supernatural whumptober 2024

~BLOOD TRAIL~

Snow blanketed the ground, creating a silent, eerie world. Inside, the air was thick with the musty scent of decay and neglect.

Cas sat huddled in a corner, his eyes wide with fear, and he had stumbled upon the cabin while lost in the woods. He had been searching for shelter from the storm, but now he wished he had never found it.

The cabin was a maze of dark, narrow corridors, each one leading to a dead end. Cas had been wandering for hours, his heart pounding in his chest. He was beginning to think he would never find a way out.

Just when he was about to give up hope, he heard a faint sound. It was a voice, calling out into the darkness.

"Is there anybody alive out there?"

Castiel's heart leaped into his throat. He followed the sound, his footsteps echoing through the empty halls. Finally, he reached a small room at the end of the corridor. There, sitting by a small, crackling fire, was Dean.

Dean's eyes lit up when he saw Cas. "You're alive," he said, his voice filled with relief. "I thought I was the last one left."

Cas explained how he had gotten lost. Dean told him that his dad, John, used to take him hunting there.

Dean offered Cas a place to stay for the night, and Cas gratefully accepted. As they sat by the fire, Dean told Cas about the history of the cabin. Him and his dad had caught many deer there.

Cas listened intently as Dean spoke. He was fascinated by the stories of the cabin's past, and he felt a strange sense of peace wash over him. For the first time in hours, he didn't feel afraid.

As the night wore on, Cas began to feel sleepy, despite being an angel. He thanked Dean for his hospitality and retired to a small room off the main hall. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for having found the cabin. It had been a terrifying experience, but it had also been an adventure. And he knew that he would never forget it.