The World of a Tristar

7

After a week

we went on a hunt, cas and gabe in the back sit

"Hey we there yet" gabe asked dean well tapping his head.

"No,now stop asking, you have asked for the 7th time in the past 10 mins please stop" Dean said rolling his eyes.  "Ooo someone is testy today" Gabriel said giving dean and smug face. Sam looked over to him from his seat, giving him a #32 bitch face. "Gabriel, I get your buddy buddy with my brother but I am going to sho-" dean started but sam cut him off "holy fuck, let's just play the quite game". Dean and San held each other stares untill dean broke it and agreed with Sam. Gabriel not cuddling into the back happening that he has done his use of getting onto dean nevers. After another hour we got to the motel. Dean went into the motel to get 2 rooms,  yes cas doesn't need to sleep all that much but Gabriel definitely did since his grace was still not at 100%. They spilt up the rooms with sam and Gabriel, dean and cas. Dean when doing this did not think about his baby brother being with the asshat angel just being able to spread time to see cas walk out side of the shower in a totle because he forgot to get his clothes..... not that dean was hoping but he thought it would happy. Once he said the room armaments he then realized his own mistakes. He tryed to change it but, then garble ask the once question he did not want to answer. Yes he didn't have to tell them and he would not but he got flustered by the questions the moment Gabriel asked it. After sam saw his discomfort he just grabbed Gabe's hand and walked to there room not wanted to hear what ever did would try to say. The bedside clock read 1:36 when Dean was jolted awake. Someone was pounding on his motel room door. He blinked rapidly, trying to steady himself and momentarily forgetting where he was. His legs were tangled in the sheets, the blanket a useless downy heap on the floor. The hunter struggled to push himself off the bed, acutely aware of the fact that whoever was on the other side of the door really wanted to come in. Sliding his gun from under the pillow, Dean stood with some difficulty and tiptoed to the window. He pulled back the blinds ever so slightly to see who was outside. In less than a second he had unbolted the chain, flipped the lock vertical and pulled the door open. Cas swayed on the doorstep, trench-coat filthy and covered in what Dean hoped wasn't his own blood. "Hello Dean" he croaked, and promptly fell face first into the room.

"Woah woah woah hey what happened, man?" Dean hissed, grabbing the ex-angel's shoulders before he hit the floor and looking around for a place for Cas to sit. The only viable furniture in the room was a rickety wooden chair and and the lumpy queen bed. Dean maneuvered him towards the latter, propped him up against the headboard and turned to close the door. He tripped over the blanket on the floor, smacked his elbow on the top of the chair and swore loudly, recovering himself by grabbing onto the doorframe.      "Cas? What happened?" he asked his dazed friend, pushing the door shut with a quiet click and bolting it.      "Vampire," Cas grunted, then coughed. Some blood came up. He wiped his hand across his mouth and then looked at the bloody smear in complete confusion. Dean flipped the lights on, rubbing his elbow. He gave Cas a once-over. He was bleeding heavily from a gash in his right side.       "You look like crap," the hunter observed. "Thank you.

" came the gravelly reply, along with a surly glare and the faintest hint of a pout. Dean smiled, despite the situation. "Okay, hang on a second. I have a first aid kit in the bathroom. You wanna get that coat off?" he asked, gesturing vaguely towards his friend. Cas started to wriggle out of the disgusting trench-coat as Dean disappeared into the bathroom. He dug through his toiletry bag, silently thanking Sam for making him overpack despite the fact that it had just been a simple salt-and-burn.      "Can you get your shirt off?" he called over his shoulder. "I don't think so. It seems to be stuck," came the reply. Dean sighed.

"Awesome," he muttered. "Well, I don't have scissors so I have to go out to the car and get a knife." He stalked out of the bathroom and dumped the first aid kit onto the bed. "Just, uh...stay here, I guess," he said, "dean I can't stand, where would I go"cas stated giving dean a confused face. Dean almost said something back but just thought that he better not, once shoving his feet into waiting boots. He unlocked the door again and stepped out onto the concrete, glancing back once over his shoulder. Cas had his eyes closed and his head leaning against the pillows. The hunter shut the door as quietly as possible, tiptoed down the metal steps to the Impala, and popped the trunk.  He was full of questions. Dean thought that it's not the time