Witch Hunt

By

Ava Brett

Disclaimer

None of the characters mentioned in the below piece of fiction belong to me in any shape or form. I am merely using them for my own personal entertainment.

Author Note

So here's the next chapter for you.

Witch Hunt will be one of the few stories (There are four) which I shall be updating on a weekly basis. My other stories will be in rotation and be updated every two weeks. It's the only way which I can think of managing so many stories at one time.

I enjoy writing Witch Hunt and I enjoy knowing where the story is eventually going to go. It's gonna be a long one, most definitely over thirty chapters, perhaps nearer fifty depending on a few things. There are so many plot lines and twists and different characters and character stories to include that I don't think I would be doing the plot line any justice if I tried to rush it for the sake of it, abandoning some planned plot lines just to finish the story quickly.

I'm not going to abandon the story so please be patient with me. I unfortunately can't be chained to my laptop all day every day trying to update

So anyway please enjoy the chapter!

Overall Summary

Sam and Dean Winchester's lives are turned upside down by the arrival of Gabriel and Castiel Novak, hunters whose reputation precede them. They know that the Hunters are after them but when Castiel marks Dean as his own, the brothers realise how truly screwed they actually are. Now it's a race against time to not only hide who they are from the Novaks but to try and obey the rules of the coven which state they must use their powers against them. Now they must make a decision, their coven or the loves of their lives?

Chapter Summary

Tensions rises and opportunities are missed…

Overall Romance

Castiel Novak/Dean Winchester and Gabriel Novak/Sam Winchester

Chapter Romances

Strong indications of Castiel Novak / Dean Winchester


Chapter Twelve

Just stay away!


Dean swallowed hard, managing with difficulty to keep the pleasant expression on his face as he waited for Castiel to answer him and invite him into his motel room. What he really wanted to do was smile, turn away from the other man and walk back to the bar and his brother, pushing Castiel and the mark and the whole incident with Ellen from his mind but he couldn't do that.

Not now.

For once Sam had made sense to him; they had waited hundred of years for the chance to get revenge on Ellen for murdering their parents. Now while she was distracted by the thought of Dean being marked by a human Hunter, he finally had his chance to make his move on her. He could easily meet with the Alphas who fathered the other supernatural creatures who he had encountered throughout the ages, he was strong enough in power to call down the Archangels from heaven and the first Demons from hell and demand their co-operation. He could pull in century's worth of favours which he had built up over time. He could build an army which could take down any army which Ellen produced to face him.

All he needed was the time to do it.

Time in which Ellen stayed far away from Lawrence allowing him to work, Dean was a born leader and strategist, if he had the time to plan then he knew they would win. They had to win; there was no other option available to them. Sam was right, it was time that Dean took the role he was born to be in, the role Ellen had killed his mother for.

All he had to do was keep his side of the bargain with her and to do that then he had to do this.

He had to allow Castiel in whether he wanted to or not.

Dean's eyes lingered on Castiel's face, his heart pounding against his rib cage as he fought the urge in him which wanted to reach out and touch the other man's face, tracing his features with his hands so he could feel the skin beneath his finger tips, skin which looked surprisingly soft considering the life style he knew Castiel led. He wanted to bridge the gap between them and kiss the other man with no intention on stopping because Dean didn't believe that one kiss, however long it was, would ever be enough to satisfy him once he had tasted Castiel. If he gave into the cravings growing in him then he would be lost and he knew it and yet a small, defiant part of him didn't care. A small part wanted to give in to Castiel and be with him and it was a feeling which frightened Dean if he was being honest with him self. He hadn't needed anyone before; he had only been focused on the task of keeping his brother and those under his protection safe from any threat. He had been fine being alone, safe in the knowledge that he still had Sam with him every step of the way but ever since he had glanced at those stupidly bright blue eyes of the man opposite him, it hadn't been enough. Suddenly Dean wanted more; Dean wanted Castiel by his side and in his bed.

He was aware of the silence lingering on between them as they both stared at each other, Castiel's gaze intent. Dean breathed out, the sound loud in the quiet room.

"Look If I'm interrupting something important or I've come at a bad time for you then I can always come back another time" Dean forced him self to say, keeping his voice light and friendly. "Maybe tomorrow or something if you're still in town?" he suggested.

"No" Castiel responded instantly, his grip on the door tightening as he stepped back to the side, opening the door fully for Dean to enter "I'm not busy now so we can talk if you want, come in, excuse the mess Gabe doesn't know the meaning of the word clean" he remarked with a slight smile as he indicated the room with his hand, his eyes never leaving Dean's face.

