A Hunters Heart

Memories

Authors note
Hey guys! Thanks for reading! Remember to comment and vote. I welcome on feed back on the story and what you guys think. Heres chapter 3$!!!! Enjoy AL&AD

Chapter 3

The Bunker wasn't very far away from the vampire nest, about an hour by car. Dean, however, managed to get them there in 30 minutes, eager to escape the remnants of an unwanted conversation. Once there, Sam immediately took their injured savior into the "lab", as the boys had become accustomed to calling it. A large room covered in tiles and littered with pill bottles and suspicious liquids acted as their Doctor's office. The only proper surgeons table was actually a large metal table that the brothers had hauled in from a nearby junkyard. Sam put their unnamed hero on the table as he scrambled for his equipment.

Two bottles of Jack Daniels later, the huntress had 5 stitches in her right side and one stitch on her left shoulder. She also had a single butterfly bandage across the corner of her left eyebrow. Sam took a step away from the operating table to admire his work. Despite the patch of scarred, lightened skin spreading from her lower waist down to her knee, the stitches were formed beautifully just above her hip. Two fingers to her neck told Sam that her pulse was normal. It was time to get her to bed.

Sam prepared one of the countless rooms, left to them by the men of letters, for their savior. After carrying her to the room, he stopped and peered in his brothers.

Located next to Sam's, the door to Dean's room was resting open a few inches. Through this small crack, Sam could see his brother, kneeling next to the bed in the stereotypical "praying" stance. Sam would have laughed at Dean's position, but he was interrupted by the loud sound of praying coming from his brothers mouth.

"Cas?," his eye's peered open, hoping to find his angel standing before him. When Dean remained alone in the room, he continued, "Come on, man. It's been 6 months. The silent treatment is getting old. A least give me a chance to explain myself," only silence, "Please, Cas. I'm begging here. What you saw, no, what you thought you saw wasn't what you think it was!" still only silence. After a few more moments of quiet, Dean erupted off his knees and started throwing things. Dean had barely caught a glimpse of Sam peeking through the door when he catapulted a lamp in his direction, slamming the door shut.

Oh, Dean, you're such an idiot. Sam thought, as he rushed into his room to hide the fact that he was at his brothers door.

After he had closed the door to his room, without warning, a memory resurfaced.

~Dean's door was in the same position as Sam saw it just a few moments ago, but instead of Dean kneeling beside the bed, he was laying on top of it, above the covers. With his torso propped up against the head of the bed, Dean lay there lazily watching the television, which was on the opposite wall. His right hand was in a large bowl of popcorn and, while he was fully clothed, his blue jeans were hidden underneath the black dress pants of an angel. Castiel was resting next to Dean, cuddling up to his legs. Cas was only half heartedly watching the television, the other half of him was far more focused on Dean and Dean's large hand, which was now playing with the angel's hair. Neither of them cared what was on T.V., they both seemed more relaxed and content than anything else.~

Sam shook his head, trying to understand what happened between them. He realized it was a little over the line to tell Dean to call Cas, but they really need to hash it out. Sam shuddered at the thought, I'll make sure to hide the samurai sword first... he thought, before dozing off in his bed.