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Casty's Fault (Sam)

please note that this chapter gets a little bloody. I did reign it in a lot, so it's not insane or anything, but it still uses a bit of graphic language ect. please know your limits and please be safe. I love you all. fyi, you'll have to pretend this average hunt is going on during Cas's human! stage. and no, there's no duplicate demon killing blade, but in this one you and Dean both have your own. just imagine, alright kiddos?

Out of every aspect of hunting, your least favorite had to be the blood spatter. Specifically, when it sprayed in your face or when it was from the carotid artery and would downright spew everywhere. It was absolutely gross and gruesome. You hate the blood-in-your-face part much more than Dean hates the research part, which says a lot.

And right now, you weren't feeling the love. Demon after demon would come towards you and Dean, and without your boyfriend to back you up like usual, it was growing more and more trying as you had to grow more and more ruthless with your kills.

Finding yourself creepily sort of caught up in the methodical act of searching rooms, stabbing, and pushing forward, you let your mind wander. With Dean taking the lead on this one, you knew letting your guard down wouldn't hurt you too much, as a gang of demons was barely up there on the list. Not that you could really stop yourself no matter how safe you might've been - you missed Sam.

He was on bedrest at the bunker with Cas, having suffered a painful leg injury recently that meant he couldn't join you on hunts or even travel together, seeing as walking was already out of the picture. Even prior to the injury he sometimes had trouble comfortably stuffing his long legs into the impala, so with a knee that could barely bend without making him scream out, it was obvious he needed to hang back with Cas watching over him. Everyone knew it was for the best.

But not one of you liked the situation. Currently human Cas was uncomfortable watching over Sam despite your frequent calls with detailed directions on his medications and whatnot, you and Dean both quietly loathed not having him by your side, and Sam was nothing but frustrated to be stuck in his bed without you two.

You were pulled back into the moment when you and Dean stumbled across a room chock full of demons. There were five, maybe six burly bearded men with the expected black eyes in the small dingy room, looking at you with snarls, sneers, and weapons raised.

"Aw, were you waiting on us, boys? Hope we didn't miss the party," you retort, a little too into trash talk, despite only thinking of the cool things after the kill when it was useless. But why not have a little fun before you get soaked in your enemy's blood, right? No time like the present.

Two fighting six would typically not be what one would call good odds, but when it was two hunters like yourselves fighting newbie demons like these, your chances weren't looking nearly as slim. Slashing, kicking, punching, stabbing, flashes of orange light, grunting - it's all happening in under a second. In the frenzy, you strike three final blows, and hold the last one in place with a head grip from behind as Dean does the honors. When it ends, your chest heaves and you angrily wipe blood off your cheek, unsure if it's from one of the demons or a cut from one of their blades.

"Goddammit. Every fuckin time," you curse under your breath, fairly certain all you managed to do was smear the blood. Dean shot you a look that made you absolutely positive that you had smudged your face completely with red, and you both take a minute to stay in the room of dead bodies to relax. Dean pats down the corpses for any useful extra weapons and you continue to work on removing blood, now half dried, from your forehead.

A ringing from your back pocket shocks both you and Dean, each reaching for your weapons before hearing the sound for what it really was. You were getting a phone call. Pulling out your phone, you smile giddily at the screen. You wave it at Dean and mouth 'Sam,' he nods and grins back.