Sleepless Nights

The Hunt

It was dark in the mine. Moreso than anywhere Dean had ever been, and that was saying something. The darkness seemed to close in on him, as if it was trying to suffocate him, swallowing up all the light it could, so that Dean's flashlight could only show him a couple step ahead of him at a time. It wasn't as cold as he expected it to be, though. In fact, the further he went, the more he regretted wearing his heavy hunter's jacket.

Dean and Sam had traced the djinn back to its hideout, an old abandoned mine a few miles outside of Holladay. They had spilt up a few minutes ago in order to cover more ground, and Dean was really hoping they'd find the son of a bitch soon so they could get home. Dean had been thinking a lot about Cas and whether or not he might have any feelings for the angel that went beyond his platonic affections for him. He still had some more things to figure out and come to grips with, but he had decided three things for certain. One, Burt and Ernie were most definately gay; two, sexuality is confusing; and three, he would let Cas sleep in his room again if he needed to. He was actually almost excited for it. To feel the ex-angel's warm presence throughout the night. To wake up with one of Cas's arms draped across his body. He smiled at the memory.

Dean had become so absorbed in his thoughts that he had almost forgotten about the hunt. He heard a small noise behind him, snapping his mind back to the present. He drew his knife, but the djinn was faster. Dean had just enough time to think "Ah man. Not again!" before the blue glowing hand of the djinn touched his forehead.