Hunter's Angel (Destiel/Sabriel)

21 - Horseman of Disease

"Do we have any leads?" Dean asked Sam.

"Nope, nothing," Sam said. "No signs of the Croatoan virus like we expected."

"Maybe he's not using Croatoan yet," Dean suggested.

"Maybe," Sam said. "In which case we need to search for ordinary illnesses."

The two angels looked up as they heard the bunker door open, Gabe and Cas walking in after their supply run. Despite it being unsafe, the angels let their boyfriends go anyway, sensing they were getting restless.

"You guys found anything?" Gabe asked. Putting bags down and flopping into the chair beside Sam.

"A bunch of nothing," Dean replied as Cas sat beside him. It had been two weeks since Famine, and everything had been going pretty good between them since.

"We're changing our search tactic, see if that gets us anywhere," Sam said, looking over all the newspapers and the screens of the two laptops.

"Could what you're looking for now include swine flu?" Cas asked, passing the newspaper he'd been holding over to Sam. Sam read the page that was open. A sudden mass swine flu outbreak a few days drive away.

"Sounds like him," Sam said, passing the newspaper to Dean. Dean skimmed over it and nodded.

"Yep, let's go," he said.

"Oh can we not have time to prepare?" Gabe whined. "Dude, humans. We need sleep."

Dean rolled his eyes but Cas nudged his arm. Dean sighed. "Fine. We leave tomorrow."

"Oh thank god I'm gonna go collapse," Gabe said, standing and leaving the room.

"Why is he so tired?" Dean asked. "Been keeping him up Sammy?"

"What?" Sam said, going red. "No! He's been practicing the mind thing. That's it."

"Sure," Dean said, smirking. Sam rolled his eyes and stood, walking after Gabriel.

He walked into the room to see Gabe already asleep on the bed. He smiled softly before lying down behind Gabriel, putting one wing around him and nuzzling into his soft hair.

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(Only one squiggle? What is this?! :P )

Dean walked back to his room, his wings unfurling as he did. He grabbed one of his knives from where they sat and started cleaning it. Coz what else is an angel supposed to do with his time?

"Hey Dean."

Dean looked up to see Cas in the doorway. Cas walked into the room and Dean willed the door shut behind him. It wasn't awkward anymore, but it wasn't like they were as close as Sam and Gabe yet.

"Cas," Dean said, putting the knife down. He saw Cas's eyes glance behind him and smirked. "Still got a wing kink huh?"

"Must run in the family," Cas said.

"Oh gross, did not need that mental image."

"You brought it up," Cas said, smirking. Dean hit Cas softly with the bend of his wing. "So, what should we expect from Pestilence tomorrow?"

"Sickness," Dean said. "He's going to try and inflict sickness on you. So the moment you see him, you're gonna be coughing, throwing up, dying in general."

"Sounds lovely," Cas said, sighing.

"We never said this was going to be easy," Dean said.

"It's the apocalypse, I think that much is obvious."