Shameless

Werewolf Hunt

"I need you."

"I'm not leaving here without you."

6 years. 6 agonizing years. Dean felt the pain take over his body as he rolled out of bed. His feet padded against the cold tiles on his room over to the drawer. The memories never seemed to fade. Cas was always there, somewhere. Dean didn't have the words to tell Sam. He told his little brother that he was over it. Castiel made his decisions and moved on. But truthfully, Dean was slowly crumbling from the heartbreak. His best friend, someone he could count on to save his life had now been gone for a little more than 6 years.

And Dean was too afraid to face it.

Dean made his way into the kitchen. Sam sat at the table with a hot cup of coffee and his computer. The sound of sizzling bacon made Dean's stomach twist. It growled and hummed lowly.

"Hey, morning." Sam cleared his throat, looking up at Dean. Dean had never really been a morning person. Sam knew that without his coffee, Dean was never fully awake. Sam watched as Dean clumsily reached for the coffee pot, his eyes squinting at all the light from the kitchen. He poured it slowly, getting just the right amount to wake him up.

"Morning Sammy." He grumbled. Dean sat across from Sam. He had been wearing his sleep pants and a black shirt that hugged his torso.

"So," Sam turned the computer around, "a man is stunned to come home and find his wife on the floor dead. What the police can't seem to figure out, her intestines were all over the floor. They say it was some animal. But no entry to any type of animal without thumbs to open windows."

Dean rubbed his eyes, "Werewolves? Damn, those things are probably the most annoying animals on this planet. Yeah, just let me go get showered and dressed. We'll head out then." Dean replied. Sam nodded in reply, turning his laptop back to face him. Dean finished his coffee and stole a piece off of Sam's plate.

"Dud-"

"Sam, I think I deserve this piece of bacon, let me deserve this piece of bacon, let me enjoy it please and get some more on the stove."

Dean left without another word. Sam chuckled lightly at his usual brother who was being grumpy.

His hands reached for the faucet, turning on the shower. The steam rose quickly, filling the room with a haze. Dean stepped in, immediately relaxing against the warmness of the shower. But his mind drifted as he rubbed his head with shampoo. He closed his eyes and breathed lightly.

Castiel had left him. Castiel was done fighting. But no one should be able to walk away that easy. Not a hunter, not a demon. And especially not an angel. But Dean had tried hard to accept the fact that he was gone. The life they had once knew, it wasn't for innocent little Cas. Sam had seemed as stunned at the news as Dean was. But he never knew he would leave like this so willingly. Sam and Dean had tried praying to him, but nothing seemed to work. At the moment, Dean was figuring how to react to all of this. Tell Sam how broken up he was about it, or keep it hidden.

He decided to keep it hidden. Like always, Dean liked to bottle up his feelings. His only concern was protecting his little brother. At the moment, Cas was a small problem compared to how Sam had affected Dean's life.

But what Sam didn't know was that Dean prayed to Castiel every night. Every night he tried to connect with him. Somewhere, some how. Maybe he would show up. But he never did.

Dean was losing hope.

After the long shower with thoughts that haunted him, he got out and slid into his blue jeans. Dean had always loved jeans. He paired it with a plaid shirt and a black jacket. Putting his shoes on, he headed out to find Sam packing some materials.