"Sam, I am kinda worried about Cas. He hasn't popped in, in days," Dean spoke, uneasy about his angel friend. His brother, Sam, looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow.
"He's probably still tracking down that witch to help kill Amara, Dean. We've taken on longer cases before. Why are you so worried?" Dean bit the inside of his lip, he desperately wanted to tell Sam about his enormous crush on the Angel Castiel but at the same time, he wanted to keep it to himself.
"No reason. Just worried s'all." Sam rolled his eyes and started reading his book once more.
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"Let me out of here," Castiel said in his all too familiar, rough, voice. The witch he was hunting down had cast a spell, revoking his angel mojo from being used in the room. He was practically human. Chained up and powerless, he tried to do everything he could to break the bonds he was in. No such luck was granted.
"Why should I let you out? You work with the Winchesters. You were probably trying to kill me!" The witch shouted.
"There has been a misunderstanding, Caoimhe (kee-vah), I am simply trying to harness your power to help defeat the darkness. No killing involved." The witch scoffed at Castiel's comment.
"You do realize that if you 'harness' my power, I will die?" Caoimhe pointed out, touching an angel blade to Cas' stomach. She noticed that Cas flinched at the feel of the knife, making her laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Castiel asked, his stomach still tight as he squinted his eyes.
"You. I'm laughing at you, Castiel. It's funny that I have an angel in my basement that cannot do anything. I control you!" She chuckled, slicing into Cas' skin. Light shined through the cut as she sliced. Castiel called out in pain as the sharp edge drove across his skin again and again.
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Dean was still on edge. Castiel should have been back by now. He should have killed the witch, taken her power, given it to Rowena, and come back to the bunker by now.
"Dean, I am getting worried now too," Sam spoke up finally after three days of waiting.
"It shouldn't take this long for him to get a witch's power."
"Well, how do you suppose we go about finding him?" Sam inquired, taking a sip of his beer.
"I-I don't know," Dean sighed, running his hands through his hair, "maybe Rowena could use a tracking spell or something?"
"Do you think she is in the mood for favours right now, Dean? She is only helping us because she is as afraid of Amara as we are."
"You're right, maybe we- wait. Is his GPS on?" Sam snapped his fingers and rushed over to his laptop, pulling up the GPS on Cas' phone. Dean quickly walked over and waited in anticipation for the page to load.
"Okay so get this, his phone was last used in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. That has to be where he is because the last person he called was us. That was a week ago."
"North Carolina? That is going to take us a day's drive."
"We best be on our way then," Sam said, grabbing his jacket and tossing Dean the keys to the Impala.
"Hang on, Cas' we're coming for ya," Dean whispered, before following Sam.
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Castiel let out another scream of agonizing pain as Caoimhe sliced into his skin.
"P-please stop!" Cas pleaded. He was weak and tired. Blood and sweat were dripping from every inch of his body as he breathed heavily.
"Where is the fun in that?" Caoimhe asked touching the tip of the blade to Cas' chest and slowly inserting it. Castiel shouted from the top of his lungs, knowing that no one would be able to hear him.
"I mean, I could just kill you," the witch spoke once more, poking the knife at Castiel's heart, "It's just a simple jab into the heart or even your head. Then everyone will be rid of you."
"D-do it," Cas coughed.
"Tell me, Castiel, who would miss you? Who would miss you if I drove this angel blade into your heart?"
"I would," Dean barked from behind the Caoimhe. She quickly turned around and put her hand on her hip, flicking Dean to the wall with the other. Dean struggled under the supernatural force pushing him up against the surface.
"Oh look, Castiel. It's your boyfriend. He came to save the day," Caoimhe bitingly shouted, "did you come all the way here without your moose of a brother? Shame, I would have loved to take you both out. It would be an honour to be known as the witch who killed the Winchesters and the Angel Castiel!"
Just as Caoimhe was finishing her sentence, Sam came up from behind her and put her in a choke hold.
"Sorry but that's not going to happen," Sam said, before snapping her neck. He let her fall to the ground. The magic was gone and Dean was released from his hold. Castiel was still in a bind (literally). Dean peered up at the angel, seeing that he was still in such a horrible stage, and ran over to him.
"Cas, buddy, are you okay?" Dean asked, placing both of his hands on Cas' face, patting one side. The angel let out a slight cough to let the other men know that he was still alive.
"Sammy, help me pick these locks!" The shorter of the Winchester brothers shouted, grabbing his lock picking kit out of his pocket. Sam rushed over and did the same thing.
Dean was the first to get the lock picked. When he pulled Cas' arm out of the bond, half of the angel fell onto him. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas as Sam finished picking the lock. The angel completely fell into the blond's arms.
Thoughts were racing through Dean's head like, "I can't lose Cas," and, "I won't lose Cas." Sam helped Dean carry the beat up angel to the Impala where the laid him in the back seat. Dean slowly placed Cas' head down on the seat as he studied the face of the man below him. That was when he mindlessly through the keys to Sam.
"Drive," Dean whispered, as he situated himself in the back. He put Cas' head in his lap as he started petting his hair. Never had he shown such affection towards Castiel, but Dean did not care. He just wanted his friend to be okay.
About half an hour into the drive, Cas weakly sat up. Dean looked at him, surprised.
"C-Cas! How are you feeling, man?" Dean asked, helping Cas up.
"The witch's magic is wearing off. My wounds are healing faster now. I-I'll be fine eventually," Cas cleared his throat.
"Y-you had me worried," Dean whispered, hoping his driving brother did not hear.
"I'll be okay, Dean. There is no need to worry." Having the angel reassure him made Dean close his eyes and half-heartedly smile. When he opened his eyes he noticed there was some dried blood on Cas' face.
"There is somethi- you have a little blood on your cheek." Dean pointed out, touching the spot so Cas knew where it was. The angel raised his arm up and wiped the spot, not getting even a little of it off. Dean chuckled and got closer to Cas' licking his finger and placing it on the angels cheek. He calmly rubbed the brunette's face, getting the smudge off.
Once Dean finished, he looked into Castiel's eyes. His body locked up. He could not move as he stared into the blue oceans known as Cas' eyes. Dean slowly gulped as his eyes shifted from Castiel's eyes to his mouth and back. Castiel noticed this and took a bold guess as to what it meant. He inched his face closer to Dean's, parting his lips oh-so slightly.
Dean noticed Cas' actions. His breath hitched as he got closer and closer, but when he felt Cas' soft lips on his he was breathing normally. Dean let his eyes loll back in his head as he cupped Castiel's face.
Sam looked into the rearview mirror at the two. He let a smile pull its way across his face. 'I'm glad they're finally happy. The tension between them was killing me,' was all Sam could think after he took his eyes off of the two.
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This literally sounds like a good start for a full on book. Yes? No? Keep it as a one shot?