Dean nodded with a smile, stepping over the threshold and looking carefully around him taking in all the details he could about the room and what the Hunters had with them. His eyes lingered on the open duffle bags and unmade beds before he turned his attention to all the books which littered the surfaces on the tables the room had provided.

"Big readers I see" Dean commented casually, reaching out and opening one of the books up carefully, a slight frown coming to his face when he noticed the title of the book.

How the hell had they managed to get a copy of this book? He thought he had gathered them all up, locking them away from human eyes. He cursed silently in his head, of course they would have the one copy he had some how missed.

Castiel stepped up beside him reaching out and taking the book from Dean's hand, his fingers lightly skimming the back of Dean's fingers, he glanced down at the book's cover before he closed it placing it back on the pile stacked up on the table surface. Dean blinked, turning his head to face Castiel, breathing in the musky scent from the other man before he made himself give the other man a curious look as he took a few steps back so he could think clearly.

"Yeah we both read a bit, it's a hobby and it makes the evenings go quicker" Castiel remarked.

"I'll take your word for it, me and Sammy work every evening so we don't get that problem" Dean pointed out with a smile, he glanced to the side as a flash of light caught his attention, his eyes focusing on a wickedly curved knife sitting on top of a pile of crumpled clothes which looked as though they had seen better days. He swallowed at the sight of it, forcing his eyes away from it and back to Castiel's face. Clearly neither of them had been expecting any visitors or they would have been more careful about hiding their weapons.

Dean shook his head, watching when Castiel moved away from the table and came to stand in front of him, with only a few paces separating them from each other. Normally having someone this close to him would have made Dean feel uneasy, placing him on instant guard, but it felt strangely natural when it was Castiel, as though the other man was meant to be with him by his side. Dean assumed that the feeling was a result of the mark and bond between them now.

"So where exactly is your brother then?" Dean asked curiously, glancing around him, his eyes lingering on the partially closed bathroom door. The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing. Dean didn't know Gabriel well but even he could tell from the brief time he had spent with him that Gabriel and silence didn't mix together in any sort of fashion.

"Gabriel has gone out for a short time" Castiel answered "It's just me here at the moment."

"Good" Dean remarked, the word escaping his mouth before he could stop it. A pleased look came to Castiel's eyes at his slip up. "I mean I came to speak to both but it's not like it's the end of the world if Gabriel isn't here, you can always tell him later about the conversation." he added, reaching up and running a hand through his short hair. Castiel raised an eyebrow at that, glancing back towards the front door with a considering look before he looked back towards Dean and took a small step further into Dean's personal space.

Dean made him self remain still, ignoring the desire gripping him which made him want to bridge the remaining gap between him and Castiel. He had experienced it earlier that morning when he had seen Castiel in the Braeden house but it was nothing like it was now, now the desire was almost overwhelming making his head swim with it.

"What could we possibly have to talk together about Dean?" Castiel asked softly. Dean nervously licked his lips, a shudder going through him at the way his name had sounded when Castiel spoke it. He wanted to hear it again.

"We've plenty to talk about" Dean answered coolly, standing straighter and setting his shoulders. He was the Maiden of all witches, a man born to handle immense pressure and responsibility, he had faced down angels and demons and god knew what else in his time on his world. He was not some giddy school kid who fell apart just because they were faced with their first crush; there was no way he was going to turn into a mess just because Castiel spoke his name as though he was savouring it.

"Such as?" Castiel queried.

"Such as the real reason why you and Gabriel were at Lisa's house earlier" Dean stated, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Oh that" Castiel said offhandedly, taking another small step forward.

"Yeah that" Dean repeated crossing his arms over his chest. "Care to explain why you were there? I know that you and your brother don't work for the Kansas medical board so why the hell did you lie and say you did and why the hell do you have fake IDs saying you do?" he demanded.

Castiel stopped moving and stared at him.

"And how do you know that I'm not a Doctor Dean?" he asked politely, crossing his own arms over his chest as he waited patiently for Dean to answer him. Dean felt his eyes narrow in annoyance.

"Because Castiel, you and your brother aren't as smart as you think you are. You've clearly forgotten the one cardinal rule about bars" he commented.

"And what's that then?" Castiel queried.

