C'est la mort

Prologue

Note: (I own nothing. Supernatural belongs to the CW and was created by Eric Kripke. This is for entertainment purposes only).   WARNING: (My spelling sucks)     Sam and Dean had yet again gone their separate ways. It never lasted, but that didn't make it any less painful each time. They were in a small town in North Carolina hunting a Djinn, both still on the job but doing things differently from each other. They’d been down this road a lot. Dean figured it was just a matter of time before they kissed and made up, so to speak. It wasn't his fault that they needed some time to get away from one another. It wasn't even Sam’s fault. It was just the stress of the road, he told himself. After the Djinn was taken care of, Dean Winchester felt it best to move onto the next hunt as soon as he found one. He was sitting in the Impala reading various newspapers and using Sam’s laptop for research. Sam had lent it to him before they separated, saying that Dean needed it more, considering the fact that Sam wasn't afraid he’d spontaneously com bust if he set foot in a library. As Dean searched for crap relating to more crap, he heard the familiar  sound of unseen wings fluttering, and there was Castiel. Dean jumped. “Hello, Dean.” Said Castiel from the passenger’s side. Dean sighed, clearly agitated. Dean’s silence was Castiel’s cue. “I need your help.” “Get right to the point, will ya’.” Muttered Dean sarcastically, mostly to himself. Castiel only cocked his head to one side in his fundamental expression of bewilderment. Dean didn't bother to look at him, but instead kept himself engrossed in his work, making a point of being too busy for whatever it was that Cas wanted. “Dean, I-” “Oh, jackpot.” Said Dean pointedly, and turned the laptop at an angle so that Castiel could see. “It sounds like the work of a Demon to me.” Said Cas as he read over the information. “Yeah, I’m in agreement with you there. But hey, where there’s one, there’s many, right?” Castiel said nothing, but Dean didn't expect him to. “I could use another set of hands on this one, Cas. You wanna pitch in?” Castiel nodded. “I suppose.” Dean closed the laptop, and said with his regular half genuine, half forced smile, “Awesome.”

Whatever Cas needed help with could wait, Dean told himself. It was something of little import. Cas mentioned something about being in a park and being persuaded by some random woman to read various different novels. Dean left it at that. He was glad for the hunt, an opportunity to get out of the same small town he’d been stuck in for almost a month now. As the duo drove down a mostly deserted highway other than a few cars passing their own here and there, Dean said, “It’s good to be back on the road.” Cas nodded absently, as if he even knew what the hell Dean was talking about. Dean figured he must have noticed that Sam wasn't with them, but after so many break ups, Cas probably just stopped wondering. There were reports of apparent demonic possession in a town in Connecticut. It was a ways to go, but nothing more than usual. As Dean found out, Cas was rather inpatient. That was nothing new either, though. Every time Dean stopped to use the bathroom, Castiel complained about how much faster it would have been if Dean would just get over himself and let him zap them to their destination. Dean was grateful it was the summer time. If they were to go to Connecticut in the winter, then Dean would have to stock up on warm clothes before hand, which he didn't do.

They stayed at a crappy motel two states over, and Dean was so tired that he couldn't see straight as he trudged around the small space, removing his boots and his jacket. Cas stood in the center of the room, looking slightly puzzled. Dean flopped down onto the stiff mattress with a heavy sigh. “What’s wrong, Cas?” Dean asked, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. “Nothing.” He replied as he took a seat on the unattractive off green carpet. “What are you doing?” Said Dean as he sat back up on his bed. “Sitting.” “Yeah, thanks genius. Look, I hope you’re not planning on hanging around here.” “I thought-” “I mean in this room.” Interrupted Dean. “Where else am I to go?” Wondered Cas. “I don’t know! Wander around the Earth doing stuff that it is you angels do.” “But-” “Okay. I’m too tired to argue with you. You can stay, but don’t watch me sleep.” Castiel nodded like he was taking orders from one of his superiors. “Okay.”