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This was prompted by talknerdy2meh, who wanted to know how Dean and Cas would react together if someone ELSE was in danger (in the same vein as Follow, Throat and Silver). Hope this is to your satisfaction! ;)
Also, don't forget that 'Behind Closed Doors' is up and has two lovely, smutty chapters!
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132. Together
"What is it with witches and causing trouble?" Dean complained, neatly sidestepping a raging blonde witch and lodging a bullet in her brain. "Why can't they be like our buddy James? He's a good witch!"
"Most witches seek power for the sole purpose of chaos and personal gain," Cas said, stabbing a brown-haired man with his angel blade. "James was a rarity among witches."
Dean snorted.
"Well, ain't that sweet. Reckon Sammy's found their secret room yet?"
While Dean and Cas acted as the distraction, it was Sam's job to find where the coven was hiding in the building and then call Dean and Cas. Dean thought that he'd had plenty of time to find where the witches were hiding and found it odd that Sam hadn't even messaged them to give them an update.
"The witches seem to be coming from that direction," Cas said, pointing to the right. "That must be where they're hiding."
"Or they're trying to throw us off," Dean argued but he followed Cas anyway. As they progressed deeper into the hallway and the huge house, the sound of faint voices reached their ears. Dean and Cas exchanged a look, tightened their grips on their weapons and carefully advanced. Dean choked when an arm suddenly appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around his neck but he gathered enough of his wits to head-butt the person holding him and move out of the way to let Cas stab them.
"He lit up," Cas frowned at the corpse. "I think he was a demon, Dean."
"Demons and witches," Dean sighed. "Awesome. Let's keep going, Cas."
The duo's efforts paid off when they rounded the next corner and found a slightly open door, with voices resonating out of the next room. They sidled up to the door and Cas fell back to let Dean peer into the room without being crowded.
"What the…?" Dean murmured. Inside the room was a small group of people, some sporting black eyes, and two of the people seemed to be holding something. Dean shifted to get a better look and his eyes widened when he saw that the thing the two witches were holding was a person; a bound and gagged Sam, to be precise. His little brother was on his knees, his head slumped and only seemingly able to avoid falling over due to the grips on his arms.
"Sammy!" Dean hissed. Cas quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
"We need a plan, Dean," he whispered. "We can't just charge in there and –"
"How rude, boys!" a female voice called, thick with a Scottish brogue. "Don't you know that it's impolite to keep a lady waiting?"
Before Dean and Cas could do anything, the door flew open and four people immediately grabbed them. They struggled furiously as they were dragged into the room and held in vice grips, one of Cas' captors even wrapping a burly arm around the ex-angel's chest, and their weapons were wrested away.
"Rowena," Dean snarled. "Fancy seeing you here."
"Dean," Rowena smiled. "I assure you, it's anything but a pleasure."
"You're keeping very interesting company," Cas said in a slightly strangled voice, trying to wriggle free. However, the burly man simply tightened his grip and the slim brunette next to him raised Cas' angel blade to his throat and only removed it when he calmed down.
"Oh, they're just poor wee souls tired of my son's regime," Rowena said dismissively. "So of course I offered to take them in! How could I throw away any chance of getting under that laddie's skin?"
"Yeah, how could you?" Dean said sarcastically. Rowena just smiled and strode over to Sam.
"I do love a good offering," she said, entangling her fingers in Sam's brown hair and yanking on it to pull his head up. Dean saw that his little brother was conscious and Sam's swelling eye and bruising cheek just made his blood begin to boil. "Thank you, Dean. Sammy's the perfect sacrifice for my spell!"
She picked up an athame, crouched down and dug the point of it into the skin under Sam's chin, forcing him to raise his head even more. She began to chant but Dean didn't pay attention to the words; his mind was clouding over with a red hot anger at the bitch who dared to touch a hair on Sam's head and, without warning, he lashed out. His captors were thrown off-balance, allowing him to break free, and he turned, snatched his gun away from the demon and shot the witch holding Cas' angel blade just as his angel drove his elbow into his demon captor's gut. This allowed him just enough time to catch his blade, reverse it and stab the demon.
"Alright there, angel?" Dean grinned, shooting a witch in the head. Cas just smiled back and drove his blade through a demon's chest. The two of them eventually ended up back-to-back, moving smoothly together like they were in a choreographed dance, Dean shooting witches and Cas stabbing demons, until all of their enemies were finally dead.
"Good show, boys," Rowena's voice said. Dean whirled around to see her athame pressing so hard into Sam's throat that blood was beginning to trickle out. "Well, I'll just take what I need and be on my way. Stay there, won't you? Killing Sam isn't necessary for the spell but it would be a bonus."
Rowena chanted one more incantation and then sliced Sam's neck, holding a vial to catch the blood. Though it wasn't deep enough to kill, Dean let out a roar and lunged at Rowena, Cas right behind him. Rowena tried to cut Sam's throat but Dean tackled her to the ground, punching her in the face, while Cas took out Rowena's remaining two followers who were holding Sam. Sam swayed on the spot with the sudden loss of support and Cas quickly grabbed him to stop him from falling.
"Dean," he said warningly. Dean paused in his task of punching Rowena over and over and this split second was all she needed to shout out a spell that sent Sam, Dean and Cas flying.
"Until another time, boys!" Rowena said cheerfully while they groaned and struggled to right themselves. She swept out of the room and Dean was tempted to go after her when he finally struggled to his knees but his attention was quickly captured by his bound brother.
"Sam!" He scrambled over and tugged the gag out of Sam's mouth.
"Took you long enough," Sam chuckled hoarsely.
"What the hell, man? Can't you even scout without getting your ass into trouble?" Dean said, playfully punching Sam on the shoulder as Cas cut his bonds. Sam stretched out his arms and hissed when he jostled the bleeding wound on his neck.
"Not like you haven't ever been grabbed before," he said, lifting his chin to let Dean press a strip of cloth torn from one of the women's dresses to it. He winced at the pain but nodded thankfully and applied pressure, freeing Dean's hands.
"Nice moves," Dean said, clapping Cas on the shoulder. "Training for the ballet, Cas?"
"I – I understood that reference," Cas frowned. Dean snorted and heaved Sam to his feet.
"Let's get outta here before I get the stink of demon and witch stuck in my clothes for good."