Done Apologizing, chapter 3

A/N Sorry it took me this long to update. I found this chapter incredibly difficult to write. Still not too happy about it, but I just want to continue the story.

Hope you guys enjoy!

Dean was already in the driver´s seat of the Impala, loud rock music blasting from the radio and windows strolled down when he heard Sam and Castiel approaching.

Sam slid in the seat next to him, but he didn´t hear Castiel opening the door. Impatiently he looked out of the window but was startled when he suddenly found the angel in the backseat already. Sam chuckled, "Still haven't heard of a door-handle, have you?" Castiel, however, ignored him and said sullenly, "I do not appreciate this type of transportation. It is much too confining."

"Yeah, well, our case, our ride." Dean said, while looking in his rear-view mirror. Somehow seeing Cas in the backseat of his car, with a pouting expression, made him smile. He didn't look powerful or impressive now and Dean started happily humming along to the song that was playing as the engine came to life with a loud purr.

They drove in silence for a while, Sam busy reading an old book on Latin mythology and Castiel lost in thought as he stared solemnly at the back of the driver's seat.

Just as the part of the song with the awesome guitar solo came on and Dean had started to drum along with his hands on the steering-wheel, Sam turned to his brother with an annoyed expression. "Do you mind? I am trying to read." "No, I don't mind" Dean replied as he shot him a smug smile. Sam scoffed a bit and sighed unhappily but decided against arguing, he just wanted to continue reading.

Dean went on drumming enthusiastically along, completely focused on the rhythm of the music when all of the sudden the radio gave out. "What the...?" He said as he ticked with his fingers against the radio, but it remained silent. "Sonofbitch what's wrong with this thing!" He had started shouting now.

"At least it is quiet now." A low voice behind him said. Dean immediately glanced angrily over his shoulder and hissed "Did you do this?" Castiel looked away from Dean and stared innocently out of the window when he replied, "Do what exactly?" "Breaking my damn radio! You. Do. Not. Mess. With. My. Car." He said every word distinctively, aggression clearly audible in his tone. Cas looked Dean straight in the eye again, a small, almost teasing, smile around his lips when he said "It is nothing by my wrongdoing, your automobile is simply old. It was very probably something would break."

"Seems to me like you've put quite some thought in it" Dean replied, not buying the story for one second. "Be mad at me all you want, but keep your hands from my car!" He yelled. Sam rolled his eyes, thinking how is brother was clearly overreacting when he saw how they were now driving on the other lane. Not too far ahead he could see an other car speeding right towards them.

"Dean! The road!" He shouted. Dean quickly grabbed the steering wheel and made a sharp turn, just avoiding the oncoming, loud-honking car. With a gasp of relief he stopped the car at the side of the road, but the feeling of relief quickly turned into one of anger again. He turned to face Castiel, who had remained unmoved under the events.

"See what you did? We could have died!" Dean's tone was thick with adrenaline and he only got more frustrated when the angel didn't speak but just continued to stare at Dean, a glint of amusement in his eyes. Dean was about to yell some more when he saw his brother's infamous bitch-face. "Seriously, what the hell is going on between you two?" Sam asked with a scoff.

"Nothing, okay." Dean replied, willing his voice to become calmer. He really didn't feel like dealing with Sam's prying questions right now, or ever for that matter so he decided to change the subject. "Just… never mind." He paused. "Did you discover anything new in that book you were reading?" Sam sighed and looked unhappily at the book that was lying in his lap. "Not much, just that these Bacchae have rituals to practice their power. But that still doesn't explain the blood-draining."

Sam turned his attention to Castiel. "Is that why you need to go to the place where one of the bodies was found? Because you think it's the same location as that of the ritual?"

"Yes." Castiel replied. "Bacchae are bound to the specific site they picked for their ritual. If I am at that exact site, I should be able to detect their power and work out where the Bacchae is hiding."

Dean, happy they were on a safe subject again, started the car. Though some of that happiness did disappear when he remembered why the radio stayed silent. Still, Sam and Cas were now busy discussing different theories about the case so Dean could have a moment to himself, to try to recollect his thoughts.