"That everyone always talks to barmen about everything" Dean said bluntly. "Your brother Gabriel made the mistake of telling Sam last night that the two of you travel all across America, from town to town doing the odd jobs here or there. Its amazing what people let slip when they are trying to get into someone's bed for the evening." Dean commented, watching a sudden flash of heat come to Castiel's eyes, he forced him self to ignore it and to continue speaking. "If you worked for the Kansas medical board like you claim to do then there is no way in hell that you would be travelling around the country for them because why would they care about anything which was happening in another state? Don't get me wrong, I'm no expert but I'd wager a guess that they have enough shit to be dealing with within their own boarders without creating extra work for themselves by having their Doctors travel around America. Surely you'd be needed here."

Dean watched carefully, picking up on the hint of frustration and anger which came to Castiel's eyes before he lowered them to the ground, hiding his expression from view.

"Why does it bother you so much Dean?" Castiel asked, bringing his eyes back to meet his. "What's so important about this that you would come down here just before opening time to ask me about it? You're clearly not stupid so you would know that we are coming to the bar later this evening, so why not just ask me there if you needed to know the answers that badly? Why make the special journey to come to my motel room to ask? I'm sure that Gabriel didn't tell your brother what our room number was because we didn't even have a room number a that point in time, which can only mean Dean that you've gone out of your way to find out where I'm staying just to speak to me. Tell me Dean, were you waiting outside hoping that Gabriel would leave so you could catch me alone? Why not knock when we're both here if its that important to you?" he asked casually reaching up and running his hand through his hair, a slight smile lingering around his mouth as he watched Dean.

"You flatter your self Castiel, I would have spoken to both of you if your brother was here" Dean responded shortly, cursing inside his head when he felt his cheeks heat up meaning that he was blushing, a triumphant look came to Castiel's eyes meaning that he had spotted Dean's reaction.

"Am I?" Castiel commented tilting his head to the side, his eyes lingering on Dean's features as though he was memorising them. "I really don't think I am Dean, especially not about this. Do you want my opinion on why you came down here now?" he asked, taking another step forward so he was within touching distance of Dean.

"Not really Castiel, I'm not that bothered about what you think." Dean answered instantly, feeling a flicker of unease as he shifted awkwardly on the spot. When the hell had he lost control of this conversation and why the hell was he finding it so hot? Dean was always in control, he had to be and yet he was merely helpless in this situation, a bystander watching it all happen.

"Oh I think you do want to know Dean, I can see it in your eyes" Castiel responded simply. "I think that you came down here now because you wanted to see me" he said quietly.

"Now you're really flattering your self Castiel. I came down here to tell you and your brother to leave Lisa the hell alone. You're not Doctors regardless of what you've told her so stay away from her or I'll make you stay away and trust me when I say you don't want that" Dean remarked coldly. Castiel eyes narrowed.

"And how exactly would you do that Dean?" he asked.

"There's always a way Castiel" Dean answered, biting down on the inside of his mouth and forcing him self to focus on the pain so he didn't give anything away.

"I would really like to see you try." Castiel responded, reaching out suddenly and grabbing Dean by his wrist, yanking him forward so he stumbled forward straight into Castiel. The other man reached out instantly wrapping his other hand around Dean's other wrist, staring into his eyes as his thumbs softly began to stroke back and forth over Dean's racing pulse point.

Dean sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling dizzy as the tension between them escalated until it was almost a physical thing pressing against his skin trying to burrow itself into his very soul. He wanted nothing more to give into the demand in Castiel's eyes but he couldn't move, his thoughts racing chaotically around his head, leaving him confused.

Castiel made a sound, releasing one of Dean's wrists and wrapping his hand around the back of his neck instead, using the grip to pull Dean down towards him. The look in his eyes making it very clear what Castiel was planning to do.

Dean's eyes flickered shut.

"Cassie I got you the – oh sorry am I interrupting something here?"

Dean's head swung round towards the door, his eyes widening when he realised that he had been about to let Castiel kiss him. He made a shocked sound, stepping back quickly and pulling his wrist out of Castiel's grip as he ran his hand through his hair. He glanced towards Castiel quickly but the other man was glaring at Gabriel as though he wanted the other man to self combust on the spot.

"I was just leaving" Dean commented, heading towards the door without another look at Castiel. He was aware of the other man staring intensely at the back of his head but he forced him self to ignore the desire to look back at him. He moved past Gabriel and out into the chilly air, breathing it and allowing it to cool his heated face.

Jesus that had been close. He hadn't realised that the pull between them would be that strong if it was just the two of them.

He was going to have to be careful of it in the future.

It was the only way this plan would work.


Author Note

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