W is for Winchester
Dean hit the ground with a thud. He had been trying to hold off the werewolf attack until Sam or Castiel arrived. She had other ideas.
"You're not as much fun as I thought you'd be," she said, shaking her head.
"You're no walk in the park," Dean said, smirking at his own wit.
She did not seem pleased with his joke. If the kick to his stomach was any indication. He groaned as he rolled to his side, trying to dodge her other kick.
"This is the great Dean Winchester," she asked as she grabbed him by the hair. She lifted his face to look at her. "I'm so disappointed. I thought you would put up more of a fight than this."
"You're not what I expected either," Dean replied.
"Am I too much for the great Dean Winchester?" she asked, laughing maniacally.
"You sure talk a lot for a dog," Dean said as he grabbed her ankle pulling her to the ground. He rolled away, staggering to his feet.
She growled at him, her eyes flashing at him. Dean looked down at the silver blade she had knocked out of his hands. He saw her glance at it too. He made a dive for the weapon as she dove at him. She made contact first, throwing him into the wall.
"Shit," Dean grunted as he felt something pop in his shoulder. This wasn't good. Sam and Castiel need to hurry up.
"I'm starting to think that you and your brother are overhyped," she said, bored, "Maybe you were once to be feared, but it seems age has caught up with you."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that."
'About damn time.' Dean thought as he looked up to see Sam standing in the doorway. There was no sign of Castiel, though.
"Ah yes, the other brother," she said, turning her attention to Sam. She seemed to think Dean was no longer a threat.
In his state, he probably wasn't much of a threat. His shoulder throbbed. It was probably dislocated, an easy fix. After they finished this hunt.
"Are you gonna put up a better fight than him? I gotta say I was expecting more from him. You Winchester brothers are a bit of a letdown," she said, giving Sam her full attention.
"Did you ever think this was part of the plan?" Sam asked.
"Plan?" she asked, confused.
"This plan."
The woman whipped around to see Castiel had entered the room from the back. She eyed the gun in his hands.
"Oh honey, bullets won't do much, I'm afraid," she said.
Dean looked between Sam and Castiel. Sam was the better shot. He wasn't sure how well this plan was thought out. He hoped that Castiel didn't miss.
"These ones might," Castiel said as he fired his shot into her stomach.
"Your aim could use some work," she taunted as her eyes flashed. She leaned forward to lunge, but she froze.
"I didn't miss," Castiel replied.
"What did you do?" she asked, her voice strained with pain. She started to claw at her stomach.
"Aconitum Napellus," Castiel replied, "more commonly known as wolfsbane."
The woman's eyes went wide in shock. She started to dig into her wound, searching for the bullet. She managed to pull it out, dropping it to the floor.
"Too late, the poison is spreading," Sam said, walking into the room.
"You forgot the most dangerous Winchester," Castiel said, walking up to her. "Me." He picked up the silver blade that Dean had dropped. He then sunk the blade into her heart, ending her suffering.
"Wolfsbane?" Dean asked, looking up at Sam as he helped him to his feet. He cradled his injured shoulder.
"You're injured," Castiel said, walking over to him.
"I'm fine, can I just say how badass that was, even if you missed your shot," Dean said.
"Barely," Castiel frowned, "it still had the desired effect, and it saved your ass, didn't it?"
"Oh my god, he's starting to sound like you," Sam groaned.
"Yeah, you did, Mr. Winchester," Dean replied with a smirk.
"Gross," Sam said, making a gagging sound as he walked away from the two.
"Your shoulder," Castiel said, focusing on Dean's injury.
"Dislocated," Dean replied, "probably. It's times like these I miss your mojo."
"About that," Castiel said slowly.
"Cas?" Dean asked.
"We needed to find you," Castiel said.
"I called you," Dean said.
"Lost my phone. Sam couldn't get service either. We had no choice," Castiel said.
"Ok, help me with my shoulder," Dean said.
Castiel helped Dean set his shoulder again. Dean grit his teeth at the pain. Castiel then gripped his shoulder, and the pain quickly ebbed away. Dean gave a sigh of relief.
"There's no one else here," Sam said, entering the room. He looked between the two, confused.
"Let's get out of here," Dean said.
The three exited the cabin. Castiel led Dean down the path ahead of Sam. The Impala was waiting for them.
A few hours passed as they rode in silence. Sam was sprawled across the back seat sleeping.
"It doesn't change anything," Dean said, not taking his eyes off the road. "With or without mojo. I loved you as an Angel before, and I'll love you now." He glanced over at Castiel to see a smile spread across his face.
"Nothing has changed," Castiel said, "in case you forgot, you basically married me. You gave me your last name, after all."
"Yeah, we should do that for real," Dean said, reaching for his hand. Castiel laced their fingers together.
"A hunter wedding?" Castiel said.
"Yeah, Sam can be my best man and we can braid his hair and everything," Dean joked.
"Over my dead body," Sam grumbled from the backseat.
Dean started laughing. Castiel grinned at him. He brought Dean's hand up to his lips. He pressed a kiss to the back of his hand.