Dean had been wrong about the weather. It was pouring rain and thunder boomed through the night. It was also thirty-seven degrees. Cas shivered under the canvas, he was wearing a blue and black sweater, blue skinny jeans, and his trench coat. He also had a blanket wrapped around him.
"You're right Dean, this is nice weather," He said sarcastically.
Dean rolled his eyes, "Hey, it's the weather channels fault," he laughed.
Sam and his friend were engaged in a conversation. "Hey Sammy, I think we're going to go to sleep," Dean said as he got up.
Sam nodded and continued talking. Cas followed Dean into the water-proof tent. They zipped it shut.
"Damn it Dean, this was a horrible idea," Cas said as he crawled under a thick blanket.
Dean laughed. "It's not that bad," he said also crawling under the blanket.
"It's cold," Cas said.
Dean smiled and hugged Cas, warming him a little. "How are you not cold?" Cas asked, staying close to Dean.
Dean shrugged. "I'm cold, it's just not that cold," he said.
Cas laid his head on Deans chest.
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When Cas woke up Dean wasn't there. He figured he went to go to the bathroom or something. He got up and wrapped a blanket around him. When he walked outside there were two police officers there.
Sam and his friend were explaining something. Cas looked around and realized how much of a mess everything was. There was even blood. His eyes went wide. "Is Dean ok?" He asked as he ran up to Sam.
Sam shrugged, "I don't know," he said.
"How old are you and how old was he again?" The police officer asked.
"I'm fifteen, he's nineteen," Sam said.
The police officer nodded. "Please pack all your stuff that hasn't been marked as clues," he said as he scribbled something down.
"Cas you know how to drive right?" Sam asked.
Cas nodded. He quickly packed away the tent and everything else that Sam didn't get.
When they were done they all got in the car. "Was it Dean?" Cas asked quietly.
Sam frowned, "Was what Dean?" He asked.
"The blood,"
Sam shook his head, "No, there was a body found. The police think Dean is guilty."
Cas nodded and kept driving. His hands were tight around the steering wheel. "Where am I taking you?" Cas asked Sams friend.
He gave him an address and Cas took him there.
"Am I dropping you off at your dads or are you coming with me?" Cas asked.
"I'll go to my dads," Sam said.
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Cas woke up. He brushed his teeth and walked into the kitchen. He quickly made himself some breakfast and ate it.
When he was done someone knocked on the door. Cas got up and answered it.
"Shoot me," Dean said shoving a gun into Cas' hands and closing all the windows.
"What? Dean, what happened?" He asked.
"It's all real Cas. All of it," he said sitting down on the floor.
"What is?" Cas asked eyeing the gun in his hand.
"The supernatural stuff," he said looking up, "And I'm part of it."