Destiel Imagines

18. mystery spot

Dean woke up in the passenger's seat of the Impala to the sound of soft rock music. Slowly he sat up, looking over and seeing Cas driving. He rubbed his eyes.

"Good morning, Dean," said Cas.

"Where are we?"

"We've almost reached the site. I'd say we're about fifteen minutes away." It was a weird case - for days, people had been vanishing at a certain point in the woods by a small town. It was getting weird enough to risk checking it out. "Did you sleep well?"

"Well enough."

They soon reached the site, according to Cas, who was picking up a lot of weird readings in the area. Dean got out of the Impala, looking around. The clearing seemed empty and unremarkable. "Ghosts? Monsters?"

"I don't detect any..." Cas began, then abruptly stopped. He turned around. "Dean. We aren't alone."

"What is it?"

"Humans. Not hostile, but they're armed."

A branch cracked. Cas's eyes widened. "Dean! Get down!"

Out of nowhere, a round of bullets went off, slamming into Cas's chest. "Cas!" Dean screamed as the angel fell to the ground, his shirt stained with blood. He ran to Cas's side. "Cas, are you okay? Cas!" How had the bullets harmed him? Cas was impervious to human weapons.

"M-my stolen grace," Cas stuttered out, reaching out and gripping Dean's hand. "It's...wearing out again. I'm not - not as strong as I should be. I'm almost human."

"Cas," said Dean, "hold on, just hang in there. I'm gonna get help."

"No," said Cas. "Dean, stop." He took a shaking breath. "It's too late."

"Don't say that." Cas's head sank to the ground, and he closed his eyes. "No, Cas, come on. Don't do this." Dean felt Cas's wrist, his neck; searching for a pulse, but he felt nothing. Cas was growing cold. "Cas!"

Abruptly, Dean woke up. He was sitting in the passenger's seat of the Impala. Cas was driving.

"Good morning, Dean."

"You just - you -" Dean began, staring at Cas in shock and disbelief. He forced himself to relax; it must have been a dream. "Sorry. I had a really...strange nightmare."

"That's unfortunate. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Forget it, it's not important." Dean rubbed his eyes. "Where are we?"

"We've almost reached the site. I'd say we're about fifteen minutes away," said Cas. Dean frowned. He'd heard this conversation before. But how...? "Did you sleep well?"

"Uh...yeah. yeah, I'm fine." He cleared his throat. "Hey, um, Cas? I think we should sit out on this case. Maybe head back to the bunker."

Cas frowned in confusion. "Are you sure? This could be important. From what we've heard something serious is going on."

"Yeah, no, I'm sure. Let's get out of here, I have a bad feeling about this."

"If you say so."

Cas began to bring the car around. Suddenly Dean heard screeching tires, and bright lights blazed through the windows. Then there was an intense, crushing pain as a semi truck slammed into them, scraping them several yards down the road and finally sending them careening into a ditch.

Dean came to moments later, his legs crushed under the mangled hood of the Impala. Blood ran down his face, dripping into his eyes. He wiped it away frantically. "Dammit, Cas! Are you alright?" He gritted his teeth, twisting in his seat and ignoring the searing pain he was in. "Cas!"