Love you like you are ~Destiel~ (by 3darkside_o_themoon3)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Well this was crap.

After the big reveal of the curses effects, of course Sam had that face of 'oh-shit-this-blows-I-need-some-time-to-myself' and she disappeared somewhere in the house. Cas hadn't said a word since, just looking out the window in an eerily calm way while Bobby and Dean rushed around the house to find anything useful against the curse.

"Here boy. Look through this one." Dean looked up just as a huge leather bound book was shoved into his arms. It seemed to be an angel book by the Enochian on the top and angel wings in the middle. Before he could help it, a groan worked its way out of his mouth. The look Bobby shot his way could kill.

"What?" He complained, setting the book on kitchen table before pulling out a chair and slumping down. "Researching is Sam's thing, not mine."

"Well now it is." Bobby sassed him, giving him one more look before raising an eyebrow. "You alright Dean?"

He didn't answer, just looked at the book. With no real way to say it to Bobby without sounding like he was also changed in the curse and given girl problems, he opened the book and flipped through the yellowed pages.

Bobby just stood there though, giving him a sympathetic look he knew all too well and was really pissed off at. They should just leave him alone, like they were doing for Cas and Sam. He was just as freaked as they were.

Finally, after a long staring contest with the side of Dean's head, the older hunter left him to walk into his study. And Dean was left alone.

He almost sighed at the quietness. It was calming, and made him look down at the few English words written hastily in the book. When was the last time he slept? Like twelve hours ago when Sam changed and even that was him passing out unnaturally. He had gone on longer than that before without sleep, but for some reason the past few hours had taken their toll.

After a few more minutes of silence and staring, Dean had enough. So maybe he didn't want 100% quietness right now, so his mind wouldn't wander to the thoughts clouding his head. Any normal person would go insane with the things Dean had gone through.

A growl filled the room and it took Dean a minute to find out it was from him. He had to go find someone. But the only ones here were Cas and Sam (who probably didn't want to be disturbed) and Bobby (who he really didn't want to talk to right now).

He could go out somewhere. Get some interaction with the outside world.

Just as his feet moved to stand up, a tall frame was behind his own. With a yelp he fell forward, hands reaching for the gun in his jean pocket before he noticed who it was.

And she looked tired as fuck. Like, eyes drooping, body slumped over. "Sam?"

"Do you think we'll be able to break this curse?" She whispered, just barely loud enough for Dean to hear.

The thought of having his poor brother changed for life with no memory of ever being a brother killed him. He couldn't do that to him. "Sam, look... We'll find this witch and gank her just like every other case we've done, alright?"

The small nod she gave convinced him she wasn't fully on board with that. But they will, they will find this girl and kill her pretty little ass and turn everyone back. Just like always.

"But Dean, what if we don't find her? What if she's gone?" Sam gave him the puppy dog look.

He groaned. "We will. She couldn't have gotten far." He muttered more to himself that time.

Sam barely acknowledged his last comment and moved to sit at the table. When she looked down to the book Dean had been staring at for the past ten minutes her eyes widened. Dean looked at her with an eyebrow raised. "What?"