A Long Hunt

We need to talk

Dean was under the kitchen sink trying to fix a small leak that had sprung. He didn't feel like having the building managers send someone over to fuck it up even more. Dean fixed cars for Christ Sake he was pretty sure he could fix a damn sink. He could probably do it in half the time!

Cas had gone off somewhere earlier telling Dean he would be back soon. Before the hunter could ask where he was going the angel had flown off. He hoped he would be back in time to keep his earlier promise he made at the nut house.

Sam was out running to the library ‘to do some more research' according to him so Dean was left all alone with his thoughts. That was always a recipe for disaster.

The interview with Heather Williams had gone much better they expected but now they had problems.

They now knew that the attacks were being caused by demons. They had no idea why the bastards were doing it and it seemed like there was absolutely no logical order to it. To make it even worse Cas couldn't even see the fuckers anymore now that have can hide their true forms from angels eyes.

Dean's mind began to wander. He started thinking of what John would think if he knew his son was fucking an angel. Not even a girl angel! Well.... his angel had no true sexual orientation and was just wearing a guy’s meat suit but still......

His dad would be furious. Probably disown him. He never was the perfect son. Dean was just his father’s soldier. Trying and failing to follow in his footsteps. Dean shook his head. He wasn't going to think his dad, who cares what the hell he thinks. Dean flinched at that thought. He still wasn't entirely comfortable with going against him. Even though the douchenozel was dead.

Dean switched his train of thought again as he reached for a rag.

What would Sam think? He didn't even know that Dean was bi! The hunter wasn't sure how his brother would react. Probably not well.....

Dean was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't hear Sam return to the motel.

"How's it going Dean?" Sam asked grabbing a water bottle from their small fridge.

Dean jumped and pulled a gun out of the back of his pants. Swiveling around his hand on the trigger. He registered that it was just Sam half a second before he was about to shoot.

He quickly lowered his gun and said "Shit! Sorry Sammy!"

Sam had his hands up and a surprised look on his face.  The brothers had nearly shot each other over a hundred times throughout their lives. It was only thanks to their quick reactions that they were even still alive.

"Sorry dude. Didn't mean to!" Sam exclaimed calming down.

Dean's heart was still racing. He was sure Sam's was too. The eldest brother put his gun back under his shirt and crawled back under the sink.

"It's going alright.  Almost done." Dean said to answer Sam's earlier question. "How’s the research?"

"It’s good.... Some useful stuff some not so useful stuff...." Sam said absentmindedly trailing off. Dean noticed that Sam wasn't fully focused on the conversation.  Normally he would be going on about all the boring stuff be read about while Dean sat there not really listening.

He was about to say something but Sam bet him to it.

"When were you going to tell me Dean?" There was a hint of anger in his brother’s voice.

Dean was trying to tighten the ring around the sink hose.

"Tell you about what?" Dean asked not really paying attention.