The Sherlocked Doctor (superwholock)

The meeting

Sam and Dean, after agreeing to check out the strange message in the dust, packed up their things and headed for the impala. Dean pulled out effortlessly and he and Sam had their usual run down - the people involved, who they could talk to, the local motels. It wasn't that far of a drive for them to get to Seacliff (the town they were headed to) but it was still an hour or two so Dean grudgingly let Sam drive as a way to get more sleep and - hopefully - rid himself of his hangover.

Any hope of sleep, however, was lost when Dean heard the flutter of wings from the back seat.

"Hey Cas," he said tiredly.

"Hello dean." The angel was silent for a solid two minutes, not seeming to realise that he was being awkward. One of the many quirks of being Cas.

"So, uh, what's up?" Sam asked, trying to fill the silence.

Castiel jerked as if he had forgotten he was there.

"I- sorry. I am not at my best."

"What's up?" Dean asked, concerned for his friend.

"The war- almost all of us- it doesn't matter, listen. Dean, Sam, the case you are on now is of the greatest import. I am not entirely sure why, but I hear the angels talking when they aren't trying to kill m-" Castiel broke off as if he realised that he shouldn't say any more.

"Anyway," he continued. "This case. I'm not sure how, or why, but it is apparently a big deal. It will be dangerous, especially for you, and extremely strange. I-" for a second castiel looked completely broken, and bowed his head, looking for all the world as if he had the weight of the sky on his shoulders.

Then his hard, marble mask of angelic power snapped back into place.

"I have gathered some followers who are currently watching over my share of heaven. Hopefully they will maintain it until I am done here."

"So, you're coming with us, then?" Dean tried to hide the hopeful tone in his voice.

"Of course," Castiel said.

Something else Castiel had said sunk in.

"Wait, are there a lot of angels trying to kill you? Like, over a thousand?"

Castiel sighed miserably.

"A few million at least. And they don't want to kill me at first." Castiel let the heavy implication hang in the air.

Dean was seething.

How dare anyone try to touch Castiel, his Castiel, honestly he would kill them all-

Wait.

His Castiel?

What?

Nonononononono something wasn't right. Castiel was deans friend, that's all.

Just a friend.

An awesome,

Ass kicking,

Loyal,

Smart,

Sexy,

Friend.

Wait a sec.

Sexy?

What the actual fuck?

Was he......for cas......?

Whatever. He would deal with this later.

"Cas, if those sons of bitches hurt you, you come to us okay? we're here to help you. Promise you'll come if you need help, okay?"