A Long Hunt

What the Hell

Dean’s first thought was Sam. This was Sam playing his prank on him. “Give me your phone…” Dean demanded holing out his hand to his little brother.

“What? Why!” Sam exclaimed protectively.

“Sam this isn’t funny. Give me your damn phone before I use force.”

Castiel was staring wide-eyed and concerned between the brothers.

The youngest Winchester quickly scrambled in his pockets for his cell phone. One he removed it from his pocket; Dean snatched it from his hand.

“Dean you don’t seriously think I would-“ Sam started before Dean interrupted him.

“Honestly, I don’t know what hell you would or wouldn’t do anymore Sam.”

“What are you saying Dean?” Sam asked in anger and surprise.

“All I’m saying is that weather or not you realize it, you’ve been an asshole about me and Cas.”

“I… What?” Sam spluttered in shock.

“You seriously haven’t noticed?” Dean said sounding irritated as he searched through his brother’s phone trying to find the evidence he was looking for.

“Noooo……”

“Wow you must have some serious sexual frustration then Sam. Have you tried jacking off or sticking it to someone recently?”

Sam’s response to his brother sounded something like choking, spluttering and denial while he flushed dark shade red.

Dean took his reaction for a no so he said. “Take my brotherly advice and find a nice chick or something. Just get the hell off our asses. I don’t care if you’re here. Just stop being a fucking asshole!”

The eldest Winchester’s brows furrowed when he saw that Sam really didn’t send those texts.

“Did you wipe your text history Sam?” Dean asked narrowing his eyes at his brother.

“Why the hell would I prank you like that Dean? Don’t you think that kind of over steps the boundaries?” Sam asked.

Dean stayed silent and glared at his brother.

“Dean, do you remember Amelia?” The eldest Winchester stiffened.  “Yeah I kind of remember you sending me distress texts from her so you could get me out of your hair. Now why in the hell would I do the same thing back to you?”

Dean didn’t look at his brother. He still felt guilty about that whole thing. The hunter knew that he ruined every aspect of his brother’s life from the very day he selfishly brought him back into the family business. Sometimes he wished he never brought him back into the life. Sam had been happy before.

“You have to believe me when I say I didn’t send them.”

“I believe you Sammy.” Dean mumbled as shame dripped from his voice. Then he looked up at Cas and slowly asked “Cas…. Can I see your phone?”

Dean tossed Sam’s phone back to him carefully as Cas replied “Sure Dean. I’ll go get it for you.” Then the angel walked over to his trench coat sitting on a nearby chair and fumbled around in one of the many pockets. Dean was already beginning to suspect that those texts hadn’t been sent from Castiel’s phone either.

Soon, the angel recovered his phone and brought it over to where Dean was sitting. The hunter hurriedly checked Castiel’s recent messages. Dean was almost disappointed when he saw that the last message composed on this phone was sent over two months ago. This meant someone else had sent those texts, because Castiel didn’t know enough about technology to delete texts. Hell, Cas could barely write a proper text without nearly breaking something. The only thing Dean was sure of was that regardless of who send those texts he was utterly screwed.