Someone's shaking him.
"Dean. Deaaaan." Someone kicked his bed. "DEAN. Wake up." Dean rolled over and then suddenly bolted upright, staring wildly around the room. His terror must have been evident because Sam had backed up with his hands in the air. That and Dean had the knife he slept with out from under his pillow and was currently aimed at him.
"Dean. It's okay. It's just me." He said, hands still in the air.
Dean quickly dropped the knife and scrubbed his hands over his face. He could still feel the sting of the burn, could still see the outline of wings on his chest and on the floor, Cas slumped on the ground. His sheets were soaked with sweat. "Sorry, Sammy." he muttered.
"So, uh. I take it you weren't having a happy dream, then." Sam stuttered.
"What?" Dean asked, suddenly aware that the sheets and his boxers were sticky with his own come. What was he, a teenager? He didn't get wet dreams anymore.
"Well, I was gonna ask you if it was midgets or Megan Fox, but uh, I'm guessing it wasn't either." Sam said, making sure their eyes didn't meet as he packed up his things.
"It was, um, it was Cas-Cassie! It was Cassie. Y'know, Route 66 Cassie." He internally smacked himself. He kept his head buried in his hands, hiding his burning cheeks from Sam.
"Oh. Right." Sam stood up, turning towards the door before spinning back to face Dean. He jerked his thumb to the motel door. "I'm gonna go get breakfast." He pulled the Impala's keys out of his pocket.
"Yeah. Yeah, okay." Dean nodded, and Sam turned around and strode out of the door. Dean heard the Impala start up then roll away, and then he jumped out of the sweat soaked bedsheets and into the shower, pulling off his boxers and shirt as he went. He was thankful that Sam hadn't used up all of the hot water, and tried not to let glowing blue eyes and scratches in the walls penetrate his thoughts as he cleaned off.
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They had stopped at a diner for lunch. Dean ordered a burger and fries, as usual. Sam had a chicken wrap and a salad. "Where in Utah are we going again?" Dean asked, taking a huge bite out of his burger that the pretty waitress with the blue-green eyes had brought them.
"Charvin. It's a small town near Park City." Sam responded, pouring a packet of sugar into his tea and stirring. Dean shook more salt onto his fries.
"Dude. You're going to have a heart attack with all that salt." He scoffed.
"Already did, Sammy. Besides, Cas could bring me back." Dean responded, popping a fry into his mouth and moaning as he chewed.
"You really shouldn't take advantage of him like that, Dean." Sam said. He was worried that Dean was getting a big head, thinking that he was invincible because they had an Angel of the Lord on their side.
"Yeah, well, he's the one that insisted we call him if we need help, right?" Dean shrugged, finishing off half of his burger with three whole bites.
Sam finished off his food in silence, lost in his own thoughts. He kind of liked it when Cas wasn't around, because when he was Dean and Cas would get into epic staring contests and basically ignore everything around them, which really sucked if they were in the middle of a hunt. Castiel's staring still unsettles him, but it didn't seem to affect Dean.
Dean, who had apparently already finished his burger and beer.
"So. Re-Brief me." Dean said before stuffing a giant handful of fries in his mouth. Sam frowned at him and pulled up the page he had seen earlier, but read it out loud instead of letting Dean and his greasy hands touch it.
"Okay. Charvin, Utah. Over the course of two weeks, four people have died of strangulation."
"So, what? An angry spirit?" Dean interrupted, poking a couple more fries into his mouth. Sam stared at him for a couple seconds, or bitch-faced, as Dean would put it, then continued.
"No, I'm thinking witch. All the people that died were choked to death by their scarves." He snorted. Dean finished off his fries and grunted, "Friggin' hate witches, man."
"Yeah. I know you do. You say that at least twice every time we hunt them." He replied, shutting down his laptop and taking a sip of his tea.
"Yeah, well, that's because they're creepy, and disgusting, and evil." Dean shivered. "Alright. Let's go gank these sons of bitches and get it over with." He sighed.