Black Raven Ch.3Dean could hear the panther's roars. Its growl, the look of his glistening and bloody teeth, coming toward him in a blur of black, and then
Sammy was gone. Not dead, hopefully, but gone.
Then he could feel the pain of his injuries. The throbbing in his chest, the familiar feeling of a beaten face. He forced his eyes open, blinking sluggishly, clearing his head.
He recognized Bobby's house, the spare bed. He also realized Bobby was next to him.
"Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty." he said gruffly.
Shifting slightly on the bed, he turned his head more. "Ho long have I been out?" he rasped. His chest felt on fire. He gasped at the sudden burst of pain.
Bobby reached out a hand on his shoulder. "Just stay still. You've been out for most of the day. Its evening." he said, eyeing the bandages, seeing the bleeding had started again, and was starting to seep through the wrap.
"Damn it Bobby. What about Sam?" Dean said, starting to feel dizzy. Bobby handed him some water, and drank
Angel's LustCasitel knew he shouldn't. But the rushing water of the shower lured him to the bathroom door, knowing Dean would come out of his shower any minute, exposed. It felt forbidden, spying on one's privacy, but Castiel couldn't help it. Dean had grown on him, and Castiel had experienced feelings of lust. Lust itself was not right. It was inevitable, though.
He placed his hand on the door knob, hands twitching at the image of Dean, so handsome and well, sweet wasn't the word. But almost affectionate. As if he was irresistible. Castiel remembered when they'd walked into a bar, and girls had immediately trying to grope over him, complimenting him, with greedy lust in there eyes. It had been proved, then, that lust wasn't a choice. Love wasn't a choice.
It wasn't want anymore. It was NEED. Pure need. It made him tingle every time Cas got close to him. It had scared him at first, but he realized he liked it. And he wanted more.
So, technically, it wasn't his fault. Human emotions
Blood, Tears, And a Game Ch. 1Music blared from the speaker's of the Impala, but Dean wasn't singing along. He stared straight ahead on the road, Sam beside him, looking at the newspaper for a hunt they might have a lead on.
Right now, Dean just wanted to save as much people as possible. He wanted to forget what Castiel had said in the hospital when Sam killed Alastair.
He'd started it. All of it. The seals breaking, Sam going dark side, and the only thing he could do not to go insane from grief and blame was to save the people who needed help.
"You're quiet," Sam stated.
"Yeah. And?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow. They both had their secrets, brothers or not. Sam didn't need to know about it. Not yet.
"I don't know. I just you seem pretty quiet lately." Sam said, looking concerned. Dean snorted.
"Its not exactly the greatest times in the world, Sammy."
"I know, but you're usually the one to make it better. You know, crack a joke, or say anything that has heavy sarcasm." Sam said, his eyes still scanning
A Day Off Ch.1Sam stretched, his long legs pressing against the front of the passenger side of the Impala, his arms raised awkwardly around his head. He closed his eyes and yawned. When he had relaxed a bit and settled back into the comforting slump of a tall man in a short car, he turned to look at his brother driving next to him. Dean's face was set sternly, as it so often was these days. Sam couldn't remember the last time the two of them had really laughed together, with nothing held back. "Hey, man." Sam's voice startled the silence of the air. Dean glanced over, one eyebrow raised in question. "Let's stop somewhere."
"Stop where, Sam?" Dean asked gruffly. "You know we don't exactly have all the time left in the world."
"Yeah, I know, but we're not on any specific case and I just thought we could do something fun... together," Sam said earnestly. "We could take Castiel! Now that he's... learning more about what it's like to be human, we should show him a good time. Let's take him somewhere like