Superwholock- Broken Wings

Chapter Two- An Unexpected Visitor

Dean pulled into the bunker and the two brothers climbed out of the car, Dean locking the Impala before they headed into the living area.

"I'm telling you! Darth Vader could have beaten the Emperor easily!" Dean protested.

"Then how come he died doing it?" Sam questioned.

"To boost the ratings! Duh!" Dean answered, rolling his eyes. Sam scoffed.

"That's utter crap and you know it!" Sam retorted. "You just can't face the fact that the Emperor is harder than-" he cut off as a muffled thump echoed through the living area. The hunters drew their guns, creeping soundlessly towards the figure in the chair.

"Yaaaaa!" Dean tackled the man with a war cry, both of them falling to the ground. The man yelped in surprise, going still as Dean straddled him and held an angel blade to his throat.

"What are you doing?" the man yelled. Dean blinked.

"Cas?" his eyes widened and he got up off the angel, offering a hand up. Cas took it, glaring at Dean as he straightened his trench coat.

"Why did you assault me?" Cas asked.

"Sorry, man," Dean sheathed his  blade. "Didn't expect it to be you."

"Who else would it be?" Cas looked puzzled. Dean frowned for a moment.

"Huh... Good point. Why are you here?" Dean opened the fridge, handing a beer to Sam and Cas before closing the fridge and opening his own.

"I have a lead on some demons who are helping Asmodeous. I need your help capturing them. We can get information from them," the angel explained. Sam nodded.

"Come sit down. We can make a plan," the younger Winchester sat at the large oval table, Cas following suit. Dean remained standing, scrutinising his friend.

Cas seemed fine, but he had bags under his eyes and kept yawning. That was strange, since angels didn't get tired. He was thin too, his trench coat hanging off him. Dean furrowed his brow. Something here was definitely off.

"-even listening to me?" Dean tuned in as Sam finished his sentence, two pairs of eyes trained on him.

"Yeah..." Dean swigged from his bottle. Sam turned back to Cas.

"You okay? You seem kinda... deflated," he asked the shorter man.

"I'm fine, thank you Sam," the Seraph answered, but his yawn contradicted his words. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Sure... look, why don't you get some sleep? We have plenty of rooms. Take one of the ones down the hall; it'll be near ours then." Sam pointed. Cas nodded sleepily.

"I suppose a few hours won't hurt..." he got up and headed down the hall, entering one of the rooms and closing the door behind him. Sam turned to Dean.

"What the hell's with that?" he asked his brother. Dean shrugged.

"How should I know?"

"Something seems off..." Sam glanced at Cas's closed door.

"Gee, thanks! I hadn't noticed!" Dean rolled his eyes.

"No need to be sarcastic, Dean," his brother scolded him.

"Whatever. I'm going to bed," Dean put his beer down, stretching, and turned to leave.

"What about Cas?" Sam stood up.

"What about him?" Dean carried on walking.

"Well, aren't we gonna find out what's wrong?" Sam jogged to catch up with his older brother.

"You know, why don't we just ask him?" Dean answered.

"Yeah, 'cause that's always ended so well in the past!" Sam muttered.

"No need to be sarcastic, Sam," Dean mimicked his brother's earlier statement.

"Shut up and go to bed," Sam snapped.

"Was planning to anyway," Dean called over his shoulder, entering his room and shutting the door behind him. He flopped onto his bed, sighing, and closed his eyes. He fell asleep instantly.