Dean made it to his door and pulled it open with such a force that it bounced off the wall, making a tremendous crash. Without stopping, he barrelled through the next door using his shoulder as a battering ram. Crash. Dean looked around him, trying not to panic as he didn't spot Cas. He'd been right: Cas' room was smaller by a lot, maybe more than a half. But no Cas. As he walked forwards, he knocked over something on the floor. Dreading what he might see, Dean's stomach dropped as he looked down. It was Cas' torch. Cas, please be okay. Dean prayed to his boyfriend quietly.
Leaving the torch where it was, rolling on the bumpy concrete floor, Dean edged forwards to the sheets at the far end of the room. He was sure he'd just heard a shout. Mentally keeping his fingers crossed, Dean pushed the sheets aside with his machete, revealing a heavy, metal door. God, his nerves were fried. Seriously, something else for him to poke his head around, and hope there wasn't a jump scare? Swallowing nervously, Dean peered around the door. Oh God, oh God, oh God.
The first thing Dean saw was Cas, standing over someone.
"Enjoy yourself, assbutt."
As Dean watched, Cas delivered a pretty good kick to the guy's head. Wait, not guy. Dean recognised the guy as Luke, the one that had gone missing. So vamp, then.
Cas turned around as noticed Dean, who's head was still poked around the edge of the door. Now that he knew Cas was okay, better than okay, Dean had a grin on his face.
"I was just gonna look for you. Can you help me with him? I won't be able to drag him up the stairs." Cas was smiling too, now.
"Sure thing. Now, what was that about tonight?" Dean couldn't help but be proud of Cas. He'd taken down that vamp pretty easily, from what Dean had seen.
Cas walked towards Dean, and leaned forwards. Dean leaned into him, but as he was about to kiss him, Cas moved to the side, instead stroking the side of Dean's face. "You get to find out tonight." He whispered in Dean's ear, then moved off to the vampire. "Come on, get over here and help me!"
Dean groaned, and walked over to the knocked out vamp. "On three. One, two. Three!"
God, this guy was heavier than he looked.
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Sam had been waiting way too long. All he had encountered was a rat. The girl hadn't woken, but Sam thought she was stable. Checking his watch again, Sam made it to have been 12 minutes. If they didn't hurry up, the ambulance would arrive before they got out of here. Come on, Dean, Cas. Hurry.
He couldn't see much around him, Cas was using his torch. They really needed to invest in a new torch. Maybe they could do with three new ones, their current two were close to giving up after the amount of times they'd been dropped. They were scratched and dinted, and sometimes flickered even if they were no where near anything supernatural. Which became especially annoying when they were in the vicinity of some weird creature, demon or ghost. But they'd done well to hang on for the couple of years they had. If he'd had a torch now, the rat probably wouldn't have scared him as much. Having something unknown scuttle across your legs is pretty disturbing. Sam was now sat cross-legged, not wanting to stretch his legs out in case more creepy critters decided to have an adventure.
At least the room wasn't completely pitch black. The light of the moon was casting an eerie glow over parts of the room, giving Sam a faint impression of what it looked like. There was a table in one particular patch of light, with some papers and ornaments placed haphazardly on it. One of the legs had snapped and the stump was balanced on a chair, which looked equally as dilapidated. Sam was curious as to what the papers said, but held himself back. He needed to stay by the girl's side, make sure she stayed alive. Sam checked her pulse again. Still faintly there, still fairly stable.
Straining his ears, Sam heard something. Was that...? Sirens. Shit, they were out of time. Just as Sam started to worry, he heard footsteps. Could be the vampire. Not wanting to risk it, Sam held his machete towards the doorway, manoeuvring his legs so that he could attack if needs be. There were a few tense seconds, and then Cas rounded the corner, Dean close behind him. Sam was pretty sure he saw Dean slap Cas' ass. Dude, could you be more obvious?
"Whoa, drop the machete, it's just us!" Dean half shouted, half whispered, hands in the air.
"We got the vamp. The ambulance will be here in a second. We need to go." Cas interrupted the two brothers.
"Agreed." Sam stood up. "She's stable. Do we just leave her here?"
"I guess... Moving her could kill her... Okay, we leave her, but shine the torches at her so they can find her." Dean pulled his torch out and angled it at the girl, balancing it against a table and a chair.
"Shit, I left mine in the basement!" Cas realised, looking around.
Cas was hot when he swore. "Language." Dean grinned. "And I noticed. It's okay, this one should be enough to indicate where she is. We'll just have to buy another two. Not that it costs us anything." He winked at Cas. "Let's get the hell outta Dodge." Dean lead the way out of the back of the house, picking their way through the dark hallway.
They pulled away just as flashing lights appeared at the other end of the road. All three of them were squished into the front, with the vampire laid in the back seat. They couldn't fit him in the boot because of all their crap. Five minutes later, on a dark, secluded back road, the boys collaborated, chaining up the vamp and giving it another dose of dead man's blood, "As a welcoming present," according to Cas, and to make sure he was still out cold.
Once they were back on the road, Sam spoke up. "You guys really did a good one on him. I noticed he was missing a hand."
"Nope, it was all Cas. He was such a badass, by the way." Dean smiled proudly from the driver's seat, resisting the urge to kiss the pre-angel sat next to him. It was probably best that he didn't crash the Impala. He could tell Cas was resisting the urge to rest his head on Dean's shoulder. The sooner they told Sam, the better. Possibly.
"Mhmm. You did good, Cas." The sooner Dean told him about him and Cas, the better. Definitely. It looked like all Cas wanted to do was to rest his head on Dean's shoulder - he kept drifting to the right, then straightening up, as if he was remembering Sam was there. Cas, just do it!
It was frustrating watching the two of them sometimes.
Sam turned to look out of the window, resting his head against the cold glass. The scenery flashed by in a blur of muted colour, the Impala's head lamps casting a yellow glow on the road in front of them. Glancing into the mirror, Sam was glad to see that Cas had given into the temptation and had fallen asleep on Dean's shoulder, thinking Sam was sleeping too. Don't get him wrong, he was knackered, and would gladly fall asleep right now. If only he could fall asleep sitting up. He'd always been one of those people who had to be laying down to fall asleep. Nevertheless, the ride didn't take too long, and they pulled up to the bunker less than 10 minutes later. Drawing on his non existent acting skills, Sam pretended to be waking up from his fake sleep. When Sam looked around, Cas was sat up, looking wide awake. God, they were good at covering their tracks. Sam wouldn't have suspected a thing if he hadn't seen them cuddling with his own eyes.
"I say we drop this douche off in the basement and get a solid 4 hours before starting on him. Cas looks ready to drop, and you've been asleep for the past ten minutes." Dean suggested, pulling himself out of Baby.
"Sounds fair. Hey, you guys go in ahead, I can get this guy." Sam followed Dean round to the back doors.
"You sure? He's a heavy son of a bitch."
"I'm sure. He won't mind being dragged, if it comes to that, anyways."
"Okay." Dean didn't sound wholly convinced, but walked over to the bunker anyway, Cas just behind him. If he knew his brother at all, Sam knew what to expect tonight. Sighing, he grabbed the vamp's legs and started dragging.
