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Monster Of The Week

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“Look. Rowena’s gonna come and take care of you, Cas and I are going to Oregon to hunt that monster of the week, end of story!” Dean took a swig of his beer and watched Sam frown.

“Dean, I don’t need Rowena…”

Dean shook his head. “Sam, you need someone to help out. It’s your own damn fault you broke your leg, so stop. Quit being a bitch.”

Sam sighed deeply. He knew he couldn’t go along, he knew he needed help, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

Dean tipped back the beer and finished it. He put it on Sam’s nightstand and stood up. 

“Okay! Good talk. I’m gonna go pack and find Cas. We’ll leave as soon as Rowena gets here.” 

He walked to the door, then turned. “And keep your phone on in case we need some research done.”

Sam sighed again, and idly scratched his leg above the cast.


Cas had just put his bag down on the map table when the door opened and Rowena came in. Dean walked out of the kitchen.

“Hello boys. Your Florence Nightingale is here.”

Dean chuckled. “Sam’s in his room, sulking. Thanks for coming, Rowena.”

Rowena walked down the stairs and up to Cas. “Hello sweetie.”

Cas nodded. “Rowena.”

Dean clapped him on the shoulder. “We’re burning daylight. Let’s go.”

Cas smiled at him, turned to Rowena and said, “Good bye. I hope Sam isn’t too much of a problem.”

Rowena laughed. “He won’t be. Be careful, you two.”

Cas followed Dean to the car. He started to get in the front.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing? You sit in the back.”

Cas tilted his head. “But Sam is not here… I thought…”

Dean laughed. “I’m just yanking your chain. Get in.”

Cas sighed and got in. 


Cas looked at the reference papers Sam had put together for them. Dean was blasting
Led Zeppelin and singing along. Cas leaned over and turned down the volume.

“Dean, how long will it take to get there?”

Dean glanced at him and back at the road. “Close to thirty hours. I figure we can stop for the night somewhere in Wyoming or Idaho.”

Cas looked at maps on his phone. “Probably Evanston Wyoming would be our best bet. There’s a Prairie Inn that looks like it would be adequate.”

“Sounds good to me. So, Sam thinks it’s a qalupalik. I never heard of one before.”

Cas shook his head. “Neither have I. But it seems to fit the eyewitness accounts.”

Dean sighed. “Wish we knew how to kill it.”

Cas looked at him. “I guess we’ll just have to figure that out.”

They stopped for gas and Dean grabbed some road food. Cas looked in the bag with a frown.

“You’re lucky you haven’t had a heart attack, eating this stuff. And if you did, I couldn’t do anything…”

Cas trailed off. He’d lost the ability to heal when his grace began to drain. He’d considered going back to heaven when he found out that there were just a handful of angels left, but he couldn’t leave Dean. His reasons were his own, and he kept a tight rein on them, but the fact was, he couldn’t leave Dean no matter what.

Dean grabbed a bag of skittles out of the bag, opened them with his teeth and poured some in his mouth. 

“Look, Cas, I know you feel bad about not being able to heal Sam’s leg, but it was his own fault. And we both understand that your grace is about gone. Forget about it.”

Cas nodded, but didn’t say anything.


They pulled into the Prairie Inn a little after seven that evening. Dean went and got them a room, and after he and Cas had carried their bags in and threw them on the beds, Dean suggested getting dinner. Cas looked on his phone and found a place called Jody’s Diner. They looked over the menu and then Dean called for take out. He got a ribeye steak and Cas chose the chicken fried steak, even though he probably wouldn’t eat it.

Dean left to pick up the food, so Cas took a quick shower. He was just coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist when Dean walked in. Dean looked at him, then put the bags of food down and went into the bathroom.

Cas pulled on sweats and a t shirt. He got out the food and sat on the bed with a sigh.


Dean walked in with the food, and saw Cas wearing just a towel, his hair wet. He had to get out of the room, so he went into the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, and stood there, willing his half-hard dick to relax.

He knew he was in trouble the second Sam had broken his leg. He was going to have to go on hunts alone with Cas. 

He’d been in love with Cas for as long as he could remember. Probably since the barn. He’d had feelings and they only got deeper, more intense. Every time Cas had fucked up, every time he disappeared, Dean told himself to just forget it, let his feelings go. 

But then Cas would return, try to make up for whatever he’d done, and Dean was just as much in love with him as ever. There was no future to it, Cas was a frigging angel . Even as his grace drained away, it didn’t change the fact that Cas was not human. Cas was a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent, for fuck’s sake. Far too good for any human, let alone someone as damaged as Dean. 

His dick was soft again, so he took a deep breath and walked back into the room. Cas was sitting on the bed, staring at his food. Dean walked to the table, sat and started eating.

“So, we need to get some sleep. Gotta get on the road early.”

Cas nodded. He picked at his food, then got up and put it on the table. He walked back to the bed and laid down.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Dean. Sleep well.”

Cas turned over, his back to Dean. Dean sighed and ate his steak. When he was done, he went and took a long shower and went to sleep.


The next morning, they got some breakfast at Jody’s and started towards Oregon. Cas was quiet, so Dean turned on some music and sang along. He knew Cas was bothered by his fading grace. He was relieved when Cas chose them over heaven, but he knew it was hard for Cas. Cas always wanted to fix everything, and when he found out heaven was losing power, his first thought was to try and help.

But when he thought it through, the only way he could do any good in heaven was to permanently stay there. And he chose Sam and Dean, a fact that Dean was going to be eternally grateful for.

He couldn’t live with the thought of never seeing Cas again.

He turned his thoughts to the monster that was killing people in Oregon.