't want that now do you?''

Unshed tears pricked at Dean's green eyes as he shook his head, unable to control the murderous motives. Dean walked back into the bar, slightly swaying, feeling dazed.

Cas must of went back to the motel.

Dean sighed in what sounded like relief? Maybe Dean could actually fight the love spell but the oxytocin pumping through his blood and the twitching of his hand on the angel blade persuaded him otherwise. He lost hope as his body thought the urge to call Cas... But failed. The number rang a few times before someone picked up. It was Sam.

Sam's POV:

''Dean?'' I asked worried becasue Dean never called Cas' phone unless it was an emergency, which raised some suspicions.

''Oh hey Sammy'' Dean spoke in a monotone voice but then spoke with a little more urgency and aggression ''where's Castiel?''.

I flinched at the use of Cas' full name, Dean had never used his best friend's full name before. Unless he was angry at Cas for some reason? So then I decided to replay the events of earlier.

*Flashback*

I watched Dean walk arm in arm with the women luring him away, I turned to see Cas who had an expression that I'd never seen before. I felt pity towards Cas, understanding how he felt

''What a dick'' I mumbled beneath my breath feeling anger towards Dean, though I carried on with my investigation and pick locked the door which led to the private staff room, the room was small and cramped, the walls looked old and weathered, some of the wallpaper was peeling off but the overall appearance was dreary and dark. The one thing that struck me as strange was the brightly colored hibiscus flowers in a large glass pot which stuck out in contrast. I made mental notes before heading back out to fetch Cas who was still staring at the door,

''Comon' Cas, lets head back to the motel'' I attempted a small smiled which hopefully looked sympathetic before heading out through the back.

*present time*

''Sam?!'' Dean snapped me back out of my thoughts as I was still wondering what the issue was

''Oh, um, yeah he's at the motel'' I mumbled pulling the phone away from my ear as not to become deaf from Dean's unnecessary shouting

''Great bye'' Dean rushed as the phone line suddenly disconnected.

I stood there for a while in confusion but that's when it all fell into place, a small fact stated on the police reports i'd read earlier that a hibiscus flower was left at each crime scene which was thought to be a mark of some kind...

How could I not see it before? I immediately knew that my bother had been infected with the oxytocin and rushed to warn Cas.

Cas was lying on the bed staring up at the ceiling, waiting for Sam to come back from the library. But there was something troubling him, it was the fact that Dean was probably having the time of his life with a woman he just met whilst Cas always stayed in the shadows wanting Dean for himself. Cas couldn't stop thinking about it, the emotions he had been keeping buried inside finally opened up making warm tears trail down his cheeks. Cas was confused to what Dean's feelings truly were for him, he always gave off mixed feelings towards Cas, one moment they would be deeply looking into each others eyes and the next Dean would use sarcastic jokes whenever they got too close as if he was trying to push Cas away, as if Dean thought that loving someone was a sign of weakness.

Cas heavily sighed in frustration, quickly wiping away the tears with his trench coat sleeve when he heard an audible click of the door being closed, he sat up and saw a very tired Dean staring at him. Cas smiled brightly feeling comforted and all the pain eased away by Dean's presence but he noticed something was off, Cas could feel Dean's soul attacking his own as if it was fueled with rage, it wasn't green in color like usual but a black cloud. Dean neared Cas steadily and slowly as if he was stalking prey. Cas yelped feeling a wave of nausea when Dean unexpectedly punched him in the gut, he coughed spluttering blood, there was a blunt force of pain across Cas' cheek, again and again until he felt numb. Cas' wings ripped through his shirt in a surge of shock and adrenaline for defense but deemed ineffective, just about when Cas thought he was going to pass out there was a sharp tug on his hair as it was pulled back.

''Dean... Please'' Cas spoke hoarsely his voice thick with despair, remembering the nightmare he had which felt similar to this. It made Cas feel empty inside as if he doesn't deserve to live anymore, like he is worthless.

Dean had the same coldness in his eyes as if Cas was just another 'thing' he hunted, Cas knew Dean was disgusted by him. Dean was the only thing in Cas' life in which he anchored to, Dean was Cas' life support and without him Cas didn't think there was any point of living anymore. Cas remembered when he was ready to give up, ready to die but Dean saved him, he was the light in the darkness but now when Cas revisited the dark place in his mind the light had disappeared, he was alone the one thing that terrified Cas the most. So Cas stopped begging and closed his eyes, ready to accept his fate.

The door swung open and Dean was about to stab the angel but missed grazing Cas' right wing as a dark figure wrestled Dean to the floor. Cas opened his eyes startled from the sudden outburst. The larger figure looked towards Cas which he could barely make out as the lines of Sam's face. Cas finally gave in towards the heaviness of his eyes and the stinging pain of his wings, he ignored the pulsating headache and collapsed onto the cold stone floor.