The Unnamed Feeling (Destiel)

3. Mr. Monster Hunter

"What the hell! How the hell do you explain decapitating someone!" Dean grabbed around at everything that was around him, look for something to attack with. Screw dignity.

Cas still looked immensely frustrated, "Why were you following me?"

Dean stared at him in disbelief. Was this guy serious? "No, I am not the one who needs to answer questions. Why did you feel the need to cut that guys entire head off!"

Cas paused, debating what he would say. He knew he shouldn't be revealing any secrets, but he might have to. He took a deep breath, opening his mouth to explain.

A rock flew through the air, soaring way past Cas and into a tree. Cas could hear Dean curse under his breath as he turned up and went to run away. Before Dean could get five feet ahead of him, Cas had already tackled him to the ground.

Dean clawed at the ground but he couldn't do much now that he was on his stomach with some guy on his back. He let out a frustrated scream. "Don't you dare kill me!"

A sigh escaped Cas' mouth before he leaned down in Dean's ear and whispered, "Shut the hell up already."

"You just killed someone! Dont tell me to shut up, just explain yourself already."

Luckily, Dean couldn't see the look Cas was giving him, otherwise he would start screaming again. Dean's panic was so old at this point. "If I was going to kill you, you'd be dead. Also, I've been trying to explain myself, but you haven't shut up long enough for me to," Cas pressed Dean's shoulder harder into the ground.

Dean groaned and struggled. If he wasn't going to get killed, he wasn't going to listen to Cas' coverup. He turned his head, ready to start yelling again. Cas stared at him, a touch of annoyance and a lot of frustration.

"Dean, monsters are real."

A second passed. Then another. Then one more, until Dean burst out laughing. "Oh my god, I'm gonna die and it's all because you're a damn schizophrenic."

"I'm telling the truth. Monsters are real. That was a vampire I just killed, several actually but details aren't important. Monsters are real."

Dean paused, he didn't believe Cas, but he though that maybe if he humored his delusions, he would be set free. "Prove it."

Cas got up, pointing a gun at Dean. "I'm not going to shoot, I'm just making sure you don't do anything dumb."

Dean slowly got up, turning around. Screw this guy and his entire family. He followed Cas as he led them back down to the building, praying to nobody in particular to save him. As Cas crouched down and picked up the severed head, Dean nearly threw up.

Cas looked behind him. "Stop gagging and come over here."

Dean walked over, peering over Cas' shoulder. Cas held the head with one hand and opened the mouth with the other. He pressed down on the gums and a pointy tooth poked out. "See, Dean?"

Dean paused, taking it in. "You killed this guy because he had extra teeth! What the hell!"

"I killed him because he was a vampire who was murdering people! Three people have gone missing in the past month. Look inside."

The door creaked open as Dean peaked in. There were two girls chained up together and a guy chained up a few feet away. The ground was littered with headless bodies. Dean clutched the door as he puked into the ground.

"Was that supposed to make me trust you! You're probably the one who kidnapped all of these people!" He covered his mouth, trying to hold down the rest of his food.

Cas pulled out his phone and quickly pulled up an old picture of a man and a woman. He turned his phone to Dean, the light illuminating Dean's face as the sun started to dip below the horizon.

"What's this supposed to mean?" Dean looked at him, angry and confused.

"These are Henry and Lucille Whitby. They died in 1764. Now look inside, at the left corner, and tell me what those heads look like."

Dean looked in again, his eyes avoiding everything except the left corner. As he looked around, he found two heads that looked scarily similar to Henry and Lucille's. "What the hell. Are those-"

"Yes. They are. Now explain to me how they could look so freshly dead if they died in 1764."

"I-I-" Dean's voice faltered and he sat down, leaning against the building. "I'm so confused right now."

"That's normal."

Dean turned to Cas. "Dude, you just told me that monsters are real that's not normal."

Cas sighed, "You can't tell anyone, ok. Anyone at all."

It was obvious Dean wasnt happy about this, but he didn't look up to arguing. "So is this what you do? You hunt monsters? Is this why you never talk to anyone, your thinking about... monster hunting?"

Cas shook his head. "No, I just don't like anyone at our school."

"...oh."

"But it is why I didn't care that you wanted to fight. I could win very easily."

Dean nodded. He still believed he could win, but Cas had a big machete next to him, he knew it wasn't the time to argue. "I wanna be a monster hunter."

There was a quiet pause between Cas and Dean before Cas burst out laughing. "You almost cried when you saw me walk out of this building. You have no balls, stay in your lane, football star."

Dean didn't know what response he was expecting, but this definitely wasn't one of them. He frowned at Cas. Just because this guy was a hero didn't make it ok to talk to him like that. "Then I'll tell everyone about how you killed all these people."

Cas paused, staring at Dean. "You're such an awful person, you dont even want to be a hunter. You just want to be seen as a hero."

Dean got up, grabbed his bag, and kicked the machete away from Cas. "I'll give you until tomorrow to decide if you want to help me or not. See you at school. Bitch."

Dean walked off as Cas stared at him. He knew whichever choice he chose, he was majorly screwed. Damnit Dean.

Hey, I just wanted to clear up some confusion. I chose Shurley as Cas' last name because I took it from Chuck's last name. I know the common one to use is Novak but I prefer to use Shurley. Also, Son of Sam is a serial killer, not Sam's actual son. Probably should've thought the serial killer I used through a bit more. Anyway, thanks for reading!