A few days passed with Dean venturing out of the plane far enough to find them food and bring back water and that was it. Cas was adamant about Dean staying close, claiming he was worried about any potential dangers that lurk on the island. But to Dean, it was still pretty obvious Cas just didn't want to be left alone, that he was… Scared.

Sure, there might have been some concern about Dean's wellbeing and the desire to face whatever was out there together, but Dean could still feel the vulnerability and shame in Cas' voice whenever Dean had to go out. He never voiced out his opinion though, letting Cas have some dignity in this situation.

Besides, he didn't like to leave the angel alone and exposed either.

As the days went by, Cas' leg started to heal and despite Dean's protests, the angel began to stand up more and walk around the plane's cabin a bit. He claimed the muscle needed the exercise and while Dean logically knew that, it still didn't prevent him from worrying.

It only got worse when Cas decided it was time for him to go outside. Just a little walk around the perimeter, he said, nothing major. He knew his limits, he said. Like a worried mother hen, Dean trailed behind him, hating that Cas wouldn't use him as leverage.

"Have you ever been down this path?" The angel was looking at an old path which was overrun by bushes and plants, there was no way to get through it fast and easily.

"Didn't want to bother trying to get through that," Dean replied, focusing on Cas' feet and where the angel was stepping.

"Doesn't seem to be overly blocked. There could be a clearing just beyond this first line of trees. Bring me that machete you made." Machete was a very loose term for the weapon Dean made. It was a bent, sharpened piece of metal from the plane, one end wrapped up in a hard cloth and tied with a string from a pair of sweats to make a handle.

"Yeah, like I am going to let you cut through that when you can't even stand straight," Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Well, then, by all means… Be my guest." Cas motioned his hand towards the bushes. Dean wanted to argue that they didn't have to do this now, but considering how stubborn Cas was being these days, he knew the angel would find a reason to get what he wanted. Heck, it could have been his plan all along, for Dean to be the one to cut through the path. Damnit.

Worst thing was, the little fucker was right, just beyond the first tree line, there was a small cleaning. And across from that, there seemed to be trees with some fruit on them.

Slowly, Cas staggered and Dean followed, both hyper vigilant of their surroundings, even if nothing seemed amiss.

"Dean, look." Cas had a smile on his face as he pointed to a nearby tree, but Dean's expression turned sour once he realized what fruit was on it.

"Lemons? Seriously?"

"They are an excellent source of vitamin C!"

"Yeah, and they're also sour. The banana tree I found is much better."

Despite Dean's argument, Cas still tried to pick some. "Stop that, you're gonna make that leg worse. Sit down on that boulder, let me."

And that's how Dean found himself with his arms filled with lemons, the sour expression on his face never changing. But at least Cas had something else to add to his tea, and the angel was pretty pleased about it, so Dean guessed it was worth it. To see Cas smile. To lift his spirits.

Over the next few days, they took their short trips to the clearing, slowly venturing further in and eventually found some mangos and pineapples. It made Cas really happy, but all Dean wanted was to try and capture something with meat on it. A bird or even a fish… A wild boar seemed like a nice, distant dream.

Dean was a hunter, and his dad taught him to hunt more than just supernatural creatures, but as much as he tried, he couldn't capture a single thing on this damn island. Like the universe had something against him eating a good, healthy, meaty meal.

So needless to say he was a Lotte* cranky.

And Cas kept pushing for them to go further and further each day. Dean knew this was what they should be doing, but he couldn't help worrying about his friend, worrying that Cas was putting too much pressure on himself and on his still hurt leg.

He noticed they were starting to argue over the littlest of things and it took him a while.to figure out he was the one starting those fights. It could have been that this whole situation was getting to him more than he was willing to admit. He knew he had to get his shit together before he didn't something stupid, like storm off and leave Cas in the middle.of nowhere to limp back to camp.

But knowing, and doing were two very different things.

It was hot that day, like really, really hot. They already drank all the water they had, there was no stream anywhere near them and they were over a mile away from the camp. Yet Cas was pushing for them to go just a little further more, tapping something about his instincts telling him there was something up ahead.

"We should head back."

"Just a little more, Dean. I can't describe why I feel like this, but I am confident there is something there."

"We have been on this path for hours now, Cas. I am hungry and I am tired and I stink and we still have hours to return to the camp." Dean was getting agitated.

"I know, but–"

"No buts! There is nothing here but more trees and bushes with thorns and mosquitos and I am done, okay?! I am done. Let's go back–"

"Dean–"

"No!! Fuck, Cas, no more!! I want to get out of this fucking island, I do, but Theranos nothing there, alright?! Nothing!! And don't give me that crap about you feeling it, because you usually have a crappy gut instinct, which only gets worse when you lose your mojo!" He should have stopped here. The taken aback look on Cas' face should have been enough to stop him.

"Face it, Cas. You have no idea what you're doing and it's gonna get both of us killed! You're acting like a kid, like a freaking toddler, running around in nature."

"You mean like a baby? In a trenchcoat?" There was a cold edge to Cas' tone, and Dean should have stopped, he should have.

"Yeah, except you managed to lose the trenchcoat too!" He knew it was the wrong thing to say. He knew how much that coat meant to Cas, to Jimmy. And he knew what he was insinuating right now and he knew it wasn't right. He knew he went too far.

The angel felt useless as it was, he didn't need Dean to run it in. If Cas still had his powers, he would have flapped his wings and disappeared by now, and he would have been right to do so. But, as it was, Cas simply scoffed, turned around and started walking deeper into the jungle.

Great.

Dean had no choice but to follow, no matter how much he wanted to let Cas be, let him go so that he could prove there was nothing there, (and that Dean didn't need him around anyway).

Stumbling out of another thorny bush, Dean cursed loudly and then slammed right into a wall of solid muscle, making both of them stumble a little bit. Dean cursed some more.

But Cas wasn't looking at him, he was looking ahead and when Dean followed his gaze, he realized Cas had been right. There was something there.

Rows of cottages, clean cut grass, marked pathways, a whole freaking resort…

Dean cursed some more.