Destiel One-Shots

B Is For Blood

It should've been a milk run. It was supposed to be a milk run. Just one demon in a small, out of the way town, running around and wrecking havoc. One little demon against two hunters and one angel. But when Sam, Dean, and Cas arrived and tracked the thing down, one demon became a handful, then a dozen, then two dozen. They had no idea where they were all coming from.

Castiel has told the Winchesters to leave, that he could handle it and they would only get hurt. When they had obviously refused, he growled in frustration before zapping them back to the motel. That was a good ten miles from the small farmhouse they had just been in, and where the car still was. With no other choice, the brothers had started back as fast as they could, worried about their friend.

Dean especially was anxious, though he tried his best to hide it from his little brother. Sam could pick up the clues, though. He knew enough to keep his mouth shut. The sky was a deep, navy blue by the time they got back to the farmhouse, streaked with the inky black silhouettes of clouds. The entire place was too quiet for Dean's liking. Eerily so. Both hunters pulled their guns out as they neared the building, sharing a look and silently agreeing to go in through both doors at the same time. Dean approached the front while Sam snuck around to the back.

Taking a deep breath, Dean ascended the creaky front steps, wincing as they gave slightly under his weight. Once at the door, he gripped the knob and twisted slowly. Thankfully, the hinges weren't rusty, allowing the door to swing relatively quietly into the cramped entry way of the house. There were no demons lying in wait, so Dean slowly ventured into the small structure. He could hear Sam entering in through the back with as much care as he had just taken.

Step by step, Dean scanned his surroundings, looking for any sign of either demons or their angel. With every cautious sweep of his flashlight beam, he came up empty. It was eventually Sam's urgent voice that made him give up being cautious altogether.

"Dean! I found him!" Dean immediately moved quickly in the direction of Sam's voice, finding him in one of the bedrooms. With wild, frantic eyes, Dean took in the scene, and what he saw almost made him collapse. Sam was hovering over an unmoving Castiel, who was sprawled out across the small bed in the centre of the room. Blood from his nose was smeared across his mouth and chin, and blood from a large gash in his forehead was matted into his hair. That wasn't what caught Dean's attention though. No, that was the deep cut from the angel's shoulder down to his hip that was still steadily leaking blood into his clothes.

"Cas!" Dean cried, forcing his shock ridden muscles to move forward. Crouching by the side of the bed, he lifts his hands to Cas' throat, feeling for a pulse. The angel's skin feels clammy, and up close he definitely looks paler than usual.

"Dean." Sam's voice breaks through to Dean, but he sounds miles away, or like he's underwater. "Dean, we have to do something or he's going to bleed out. They must've had an angel blade on hand. No way an ordinary knife would do this." Dean nods numbly, hearing his younger brother's words, but not entirely understanding them. It's not till Sam moves to the other side of the bed, across from Dean, and reaches out to grip one of Cas' shoulders that Dean finally clues in to what his brother said.

Scrambling to his feet, Dean helps his brother lift Cas up into a sitting position. The angel groans, which makes Dean's heart rate spike, but his eyes remain closed. The two of them manage to shuffle Cas close enough to Dean that he can wrap one of Cas' limp arms around his shoulders and pull him to his feet. The angel is surprisingly heavy, and Dean grunts from the effort as he stands up straight. Sam moves to help, but Dean waves him off, instead giving him the car keys.

"Go start the car and make sure all the doors are open." Sam nods and takes off, leaving Dean to struggle forward with the dead weight of his best friend. A few steps forward and Cas groans again, breath becoming ragged. Dean looks next to him, and is greeted with two intense blue eyes, half open.