Plaid Shirts and a Trench Coat

Chapter 11 Dean's POV

Tonight was the night of the hunt, and nerves took over my body. Probably because it was our first hunt in a while. Sam was in the shower washing the smell of last nights fire out of his hair. "Staring down the barrel of a 45- Swimming through the ashes of another life." I hum to myself as Cas tries his best to iron his trench coat. Lately, he's become more domesticated than anyone I've known. I'm not complaining, though. "From my knowledge, that song isn't very happy." I heard him mumble. "It's not, Cas." I laugh as I close Dad's journal and slip it into my leather bag. "It's a song by Shinedown. One of my favorites." He nodded his head, and Sam stepped out of the bathroom, as steam followed his trail. "We ready?" I look at him to see fear hidden behind his eyes, and nerves were making his hands tremble. I shoved guns loaded with holy water and salt in the bag, then a hex bag followed.

Castiel sits down at the table and looks over the papers Sam had left. "You guys had said there was an...infestation of demons... Near Lost Creek. The woods..." I look over at him and mumble a "yes" and go back to loading up the bags. "There have been people saying it seems more of a haunting, rather than the Wendigo you guys haunted before."

"Well at least it's not that creepy ass thing again. I hated it." I run my fingers through my hair and scratch at my scalp as Sam walks over to Cas to view the papers. "I don't know, Dean. It's similar. It's just by the creek, not the woods. Sort of." It's only ten in the morning and I already want to drown my worries and responsibilities with alcohol. "Are you guys going to go?" I mumble "definitely," right at the same time as Sam does. "But Cas- you should stick here this time, just in case, okay? I'll call you if I need to."

I walk over to a six foot angel, crunched down a few more inches, with a perfectly ironed trench coat. "Look at me, Cas." He looks up with glacier blue eyes. I never noticed how blue his eyes were until now, in this very moment. His hands trembled in mine and his teeth clenched inside of his mouth. "I'll be okay, and so will Sam." He looks at the ground, then back up at me. "I'll fix you up, if I have to. Sam too." I smile as his tear ducts fill with tears. "I know. Thank you." He manages to form a half smile on his face.

Castiel's POV

Dean looks at me with eyes that are a mix of fresh grass and a sunset of orange and yellow. Fire burning inside his soul. I could see the tears forming in his eyes as his hands griped onto my arms. It was as if he was trying to pull me from perdition, though I am nowhere near there yet. Sam was leaning against the bed with his hair flopping around the corners of his face, thinning it out more than it was before. He had on a moss green shirt, a brown leather jacket, and jeans. I zoned out, into oblivion, wondering how tonight's hunt would go. "Cas, you okay?" He shakes me out of my state and bites onto his bottom lip. "Yeah. I seem to be thinking quite a lot."

Dean laughs and lets go of my arms. "That's a normal thing to do. Hey, here." He turns to me and hands me a notebook with flowers and bumblebees on it, followed by a blue ballpoint pen. "The notebook is very feminine." Sam looked up from his hands and laughed. "They were having a sale at Target." I sit down at the table next to my phone and the outlet it's plugged into. "I want you to write, while we're out. To get your mind off things, okay? You can write it, or type it out. Or both. Sam's computer is over there." He pointed over to the desk and took a breath. "Okay, Sammy. Let's go. Cas, you have our numbers." He ran his hand along my shoulders and neck, then opened the motel room door. "See you later, Cas." Sam says as he walks past me. "See you later, guys." I manage to smile, and then I turned to the notebook and opened it up. As I write the first sentence, I hear the roar of the impala and it quickly fades away.

2 hours later-

Two hours later, and I decide to text Dean. He says they're okay, which I find it hard to believe. He says they haven't found anything yet, with all the evidence they had.

Dean's POV

We pull up to a creek right outside of the forest located in Bailey, Colorado. Cops are still piling in like they're bees and the creek is the mother bee. It's been days, I would assume, yet no one, meaning the cops, can figure out what this is. "What if it's the Wendigo again?" Sam mumbles as we prepare our FBI badges. "Could be..." We walk up to an officer and flash our badges. "Hello officer, Collins...and?"

"Harley." Sam smiles. "After the motorcycle, really?" I turn to him, raise my eyebrows and sigh. He leans into me and mumbles, "First thing I could think of." The officer held a look of concern on his face as the three of us walked over to an empty car, surrounded by orange cones and caution tape. "This car was empty when we got the call. People said they heard screams from a few miles away, then traced it to here. Must've been some loud screams." He spoke. "Yeah." I stuck my hands in my pockets and circled the car. Sam dragged his fingers along it, looked at them, then at me and sighed. "No sulfur."

"Meaning no demons." I studied the car, and looked inside to find decent sized claw marks along the seat. "Sam." He looked inside and all he did was sigh. The officer walks over and tries to look impressed. "It was a couple- Female and Male. Just met. They were on their way to a cabin for a week." Sam looks at me and rolls his eyes, which makes it hard for me to hold back laughter.

"So is the Wendigo after cabin loving couples who are getting away to get it on?"
"That's what it looks like." I scan the area, and reach for my phone to call Cas.