Supernatural Oneshots

4. We Make A Good Team

The Impala's engine hummed as Dean Winchester drove down the long, empty highway. Beside him, Castiel stared out the window, the passing scenery a blur of greens and browns. They had been traveling for hours, chasing down the latest lead on a series of mysterious disappearances in a small town called Whispering Pines.

Dean glanced at Castiel, a mix of worry and something unspoken in his eyes. "You okay, Cas?" he asked, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

Castiel turned his gaze to Dean, his blue eyes thoughtful. "I'm fine, Dean. Just... thinking."

Dean nodded, though he knew there was more to it. Castiel had been distant lately, lost in his own thoughts. Dean couldn't help but feel that something was weighing on the angel, something he wasn't sharing.

They reached Whispering Pines as the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the quaint town. It seemed peaceful, almost idyllic, but Dean and Castiel knew better. Darkness often hid beneath the surface of such places.

They parked the Impala and headed to the local diner, hoping to gather information. The townspeople were friendly enough, but their smiles seemed strained, their eyes shadowed with worry. Dean ordered a couple of beers while Castiel observed the room, his angelic senses on high alert.

"Anything?" Dean asked, sliding a beer over to Castiel.

Castiel shook his head. "Nothing concrete. Just... unease."

Dean took a swig of his beer, his mind working through the possibilities. "We'll figure it out," he said with his usual confidence.

As they left the diner, a woman approached them, her eyes wide with fear. "Are you here to help?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Dean nodded. "We're here to look into the disappearances. What can you tell us?"

The woman glanced around nervously before speaking. "It's the old church on the hill. People go there and never come back. We think it's haunted."

Dean and Castiel exchanged a look. Haunted churches were nothing new, but there was always the chance it was something more. They thanked the woman and headed back to the Impala, making their way to the church.

The building loomed in the twilight, its weathered facade giving off an air of foreboding. As they entered, the temperature dropped, and a heavy silence filled the air.

"Stay close," Dean said, drawing his gun.

Castiel nodded, his angel blade at the ready. They moved through the darkened halls, the creak of the floorboards the only sound. Suddenly, a cold wind swept through the church, and a ghostly figure appeared before them.

"Leave this place," it hissed, its eyes glowing with an unearthly light.

Dean raised his gun, but Castiel stepped forward. "We're here to help," he said calmly. "Why are you taking these people?"

The ghost's expression softened slightly. "I am bound here, cursed to remain until I find peace. I only wanted company, but I never meant to harm anyone."

Dean lowered his gun. "We can help you find peace," he said. "Tell us how."

The ghost nodded, a look of hope in its eyes. "There is a locket, buried with my body. It holds a piece of my soul. Find it, and set me free."

They found the grave in the churchyard, and after some digging, they unearthed the locket. Castiel held it gently, his grace flowing into it, breaking the curse. The ghost appeared beside them, a look of gratitude on its face.

"Thank you," it whispered before fading away, finally at peace.

Dean and Castiel stood in the moonlight, the church behind them. "Good job, Cas," Dean said, clapping a hand on Castiel's shoulder.

Castiel smiled faintly. "We make a good team."

Dean's hand lingered on Castiel's shoulder, and for a moment, their eyes locked. There was something unspoken between them, something that had been growing for a long time. Dean took a step closer, his heart pounding. "Cas, I-"

Before he could finish, Castiel closed the distance, his lips meeting Dean's in a gentle, yet powerful kiss. It was as if the world stopped, and for that moment, nothing else mattered.

When they finally pulled apart, Dean's eyes were wide with surprise, but there was a smile on his lips. "About time," he said softly.

Castiel chuckled, a rare, genuine sound. "I've wanted to do that for a long time."

Dean nodded, his hand still resting on Castiel's shoulder. "Me too, Cas. Me too."

They stood there for a moment longer, the moon casting a silver glow over them. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they knew they could face them together. For now, they had found a moment of peace in each other's arms.