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"Nobody's Fault But Mine"

Dean awoke from a refreshing sleep only to find Castiel absent from his arms. He stretched and got out of bed groggily, figuring the angel had just bet him out of there for once. Now that the angel had discovered the world of dreams he seemed to want to make up for all the years he hadn't had the opportunity. Dean would never tell anyone, but he found the idea extremely cute. Castiel was also a major cuddler a fact that he should have inferred before he shared the same tent with him. Since he had abandoned his family to help out Sam and Dean he seemed to enjoy nothing more than being as close to Dean as he could possibly be at all times. Dean now knew that the strange behavior meant that Castiel was more than fond of him and unsure of how to express such alien feelings. Dean chuckled. Well he had sure expressed plenty of feeling last night. He stretched and slipped on some clothes as Sam still slept on like nothing in the world could wake him. Lucky for Dean and Cas. Sam had no idea how many times Dean had brought someone into their room while he was sleeping and snuck them out before dawn. Having Sam catch him with Castiel was more risky so Dean figured they would have to wait for nightfall that night for uninterrupted intimacy.

"Hey Cas." Dean peeked his head out of the tent and surveyed the camp ground. The angel was nowhere to be found. "Cas? You didn't zap somewhere did you? C'mon man." Dean was starting to panic as he circled the tent. The sky was overcast with an angry assortment of angry gray clouds. Thunder rumbled in displeasure in the distance. "Cas? Where are you?" Damn it where was that angel?

Dean burst into the tent. "Sam. SAMMY GET YOUR LAZY SASQUATCH ASS OUT OF BED. CAS IS MISSING."

"What?" Sam sat up groggily and rubbed his eyes. "Dean, Cas always teleports somewhere without a word. It's what he does. Why all the worry now?"

"Because he is almost out of angel juice you dumb son of a bitch! I told him not to zap anywhere unless it was necessary or if I said so."

Sam nodded. "Yeah. And Cas does seem to listen to everything you say."He cleared his throat. "I noticed that both of you decided to forgo the single sleeping bags and double up."

Dean threw him a glare. "Not the time for that Sam. Come on. Maybe he is after that damn fish at the river again." Sam and Dean sped down a hill and reached the river just as the rain began to pour. As they searched around the bank they became just as muddy and wet as they were worried about their missing angel. "Cas! Castiel! Get your feathery ass back here!"

Sam ran a hand through his hair. "Dean, I don't think he's here."

"Thanks for the update Captain Obvious."

"Wanna check over the camp again? If Cas zapped somewhere that is probably where we will find him when he zaps back. Dean nodded and followed Sam as he tried to fight the sickening worry that made his head dizzy and knees weak. He was supposed to take care of Cas. God knew the poor sap couldn't look out for himself without someone calling the shots. He trusted Dean. And damn if Dean didn't know it. He had seen the looks in Castiel's eyes when the angel stood there staring, even alongside that dick of an angel, Uriel. He had braved so many things for Dean even as his fear told him to hold back. To wait for the orders he had always listened to. Dean knew that it was all for him and that Castiel hadn't even told him the half of what he had done for him. He killed his own family. Stabbed the silver angel sword through siblings he had known for centuries. Dean tried to picture killing Sam or their father and the very idea made him even more shaky and ill. What had he done for Cas? He taught him to think more for himself whilst introducing him to all of the negative emotions from Pandora's pox. Dean wasn't even sure if Cas was so much making decisions on his own than following Dean's orders. He gave him orders just as John had given his sons. Pain and even fear had begun to show in the angel's eyes. And he looked so tired now. His powers diminished daily as he frantically failed around for something or someone to hold onto. And now Cas was lost somewhere. Dean didn't tell Sam but he was afraid that Castiel didn't have enough Grace to even zap somewhere and even if he did Dean had told him not to. What if the poor son of a bitch could have zapped to safety from danger? What if he had taken Dean's advice in his usual literal logic?

"I'm going to try and call him." Dean closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "Now I lay me down to sleep…I hope you weren't taken by some creep. Cas. Come on. Please talk to me. I need to know…that you're alright." He peeked out of one eye and looked around. "He's not here. Why is he not here!" Dean punched the tree next to him and grimaced when the rough bark scraped up his knuckles.

"Dean. It's okay. We'll find him."

"Yeah but what if we don't Sam? What if that poor son of a bitch got himself killed by something he normally could have smited in seconds?"

"Well…we don't know anything yet. I think we should go back to the campsite and check. C'mon. Like I said, I'm sure if he's alright he will be there."

Dean nodded as he put his scratched hand in his mouth. "Let's go."Sam and Dean hurried into their campsite to give it a more thorough look over.

"Dean. Come over here." Dean squatted next to his brother.

"Damn it. That's a lot of blood. "

Sam nodded as he looked at the deep red staining the rock in front of them. "Do you think it's…" he swallowed. "Do you think it's from Cas?"

"It looks relatively fresh." Dean stood up and walked around the area. "Found some more." Normally blood didn't bother Dean. Hell, he sure had seen more than his fair share of blood in his life but this made his own blood run cold. The idea of something strong enough to spill this much of his angel's blood left him terrified and shaken.

"What do you think happened? I know Cas could take on a wild animal. Demons maybe?"

