Our Little Angel (Destiel)

//13

Dean's phone sat on his bedside table stand, positioned face down.

He was sitting on his bed diagonal from it while polishing off his weapons. It was a futile attempt at endeavoring to keep his mind from straying to Castiel and his..family.

The house was virtually quiet as always, excluding the rustling of pages and the occasional clicking of a mouse from the room adjacent to his.

But really, he couldn't help but think of what might have happened if things have went differently between him and Cas.

They both could have "tied the not" and gotten married, raise a family, and just in general live a normal life.

Or as normal as life could be for a supernatural hunter and an innocent man who deserved all the happiness he could obtain.

"Hey!" Sam peeked his head into his brother's room. Dean glanced up from the knife he was wiping off to his brother. "What?" his reply came out rougher than usual, which did not go unnoticed by Sam.

Knowing better, he decided not to comment on it. Sam readjusted his head from his position in the doorway and stood in the door frame. His large frame was now fully visible, so Dean could see he was holding his laptop in one hand while clicking something. Dean could already fathom what his impending response was. "There's been news of another murder."

Yep, his suspicions were accurate. Dean didn't say anything else, opting to resume in his knife-polishing , so Sam took his silence as an incentive to continue. "The victim was a man this time. The murder took place at uh "Brewces"-which isn't too far from here actually. His body was found mutilated; it was sitting in a pool of his own blood, and scratches and marks littered his body."

"Like the ones on the other victim's body we saw at the morgue?"

Sam nodded. "Yep. You think we should check out the morgue today and examine the body more thoroughly?

Dean paused. For a minute Sam was certain his brother would say no and bring up some Castiel-related excuse.

"Sure."

Sam squinted slightly. "Sure?"

"Yes, yeah, certainly, definitely, totally-whatever floats your boat man." Dean quipped, lifting himself of his bed and standing up. He crossed his arms above his head and arched his back, groaning when he felt a satisfying crack.

Sam didn't say anything else so Dean looked back up at his brother, who was staring inquisitively at him. Dean gave him his signature 'what' look.

"You actually want to come?"

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Um yeah, as I recalled this is what we normally do."

Sam pursed his lips as his eyes darted around the room. "Well you didn't come last time, and i mean with all this drama with Cas-"

Dean simply furrowed his eyebrows, vehemently glaring at him. Sam quickly shut his mouth and pursed his lips. "I'll go change." he said and spun on his heel to leave.

Dean watched him leave before shaking his head. Why did his brother think all he thought about was Cas?

Well, maybe he was all he thought about, but he didn't have to rub it in.

————
Meanwhile Castiel was flicking through channels, slumped on the couch and interest absent from his face as he tried to look for something interesting.

Claire was next to the couch's armrest, happily playing with her dolls.

"-just came in this morning. A man was discovered mutilated and fatally wounded, found dead at a local bar by the name of 'Brewces'." Castiel paused mid channel flip on the news channel, raising his eyebrow in interest.