Alpha Beta Omega... Winchester?

Chapter 2

Dean managed to sleep peacefully until about three in the morning. That's when the nightmares started. The mark started burning and his arm was stiff as he cried out, sounding in pain, sounding fearful. But also angry. Hell if it didn't scare Sam. He woke up to the sound of his brother screaming, like he often did. But this time he was there with Dean. He quickly sat up and put his hands on Dean's shoulders, gently shaking him.

"Dean hey, wake up Dean you're safe I'm right here." He had to shake him quite a bit before his brother finally opened his eyes, and his arm relaxed. Dean had a few tears on his face and his breathing was fast. Sam sighed. "It's okay." He knew Dean wasn't going to go back to sleep. "Maybe you should pack up?" Dean nodded and furiously wiped his face dry, sitting up. It was a good thing Cas had the blade now.

"Yeah... I'll do that. You can sleep Sammy." Sam sighed and watched as Dean walked out of Sam's room, and to his own. Dean got to his room and his anger got the best of him. He punched at the wall a few times before stopping himself. Then, in silence, he started packing up clothes, guns, silver bullets, and a few vials of wolfsbane. He added in knives for good measure and a few bottles of whiskey. Last he remembered their stitch kit, incase it was needed. Now he had everything. But by the time he was done, it was only four o'clock. He sighed and went into the kitchen, splashing some water on his face and starting to make some eggs to curb his hunger. Not that it was really there anymore, but he knew he had to try and eat something. Once he had finished them he put them on a plate.

"Hello Dean." Dean jumped pretty much three feet in the air and turned around.

"Cas! How many times have I told you not to do that!" The angel tilted his head.

"There is no other way for me to get in here, Dean." Dean shook his head, dismissing it, and sat down with his food. Cas went and sat next to him. "How are you?" Dean sighed. He honestly appreciated the angel caring about him. But he wouldn't admit it. He wasn't the type.

"Shitty." He admitted and sighed. Cas looked at him a bit sadly. He did care deeply for this human in a way he hadn't understood before, but was starting to. He gently put a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Are you in pain?" Dean looked at the mark. It did give him a lot of pain. It burnt when he slept and left his arm throbbing.

"A bit." He continued eating. Cas focused for a moment before about half the pain was gone.

"I'm sorry Dean. I wish I could do more. But being fallen... And my grace... I can't do much anymore." Cas looked guilty almost. The angel was really feeling things. Dean looked at him.

"No, Cas don't feel bad. It helps, it really does." He gave the angel a small smile for reassurance. Seeing Dean smile again, even the slightest made Cas happier.

"Dean, you packed. Are you two going on another hunt?" He asked curiously. Dean nodded.

"Beacon Hills. There are supposedly lots of werewolves. And some other creepy things have happened. We're gonna go see what's up." Cas nodded.

"Perhaps I should go with you?" Cas asked, worried about Dean getting hurt, or hurting someone else for that matter. Dean actually liked the idea. He always felt better when Castiel was around.

"That would be great." Cas looked pleased with how Dean was acting. The man used to be so closed off, but recently he had actually been starting to open up and it was nice. Cas knew he felt something for Dean, but didn't expect to get any of it back. He didn't really know how it worked anyways. So of course the angel was completely oblivious to how Dean felt about him. But Sam wasn't. Sam was actually surprised that his brother was turning out to be bisexual. He didn't have anything against it at all, it was just unexpected. Dean was awful butch.