Repair Me | Destiel

Chapter 4

Sam let out a soft groan at his intense headache and at the sun blinding him through the windows. He rubbed his eyes, but mid-stretch, the memories of last night suddenly overwhelmed him, making his heart pound before he found Cas sitting on the other bed.

"Cas?- What the hell happened last night? Where's Dean?" Sam questioned, the angel turning to look at him before sighing.

"Aud got Dean, and it's my fault."

The hunter sat up, running his fingers through his hair. "Wait- what? What do we even do?"

Cas shook his head, "Aud has likely already whipped Dean's memory, so if he follows the same path as the other victims, he'll be working at the shop soon."

"Well- I mean- you're an angel, you have powers, shouldn't you be able to reverse it? Or at least know how to reverse it?" Sam asked, biting the inside of his cheek nervously.

"I- I can. It's just not as easy as I'd like. I'll have to- I'll have to get close to Dean in his new state. He has to let me in."

Sam tilted his head, "Dean warmed up to you really quick when he first met you. You two get along great. I'm sure you'll be fine."

The angel stood up, his trench coat looking prestine. "Do you- do you feel okay? After Aud and his demons fought their way away, I took you back here and healed you. I was- it was hard, though."

"Why was it hard?" "I was just- just distracted, I suppose."

Sam nodded, his mind drifting back to his brother. He hated the thought of just sitting here in bed when his brother was probably in danger, but there was nothing he could do until Cas made the call. Besides, Cas was the one who could reverse it, the younger hunter just figured it would be good to take a step back during this so as not to accidently freak out Dean and let Cas do his job. It hurt and really pissed him off, but there wasn't really another choice.

"How soon do you think I should go back to the autoshop?"

Sam shrugged. He really didn't have any idea, but he figured Cas didn't either.

"I think Dean would be working by now. If not, its not like we can't go back and try again."

The angel sat on the opposite side of Sam's bed, picking at a loose thread on the bedsheet, a bad habit he had picked up from Dean.

"Cas?" Sam asked softly, "It's not your fault. We were both there."

"I shouldn't have been as distracted fighting as I should have been protecting the both of you."

"If Dean were here, he'd be telling you to get off your ass, quit moping, and do something about it, but he's not here, so I'm telling you that. I mean, i'd say it a little nicer, but you get my point."

The angel squinted his eyes, biting the inside of his check before nodding. "Okay. I'll do something to the Impala, if that's alright with you?"

"Yeah- yeah, just do whatever you need to. I trust you, with Dean and his baby." Sam replied with a dry chuckle.

Castiel glanced at Sam nervously, "Get some rest, okay? I'll be back at some point."

Sam smiled, subtly rolling his eyes, "Yeah- Yeah, Now go. Dean needs you."

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Castiel stood in the parking lot of the autoshop, glancing around at the engine of the Impala. He wasn't quite sure what any of it was supposed to be, so he let instinct take over, eventually hearing a small pop come from deep in the engine. That should work.

And Cas was right. When he attempted to start the engine, it only sputtered before completely shutting off. The angel couldn't help the small smile that played on his lips. It wasn't because he was stupidly excited about the fact that he correctly broke the Impala, but the fact that things were on the right track to save Dean. He had to save Dean.

The angel got out of the car and walked towards the autoshop, each step feeling a little more thrilling.

The grimy walls of the office welcomed him again, a repulsing reminder of why he was here and his end goal.

"Can I help you with something?" A gruff voice asked behind him, the angel turning.

"Yes-" Cas started, finding it hard to find the right words as he stared into Dean's eyes, "My- my car is in the parking lot, and I can't seem to get it going."

Dean nodded, his eyes drifting from Cas' for a moment, "Hell of a place to have car troubles, huh?"

Cas smiled softly, "Yeah, I thought the same thing."

The angels eyes crossed Dean's figure, noting the rather attractive 2-piece blue mechanics uniform. Other than a few dirt and oil stains, it was practically new. He didn't get it very long ago.

"What models your car?" Dean questioned as they walked out to the parking lot.

"67' Chevy Impala." Cas replied.

The 'mechanic' chuckled, "Great cars, Impala's. Land boats, but they run phenomenally."

Once they reached the car, Dean popped open the engine and examined it. Nothing looked wrong to the naked eye, but it was never that easy.

"Mind turning her on for me?" The angel instantly obledged, turning the key only for the Impala to sputter.

"Sounds like a lean mixture. Happens when there's not enough fuel making it to the combustion engine. Should be able to fix it with a new fuel filter, but it'll take a couple days. Is that alright..?"

"Castiel Novak, and yes, it's alright," He replied, smiling

"Good, then I'll take your information and tow your car into the garage."

Cas frowned. This wasn't going to plan.

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As the angel walked into the motel room, Sam looked up, not needing to ask any questions about what happened or how it went. The look on Cas' face said it all.

"You know, it would have been stupid to think that it would go to plan. It was a stupid plan to plan on Dean just doing what we wanted him to, seeing as he just 'met' you today."

Castiel frowned at Sam's failing reassurance. His little rant was just telling him that the Winchester was anxious, too. It didn't surprise him, though. It was his brother.

"Yes, well, you're right. Sure you feel okay?" The angel questioned, sensing something other than anxiety coming from Sam.

"I'm fine."