When frailty in lace
Takes over the darkness's place
The three men will wander
Nothing was said about the bathroom incident, and within the next hour, their weapons had been packed up and stored in the impala. Standing in the parking lot, the look in Castiel's eyes convinced Dean to not argue when the angel raised his hands to the brothers foreheads, he decided to just close his eyes until it was over. He felt the tiny lurch in his stomach, and then he felt grass under his feet where there had been concrete a moment before. Dean let out a shaky breath and opened his eyes, glancing quickly around him. The field they were in was bland, and cold, and damp. He didn't like it.
"So, where is she?" Sam inquired, his gaze going towards the tree line a few hundred feet down-wind.
"This is as close as I was able to bring us, she seems to be... blocking me." Castiel paused, his attention pulled to the movement of bushes blown by the wind to his right. "The damage wreaked when she hit the earth should be easy to spot, however, and I doubt she has had time to recover in the past day and night to move from her landing spot."
"So we're basically playing an up-scale version of hide and seek, fantastic," Dean grumbled, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, eyebrows knotting together.
"Dean, this situation hardly compares to a-"
"Shut up, Cas!" With that, Dean stormed off through the short grass, Sam and Castiel watching on.
"Your brother..." Castiel struggled to find the words.
"I know," Sam replied, before loyally following his brother down the field. Castiel watched for a few moments more and decided to get a birds eye view, leaving the brothers to walk.
Sam was confused. More than that, he was mystified by the situation developing between his brother and Castiel. Not everyone can say their brother is in some weird... tsundere (Sam was sure he had heard that word from Jess) relationship with a god damn 'angel of the lord'. Perhaps it was damned by god and that's why it was so frustrating to watch. Sam's thoughts were racing as they trudged through the slightly damp fields, and he was secretly glad for the distraction. Staring at endless, unbroken fields for hours at a time with nothing plaguing his mind would surely be torturous. Sam glared at Dean's back as he ploughed his way forward, and was sure he could hear faint mutterings coming from his brothers direction. At least Dean wasn't bored either.
There were a few rabbit holes scattered in the path Dean was tracking through the grass, and Sam kept his eyes on the ground in front of him to avoid breaking an ankle.
"Dean-" Castiel called from a little way ahead.
"Ah. Fuck!" Dean yelled, and Sam's eyes snapped up. He stared ahead, suddenly confused, Dean had been in front of him just a moment ago. Taking a few more steps he finally saw all the broken earth and thrown up dirt, large cracks spanning in every direction. "I found her."
A few more steps revealed to Sam the large crater that Dean had managed to fall in to, his eyes skated from Dean to the center of the large disruption in the ground, and his eyebrows shot in to his hairline. The three noticed different things about the woman lying curled in front of them.
Castiel noticed the deep, rich purple of her soul, and the various green-blue flecks speckled throughout.
Sam noticed the way her translucent hair lay ragged and knotted around her head, and the sunken look of her closed eyes, she looked almost skeletal to him.
Dean noticed the lack of a bust and the thin medical looking gown shrouding her, and the way her bony fingers clutched desperately at the garment.
The three stared in silence for a few moments, taking in the way she was shuddering so violently Sam thought she might break her own bones.
"She looks in pain," Sam pointed out, the agonized look on the woman's face intensifying.
"It has been raining recently," Castiel said simply, already bending by Dean, hand out to heal whatever injuries he acquired from his fall. "This shall make it easier." Sam watched in disbelief as Castiel gripped his angel blade, encroaching on the frail looking woman.
"Woah, woah, Cas. You're just gonna kill her?" Dean asked, rising to his feet with a wince at the pain that wasn't there.
Castiel turned to him, a perplexed look on his face. "Of course, Dean. That is what we came here to do."
"Look, I'm not just gonna kill some ill-looking chick," Dean hissed, gesturing vaguely to the woman.
"Then I shall do it for you," Castiel informed him, and turned back to the convulsing body. The smell of smoke hit Sam and made him wince, it reminded him of when he was younger, and his father had taken him and Dean out in to the woods to hunt wendigo. They had to extinguish the corpse once they'd burned it to ash, the smell was exactly the same.
"Whoah, Cas, hold up. Maybe we should talk about this," Sam pleaded, reaching out a hand uselessly. "I mean, what damage can she do when she looks so... weak?"
Castiel paused to the brother's relief, his sigh of reluctance making the two boys relax slightly. "Perhaps it was a 'rash' decision," he huffed, sliding the blade back in to his coat.
"Can't we just... I don't know, detain her, or some thing? We could surround her with a moat!" Dean offered, grinning. Castiel sighed again, turning to face them both.
"There is a substance that can keep even gods contained," Castiel gave, worry twisting his features.
"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Sam urged, glancing down to his outstretched hand and letting it drop, embarrassment flashing across his face.
"It's extremely rare, and may take me several minutes to find," Castiel attempted to dissuade the brothers desperately, but Dean just continued grinning.
"What's it actually called?" Sam pushed, his curiosity piqued. Castiel glanced to each man desperately, trying to convey the severity of the consequences that this decision would bring.
"Elysiran."