MISSIONS

Chapter 17- Good

Shifter!Dean's POV

Shifter!Dean argued with Sam for a good half hour. Curses were said, names were called, threats were made.

Then Dean noticed the lack of angel ass in the room.

More curses were yelled, this time mostly from Dean. He paced the room, ready to strike his 'brother'.

"Just why do you care about him so much?" Sam yelled for the umpteenth time. "Dean, you know we can get by together. You know if someone is coming after us all we have is each other."

"Well, maybe I want someone else!" Dean shouted, words flowing without control. "Maybe I don't want to believe that Castiel will hurt us because I th- no, I know, he's better then that. Maybe- Maybe I just want him around!" he screamed. The room was silent. "Sammy, I'd give my life for hunting. But with Cas, he knows what I am, he knows both our histories. But he doesn't seem to mind the things we've done," Dean explained, now voice soft.

Good. Sam's softening face told him 'good'.

They were both silent for so long that he was sure that Sam wouldn't respond. Just as he was turning to leave, Sam said, "You think you like him.. but in reality, you like the idea of him."

Furious that the stupid mortal was trying to out think him, Dean shook his head. "You know what, Sam? I don't care."

*****

Shifter!Dean was ready and packed by the time Sam came out of the shower a little later, still in Cas's room. Dean had inspected floor to ceiling. No one would be able to tell who exactly had lived here.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked, narrowing his eyes.

"We are going to find Cas."

"Fine, Dean. Have it your way." Sam sighed. "But I'm so going to kick your ass in hell if this turns south."

Dean smirked, "A few nights in a shapeshifter cage gave you such a big head. Should I deflate it?"

Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning away. He packed his bag quickly and they set off.

*****

Sam wouldn't look at him as they climbed into the car. Shifter!Dean turned on Dean's crappy music and let Sam roll his eyes and turn down the volume.

"C'mon, Sam. Be mad at me but don't stop the music. Hey, this is the classic music right there," he said, watching Sam smile a little bit in annoyance.

They were silent for a while as they drove north.

"Do you really think you like him?" Sam asked, watching Dean.

Dean tapped his fingers on the wheel. "I don't know. I suppose I do," he murmured. Like him? He liked the safety the angel provided. And that's all he liked about the angel. "Why do you ask?" Dean asked, looking back to the road.

"Just wondering. I'm surprised you admitted that," Sam said, though he didn't sound suspicious. Good.

"How else am I going to entertain my cranky little brother?" Dean asked, smirking.

For a sliver of an instant, he wished he had a brother too. Well, he did, the other alphas. But a brother he can tease like Sam.

Sam shook his head, amused now. "Well at least now every time people look at us as if we are gay-"

"Don't even think about finishing that sentence."

Sam actually laughed. The earlier feeling had now passed, Shifter!Dean smiled.

mystery pov

Trapped. Trapped in this god forsaken hell. Again, he wondered if he was in hell. He still hadn't gotten used to the feeling of nails digging into his skin, drawing blood, nor the stale scent of rotten and dying flesh in the air. His screams would pierce the air, almost drowning out the sound of laughter. Almost.

He still had hope, though. He still believed someone would save him. Even though he probably deserved every single scratch along his body. Even though Sam should have realized he was gone by now. Even though he didn't want his baby brother in this pit of absolute despair and hopelessness. There was still a bit of hope. Every single time blood was pounded through his veins, only to leak out dozens of other ways. There was hope. What ever happened, he was ready to welcome his savior. Whether it be Death or Sam.