Dean shook his head. "And they say you're the smart one. Sammy, why would a demon be way the hell out here?"

"Okay Dean. You have got to calm down." He placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I think I know what we are dealing with." He laughed. "How did we not think of it? Look man, we have been too freaked out to even think clearly."

"What Sam? I don't get the humor in this. Just tell me or shut up you son of a bitch!"

"It's the Wendigo. Dean, we came out here to hunt this thing, right? Well I think that this thing is hunting us instead. Remember how something went through our stuff yesterday? A monster or animal would have scattered everything. No. Whatever has got Cas has to be human enough to act in that manner. And have pose able thumbs. Don't you see it man? We have been too sloppy. Or at least too distracted. To you Cas is like a new puppy."

"A what-"

"Dean, just listen. I know you. You give your entire focus over to one thing. Sometimes it's a good thing. Being obsessed has helped you catch most of the monsters we go after. I don't know how he did it, but Cas has become your priority."

"He needs me Sam."

Sam frowned at him. "I'm sorry Dean, but I'm not sure he does. Cas needs the basics but he learns quickly. Maybe you need him more than he needs you?"

Dean turned away slightly so he could wipe off the tears that were starting in his eyes. He took a deep breath and turned around with his poker face once more intact. It was unnerving how much he looked like John when he did that and Sam braced himself for the expected onslaught. "Okay Sam. Maybe you're right. Maybe Cas would be better off without me. I know he has done everything he could, even things that shouldn't be possible just to save our asses. Damn it I know what he was done for us. Let me try and make this up to him okay? I got Cas booted out of heaven. So I am going to try to fix this. Okay?"

"Okay Dean."

"And when we get him back, I am not letting that feathery ass out of my site."

"Is it ever?"

"What? Shut it bitch."

"No way dean." Sam stood in front of his brother and started to grin. "I really can't believe it."

"Believe what?"

"You love him don't you dean?" Dean sputtered and attempted to look dignified once more. "You do! At first I thought it was just Cas crushing on you. Than you two were all over each other yesterday, which was disgusting by the way. Next time there is a Wendigo in the woods, I am staying outside with it."

"Damn it Sam I am not. Now let's get going before there isn't even a Castiel to save."

"Well even if you aren't, Cas sure is in love with you." Sam watched dean freeze up a bit before they followed the trail. Yup. Dean definitely was after more than a slice of angel food cake. He wanted the whole cake. Sam just hoped they found Cas before it was too late. He knew that Wendigos would keep their victim alive long enough to feed off of them. And the very idea of it feeding of Cas made him ill. Looking at Dean and seeing the worry present in every move he made, he knew that there was no way this Wendigo would get out of being properly ganked by Dean Winchester.

The mines were old. Rust had swallowed any piece of metal left behind from the now absent presence of humanity. Broken carts lay submerged under earth that had never absorbed the warmth of the sun. It was the perfect place to hide something. No one lived here except for the Wendigo and the occasional animal brave enough or perhaps stupid enough to wander into this ignored section of the earth's bower. Castiel found himself fighting off evil dreams only to awake in a more evil reality. The wound on his head throbbed but Castiel could no longer feel the blood running down the side of his face. Now it was spilling out of other veins in his hurt body. The angel could remember the thing grasping him from behind; the pain of his skull cracking against a rock. He had remained conscious as the monster dragged him through the forest. One clammy hand clamped to his now bruised and swollen ankle. The thing had bitten his arm and that wound had yet to close over. Castiel was surprised to find his wrists bound, albeit in a crude manor. He did not understand what could do this to him or why, but a small frantic voice inside his head was yelling at him to get out of there. As always, Castiel attempted to obey. His wrists began to chaff and bleed but Castiel had loosened the rough rope on one of his arms. He then heard the sound of something heavier than a rodent sneaking across the dust. He could hear its breathing as it came closer to him. Greater than the beast its self was the noise of his heart hammering in his chest as he attempted to free himself once more, immune to the pain for the moment. Pale eyes met his as the Wendigo sat back and looked him over; its tongue lolling out of a sharp mouth.

Castiel tried to pull away as he felt its disgusting hands on him once more. Teeth nipped at his dangling leg and Castiel let out a surprised cry of pain. He felt tendons ripping away in a neat manner, like the way someone attacked paper with a sharp pair of scissors. Blood ran freely down his leg and he could hear the monster gurgle in pleasure. Castiel nearly lost his mind when he thought he heard Dean. "Dean? Dean!" Blue eyes scanned the darkness for the man's familiar figure, but he was nowhere to be found. "Dean." Castiel closed his eyes and listened. Dean was saying something to him, but he couldn't understand. Was he calling for him? Castiel tried to return the message but Dean could not seem to hear him. The Wendigo sat back and eyed him for a moment, mouth sickeningly red with the angel's own blood. Castiel stared back at it quietly and felt relief sweep over him as the monster slowly made its way from the room and climbed upwards. All Castiel took a deep breath. He was grateful that the monster was leaving him alone, but more worried about the monster going after Dean and Sam. He would take the torment forever as long as it meant they stayed unharmed.

Castiel was left with the sound of his own blood dripping onto the dust below him as he did something he hadn't done for a while: prayed.