For Dean - A Hunt

[godless_son]

Castiel is very, very glad that his students have returned.

He suspects that Dean may be more glad.

Of all the disturbing things Darrow tends to throw their way, for him at least, this has been the worst. He'd heard the city had been abandoned in the beginning but to see how easily thousands of people could be stolen away only drove home the idea that Dean could go just as easily. He could wake up to an empty bed in an empty house and only one real way of finding him, one that he'd certainly never discuss with Dean or anyone else. Heaven can really only be accessed one way when one is stuck as he is and it isn't something he'd do lightly. Being left behind, however, is not an option.

As such he's been a little...clingy. Concerned is what he'd say but Dean has insisted on calling it 'clingy'. If it is clingy to insist on updates on Dean's whereabouts twice daily under such circumstance and if it is clingy to insist on joining him on tonight's hunt when no other partner is available, then so be it. He'd agreed to meet him outside the bar immediately after his weekly night class, flying directly to the dark alleyway. It is colder than he'd like it to be, considering Dean's relatively fragile human state and there is a strong chance of sleet, tonight. Perhaps the city will be quiet.

Perhaps he ought to have changed out of his tweed blazer and slacks, as well.

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[godless_son]

"Well, I am an angel of the Lord and could probably take this entire nest out with little to no effort were I fully powered up so I figure at 75% strength I could easily manage the first kill," he murmurs, staring up at the sky for a moment as he tries to ascertain the likeliness of snow.

"But you seem to want to be the more dominant hunting partner, tonight, and our marriage is built on compromise so I am offering you the first kill," he finishes, fixing Dean with a little smile.

[always_enduphere]

"Is it really worth bragging about if it's easy?" asks Dean conversationally, testing the sharpness of his machete against his arm hairs. "I mean if you can just snap your fingers and it's done, it's not really a skill, is it? It's more like...a chore. Like doing the dishes or taking out the trash."

[godless_son]

"It is not quite as easy as it once was," he admits, reaching out to rest a hand on Dean's shoulder, leaning in hopefully for a kiss.

"I will follow your lead. You are the more regular hunter, now, between the two of us. But I reserve the right to forcefully remove the spine of any creature that dares to harm you."

[always_enduphere]

"None of 'em will get close enough," says Dean, relenting as he turns his head, meeting Castiel's mouth for a brief kiss. He slows just enough to meet Castiel's eyes and cocks a grin. "We both know you'll zap them before they get within a few feet."

[godless_son]

"Not unless they seem to pose a very real and immediate threat," he promises, pulling back to readjust the grip on his blade and nod down the dark alleyway. "I can sense them around a half mile away, in that direction. That seems to be as specific as I can manage. I now defer to your more than capable leadership. Please lead the way."

[always_enduphere]

"Good," says Dean, setting off in the direction Cas has indicated. He's been spoiling for a fight for more than a week, the disappearance of Darrow's populace an uncomfortable itch with no way to scratch, and he needs to draw blood tonight.

"Vamps," he says as they walk. He's borne a particular grudge against them for a few years now. "Was that really the first thing you happened to spot, or did you seek them out?"

[godless_son]

"They were the first thing I sensed but it was not that long ago a vampire nearly ripped your throat out right in front of me," Castiel growls, all too familiar with the sight and sensation of Dean's blood staining his hands.

"While I may have my reasons to avoid hunting on a regular basis, I am more than happy to help you rid Darrow of a few more of these particular monsters."

In truth, Castiel is more than happy to lay waste to any creature that would dare touch Dean, but he knows that particular rage is best left largely untouched.

[always_enduphere]

Dean casts a sideways glance at him, grabbing a handful of vest to slow Castiel to a halt. "Hey," he says, tugging Cas into the dark of an alley. "Don't get caught up in it, okay?"

He leans in and kisses him, intent at first at redirecting Castiel's tension, but then he gets into it, a little breathless by the time he pulls back. "Kick ass, raise hell," says Dean, licking his lips. "Let's keep it fun."

[godless_son]

Castiel nods against Dean's forehead, free hand clenching at his waist as he takes a deep breath. He does not think he will ever fully understand the way Dean enjoys the hunt but he does understand that his own reaction tends to swing to far in the other direction.

"My apologies," he murmurs, trying to smile before leaning in for another kiss. "Perhaps you ought to do that again when we are done, tonight. As much as I hate seeing you in danger, I very much like seeing you be so capable."