Six Moments [ON HOLD]

|Moment 3|

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"Woah, careful there." Sam smiled kindly as he assisted Giselle into the motel room.

His older brother rolled his eyes.

Dean and Cas followed close behind them, each of them caring a duffle bag in their hands. The older hunter was the last one to enter the room and closed the door behind him, kicking it rather roughly with his foot.

The trio was just finished with yet another successful hunt. The case involved vampires who were kidnapping women in their mid-twenties so those sickos could suck their blood out in their nest.

When they had finally found their lair, all of the kidnapped women were found dead. Every one expect for one woman, Giselle.

She was the only one who survived the torture.

After team Free Will had beheaded the gang of vampires, they decided to return to the motel, that way they could patch themselves up and call a relative of Giselle that could pick her up, much to Dean's relief.

His little brother and his best friend have taken a liking in the woman whereas Dean wasn't a big fan of her and her shameless flirting with the two of them. (She tried flirting with Dean in the beginning, but she quickly stopped when she realized that he wasn't falling for her charm).

Dean didn't like the way she had leaned her head against Castiel's shoulder in the car, saying she was too tired to keep her head up, or how she practically threw herself at his little brother the moment he offered his hand, or when she accidentally fell on Cas because the road was so bumpy, or just the hungry looks she was sending them.

He simply couldn't stand the woman.

Dean rolled his eyes when she acted like she couldn't take her coat off because she was so exhausted and hurt.

But the thing that infuriated him more was Castiel, the oblivious idiot, who actually helped her.

He threw the duffle bag on the bed with a bit more force than usual, ignoring Sam's raised eyebrows, and strode to the adjoined bathroom before he bit her head off.

He found a clean rag in the cabinet and placed it under the running water. With a deep sigh, Dean turned off the faucet and started to thoroughly clean off the dry blood along the left side of his face and his throat.

After he was blood-free, Dean threw his dirty clothes in the laundry bin, putting on a clean plaid shirt. As he changed his clothes, he discovered that his left arm stung whenever he put too much pressure on it.

Once he was finished with cleaning his mess, he entered their motel room, deciding to ask either Castiel or Sam for help.

That thought evaporated as quickly as it was formed when he saw Castiel attending Giselle's sprained ankle.

The ex-angel was solely focused on the task at hand, spraying burn spray on her ankle, warping a bandage around her skin, his tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration.

Since he was so concentrated, he didn't notice how she was shoving her face in his view while pretending to be interested as Castiel rambled on about bees. Nor did he detect her lie when she told him that she placed her hand around his shoulder for balance.