A Long Hunt

Catch the King

The short car ride back to the motel felt painfully long. Dean was in complete shock. All he could think about was finding his angel.  The only thing he could see was the road in front of him. Thinking about his angel’s pretty little face was the only thing that kept him from beating the living shit out of inanimate objects. Again... He was in no way stable enough to be driving a car by any means.

Sam was unsure of what to say to his brother. He was scared shitless that they were going to end up dead on the news with the Impala wrapped around some damn tree. His mind was racing, thinking too much.  He was worried about Castiel and what Crowley was doing to him. Everything from the past couple of days had just mashed into one big blurry mess.

For once in his life Sam was at a total loss for words. It didn't matter though, unless he said 'look there’s Cas' Dean would have even glanced his way. Not in this state of mind.  He was extremely worried about Dean. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this messed up over something. The only thing Sam could even remotely compare it too was when Dean after got out of hell or when he left Cas in purgatory. Try taking both of those, smashing them together, and multiplying each one by about ten. That's how far gone the hunter was. Things were much different now. Dean cared about Cas in a whole new way.

They managed to get back to the motel in one piece and the brothers quickly took all their gear inside.

“I’m gonna call Bobby.” Sam said carefully as he pulled out his phone.

Dean didn’t say anything. He was covered in dirt, grime, and sweat from the hunt, but he didn’t care. That didn’t matter. Not when he had a job to do.

The eldest Winchester barley listened as his brother started talking to Bobby. He was too busy on his laptop. Dean was searching for any demon signs nearby.  He was determined to track down, capture, and torture any demon who might know where his angel was being held.

He knew it would be a little soon for demon signs to show up and give them clues as to where Cas was, but he still looked anyways.  Dean took a short break to grab a bottle of beer. He hoped it would help him cope with this.

A few minutes later Sam came up behind his brother and said “Bobby said he’ll come and help us look for Cas.  He’s only about a five hours drive away from here.”

“Okay.” Dean mumbled not really listening.

“Dean…..” Sam started.

“Damn it Sammy I swear, if you start asking me if I’m okay, I WILL punch you…” Dean said turning and giving his brother a death glare that said he meant business.

Sam had no choice but to quietly walk away and leave Dean alone. He grabbed his own laptop to begin to help his brother look for any demon activity.

After about an hour of finding absolutely nothing Dean slammed his laptop shut, making Sam jump and look up at him.

“Mother Fucker!” Dean yelled.

Sam stared at Dean wide eyed. He was literally losing his mind over this. Dean stood up and started pacing the room.

“There has got to be something…. Someone…. Somebody knows where Cas is!” Dean cried out as he ran his fingers through his hair. He had to bite his tongue so he wouldn’t cry in front of Sam. He turned away from him so he could discreetly swipe at the drops of moisture beading up at the corner of his eyes. Dean was not going to cry. He was too tough for that. The hunter would bottle it all up. After all, that happened to be one of his greatest tricks.

“Dean. Relax we’ll find Cas! I swear. We won’t stop until we do.” Sam said trying to comfort his pissed off brother.

Dean just glared at Sam and grabbed another beer. He had already finished three since they got back. Sam was going to say something about how much Dean was drinking but he didn’t feel like having his head ripped off today.