Repair Me | Destiel

Chapter 1

Sam and Dean sat in a small diner, the younger one on his computer, while the older devoured a piece of pie.

"Hey- Dean, I think I found something." "Do tell." Dean replied sarcastically, his voice muffled because of the pie in his mouth, but he gestured for his brother to continue.

Sam rolled his eyes, "It says here, in Erie, Pennsylvania, 4 different people, totally unrelated, lost all of their memories. Then, within the same week of them going MacGyver, they get their brains carved out."

"Huh," Dean responded, folding his napkin after finishing his pie, "What do we know that likes a clean plate?"

"Maybe a demon or witch? I've heard of rituals that require an empty brain. Usually empty and drained of blood and fluid, but we have no idea where their going." Sam replied with a shrug.

Dean pulled out a $20 from his pocket and slapped it on the table, "Well, I guess we're heading to Erie."

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After a 9 hour drive from Wisconsin to Pennsylvania, the brothers pulled into a motel a few miles from the murders.

"Stardust motel, tacky, but it looks like a nice one. Why don't you go check in, I'm gonna go pick up some beer." Dean informed as Sam grabbed a fake ID out of the glove box and some cash.

"Hey, pick me up a couple salads. Y'know the ones in the plastic containers-" Sam requested, but Dean interrupted him. "Sam, you've asked for salad like a million times in the past 3 years. I know what you like."

Sam rolled his eyes as he got out of the car, but he expressed his appreciation before Dean pulled out of the motel parking lot.

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Just as Dean opened up the freezers to get his beer, his phone started ringing, the hunter immediately recognizing the specific ring tone for his angel.

"Something happens, and I'm head over heels-"

"Hey Cas, everything okay?" Dean asked, hearing the angels deep breathing.

"Why wouldn't it be okay? I've just taken care of a coven of witches. Things are very okay." Castiel replied, confusion laced in his voice.

"Okay..? So, why did you call?" "Oh- yes- I almost forgot. Are you in Erie?"

Dean tilted his head, confused as hell. "Yeah, why do you ask?- Jesus-" Cas appeared behind Dean, his tie disheveled, and his phone still held up to his ear.

"Yes, I know him. What about him?"

"Cas, buddy, I thought we talked about you showing up unannounced and scaring the shit out of me." Dean grumbled as he grabbed a case of beer out of the freezer and walked to the register.

"I didn't scare the- Oh. It was sarcasm." He figured out as Dean talked to the lady behind the register. Cas pulled a $100 out of seemingly nowhere and handed it to the cashier, giving her a dirty glance behind putting his hand on Dean's shoulder and leading him out of the store.

"Dude- what is your problem?" "I don't like the way she was looking at you." Cas replied simply, a stern look on his face as he opened the door to the Impala for Dean and sat in the passenger seat.

"You know, you still haven't told me what the hell you're doing here. Why did you need to know why I was in Erie?" Dean asked, choosing to focus on talking to the angel before he was driving. The hunter knew he had great focus, but his angel screwed him up on so many levels.

"Oh, yes- Dean, you shouldn't be here. You are not dealing with some mere demons or witch covens. I sense something of strong power here." Castiel explained, Dean glancing at his lips before making eye contact.

"Cas, you don't need to protect me. Whatever it is, Sam and I have it under control. Speaking of, he's probably wondering where the hell I am." Dean replied, looking away from his angel and focusing on starting up the Impala and pulling out onto the road.

Castiel sighed, not understanding why Dean wouldn't just let him protect him. He supposed it was just the stubbornness of the hunter, but he couldn't help but wonder if it was because of their relationship. The angel couldn't deny he felt something for the Winchester, but he knew the chances of Dean loving him back was unlikely. He'd check if only he could tell the difference between all of Dean's different feelings.