He was sure Castiel had messed with his radio. He really wasn't going to let it go, was he. Dean grinded his teeth. Well he sure as hell was not going to give in and get all soppy and apologise. He almost flinched at the thought alone.

Dean focused on the road again, glad to discover they were very nearly there. He pulled up on the driveway next to the deserted and neglected building that once served as a warehouse. "Alright, let's get inside so Cas can work his mojo and we can finally hunt the witch bitch down." "Bacchae" Sam corrected as he walked towards the building. "Know-all." Dean muttered but followed Sam through the door, Castiel had already teleported himself inside.

"Pff Cas, you really are getting lazy." Dean shot at him, as soon as he entered the dim-lit room. The only light came through the small, mostly shattered windows. Castiel turned around, a look of annoyance on his face because Dean had broken his concentration.

"Oh, sorry" Dean said, obviously not meaning it.

Castiel looked back to the spot where the body had been found and closed his eyes with a serious look on his face. Just as he was lowering himself to the ground, Dean said with a grin, "So, what exactly are you going to do now?" Castiel's head snapped towards Dean again.

"Will you be quiet?" He growled. Dean nodded slowly, satisfied with the reaction he had gotten and went to stood next to Sam.

Castiel kneeled on the ground, hands hovering above the concrete surface and softly started whispering in Enochian.

Just as Dean was wondering how long Castiel would need for his little Angelic spell, he noticed something was wrong. The look on Cas' face was strained and suddenly his eyes opened, wide with shock. He turned to the Winchesters, trying to shout something, but it was already too late.

Before he could realise what was happening, Dean found himself flying through the air until he landed on the painfully hard floor. Confused he opened one eye, finding Sam in the same state as he was in. In the middle of the room, he could see blurring images, flashes even. After a little while of trying to make sense of these flashes, he realised one of them was Castiel, moving with inhuman speed.

Dean scrambled on hands and knees before he stood up. Still dazed from the impact of him and the floor, he staggered towards Sam, helping him up. As soon as they were both standing, they rushed towards Castiel, who was now being circled by two long-haired women.

Well, Dean used the word women, since he didn't know how else to describe them. They both were wearing ragged robes, their hair was a dirty blond colour that looked like it hadn't been combed in quite some time. The most striking feature, however, were their eyes. They burned with a flaming red shade. Dean's mind flashed to one of the images he had seen in Sam's book that afternoon. "Bacchae" He whispered to himself.

He and Sam had almost reached Castiel when Dean saw Cas was focused on the Bacche that was standing closest to him, unaware of the other one that was in a crouched position, ready to attack the angel. Dean had no other idea how to make Castiel aware of the incoming attack without making himself vulnerable to the other. So he did the only thing he could think of and he launched himself towards the crouching Bacche, slamming into her with a loud bang.

Momentarily distracted, the other Bacche turned towards Dean, allowing Cas to race towards her, cutting off the larger part of the room.

While Sam and Castiel were now trying to corner her, the other one had focused her full attention on Dean. He was lying on the floor once again when two hands gripped his jacket tight and threw him a couple of yards back. Dean could feel blood gushing down his head and tried to open his eyes again. He saw the Bacche leaning towards him and he could hear her hissing over and over again the same words. "So... hungry." Her blood red eyes bored into Dean's, as if searching for something. Dean tried to fight her off but he was lacking the strength. He already had problems with trying to stay conscious.

The Bacche placed her hand on his chest, right above his heart and Dean could feel the pressure in the muscle rising. From the corner of his eye, he could see Castiel and Sam had succeeded in cornering the other Bacche and under a loud shrieking, Cas placed his hands on her head.

Dean's vision became blurred, his heart was beating frantically and he literally could hear his blood pumping through his veins. And there was the white light he had been expecting, so bright he had to close his eyes. He could hear the lifeless body of the Bacche across the room fall down on the floor. But even hearing had become almost impossible, blood pounding in his ears. The last thing he heard before passing out was Castiel roaring his name.

A/N

Quite a long chapter, not much Destiel I know. I just need the plot to make the story believable. Like I said, not really happy how this turned out. If you have any suggestions/tips/criticism/opinions, please review. It means so much to me.