Angel With A Shotgun

A Destiel FanFiction

"hey, hey, hey! what are you doing? don't drop your gun on the car like that! It could get scratched, dammit, Cass!"

Dean shouted as he came running to the aid of his precious impala '67 his dad left for him.

"Oh, that... I'm sorry, Dean. like i said - I'm not used to guns yet" Cass mumbled sincerely with his lost-puppy expression. Dean had always found it weird the angel always had the samme sad facial expression.

something in Castiel's face changed

"Cass?" Dean said

"I'm listening" Cass replied after a short break. Dean concentrated hard but couldn't hear anything.

must be angel crap, Dean thought

"I've got to go now" Castiel finally said.

"whoa hold on, what the hell is up with you?" Dean told him boldly. Castiel just stared confused at him. puff. He was gone.

goddammit, Dean thought grimly.

Sam was still seated on the table by his laptop.

"any news, any case?" Dean asked his brother.

"4 victims for the past 3 weeks. All got their throats ripped out."

"so, what, vamps?" Dean asked reaching for the fridge.

"well... It could be possible, I guess" Sam said as he turned around to look at Dean. Sams face hardened and he rolled his eyes at Dean.

"what?!" Dean said as he gulped down his beer.

"seriously? We've got work to do. A case" he scoffed at Dean.

"Yeah, so? I'm prepping" Dean smirked. Sam ignored his comment and stood up.

"I'm gonna hit up Bobby and hear him out." He said and grabbed the laptop.

"yep. You go do that." he replied hoarsely.

The door slammed and Dean was all alone in the dull low-class hotel room. He got a sudden loneliness that took over him. damn, I'm getting too old for this. He thought darkly to himself.

puff. Castiel reappeared a few feet in front of him, looking like a mess.

"Cass? you look like a bunch of cats chased you down the main road. what the hell happened?" he demanded.

"they're mad... very mad. they kicked me out." Castiel said with utter exhaustion. Dean looked at Castiel for a while, blood was running from his mouth and his nose.

"who? wait, you got kicked out of heaven? Why?" Dean asked with raised voice, impatient for answers.

"The higher forces kicked me out. Dragging you out of hell got me in a lot of trouble" Castiel replied now running out of breath.

Cass fell down on his knees and Dean got up to help him. Cass landed face-first on the ground before Dean could help him, his back exposed to where his shirt had been ripped open. Along his back on either side of his spine, there were two long blood-red lines, forming an up-side-down V. Dean pulled Cass to his feet and dragged him across the room, throwing his body on the bed.

The hours that passed by seemed to feel like years before Sam came home. Sam spotted Cass' body lying on the bed and looked completely confused.

"What's up with Cass?" Sam questioned him.

"I-I don't know, he came and started talking nonsense about being kicked out of heaven... Then he just - I don't know - passed out. The weirdest part is the red marks on his back-" Dean replied

"What red marks?" Sam asked curiously.

"These, uh, long red lines" Dean sad

"Can I see them?" Sam asked.

"well, don't you think it's a bit pervy,  I mean, the dudes out, he can't even say no-"

"Dean - I'm serious. Maybe we can find out what they mean." Sam argued.

"well, go ahead, then" Dean gestured for Sam.

Sam went over to Castiel's flappy lifeless body. He flipped him over so he was lying on his belly. Sam studied the marks with arched eyebrows, looking completely concentrated.

"I have a theory" he said.

After a long time of not saying anything, Dean said,

"mind sharing that theory of yours?"

"Uh... it's not exactly good news. I think I should do some more research. I could be wrong." Sam said. Unfortunately Dean knew Sam usually wasn't wrong.

They sat in utter silence as the room grew darker and darker for each minute the day turned to night. Dean came to think of something Balthazar told him and Sam. why don't you just call your angel Cassy for help? why would he help us? Dean had replied. because he's in love with you. Balthazar had said those words and looked straight at Dean. Of course, they came from Balthazar so he was probably playing them. Damn angels! Dean thought

Sam sat up straighter and his hard, concentrated expression softened into a almost sad expression.

"What's up"? Dean replied with worry

"you won't believe this" Sam said

"Try me" he said

"well, my theory was right" Sam said. Of course.

"nerd" Dean said.

"Dean... they took his wings." Sam looked at him and Dean could feel his mood dropping lower.

"wait, how is that possible? they can't just-"

"well, I thought my theory was bull crap, but by removing an angels wings you need to literally rip them off. It's a lot of physical and mental pain to bear"

"how mentally?" Dean asked.

"Well, ripping someone's wings off means they do it by their soul. Remember how it's impossible for us to see the wings? they're spiritual"

Dean sat still, his face covered by his hands.