..::Chapter One::..

I do not own the Supernatural show or characters this is for my and maybe your enjoyment. This is a Destiel fanfic so if you don't like don't read. This would be around season 6 or 7. I know SPOILER Bobby dies but I liked him so he is in this. This to me should of somehow happened randomly (I wish). This fanfic switches often from the time period meaning weeks/months ago or after, every chapter will be before or after. Trust me at first you are like what? And where? And why? But trust me a lot will happen if you simply read on...

...::~Chapter One, Slight Brother Talk~::...

Dean and Sam were off on a suspicious job, along with Bobby's phone calls every now and then. Dean and Sam were at an annual rusty, run down motel, lucky they didn't get the annual "gay parade" motel. Sam was on his lap top searching the freak deaths in this small town they were in. Dean was laying on one of the twin beds. He thought only of Castiel, he could remember why though he thought not to think about it.

"Found any other deaths in this town," Dean said with a break to the silence. "Yes a journalist named Emily Pakstard, a ranger named Robin Scott, and a young girl, who I guess helps her brother with tours, named Sarah Scott. All were camping then later on through the week a hiker found their blood, everywhere at their campsite. No bodies," Sam replied skimming his laptop. Dean sighed. "Sounds like many things," the older brother sounded pissed. He sat up on the bed, grabbed his beer, took a sip, and put it back on the nightstand. "Well I thought it was a werewolf now I think we're back to the wendigo business," Sam answered reminding Dean about the last one. "I remember he last one, you almost died," Dean worried. Dean got up from the bed and moved behind Sam. He placed his hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam looked sort of up at Dean, obviously because Dean was shorter. "Don't worry, Dean, if it is a wendigo and something bad happens then you or me, mostly you, can call Cas," Sam got up from his chair ready to take Dean's hand from his shoulder but he enjoyed his brother's comfort. "Don't talk about Cas," Dean said putting his arm down slowly. "He hasn't zapped to my calls since, " Dean paused. Sam looked questioned at Dean's pause. "Since," Sam questioned him concerned. Dean felt his face flush with embarrassment. " I don't want to talk about it," Dean turned from his younger brother's gaze. "Dean, if this is about you showing Cas porn because I understand the fact you needed to describe to him a boner," before Sam could finish his little "talk" Dean interrupted him, "Let's go to the Scott's house, shall we?"

Sam and Dean were wearing their detective apparel and ready to flip out their FBI, fake badges for the interview with Debbie, the victims Sarah and Robin's mother. Sam was quiet in the Impala, Dean's loud music would interrupt any of Sam's words anyway. Dean pulled his Impala over to an old cream colored house. "This is it, 70 Rhody Ave, Forks, WA," Dean said looking at Sam's writing on a little piece of paper. He put it in his pocket and went up to the door. They got out of the car and went up to the house. Dean-frustrated at the fact he knew Sam -was thinking about Dean's pause and change of subject though he got them on a good case- rang the door bell. An older woman answered," I believe I have not told the public yet about the house being sold but let me go get my papers," Sam stopped her by showing her his badge. She sighed, Dean noticed tears form in her tired eyes. "Look m'am we understand you have told the cops about the deaths of Sarah and Robin, but the FBI would like to know, too," Dean said with sorrow and the questioning thought on remembering the dead kids' names. The old lady let them in, even if Sam knew it was maybe a wendigo he thought they should of checked it out.

...::~After Interview~::...

After the interview, they got back to the hotel. Sam was clarified for sure it is a wendigo. Dean was on the same twin bed as before, laying there again thinking of Castiel. Sam got up from his lunch, a salad, and walked over to Dean. He patted Dean on the belly then oddly Dean swatted at him. "You okay," Sam asked looking straight into Dean's dark, green eyes. "I'm fine don't worry 'bout me," Dean groaned as he closed his eyes breaking Sam's stare. "Sure, so what had happened that made you so silent about Cas," Sam bugged him. Dean looked over at Sam, scooting to the edge of the other bed he is sitting on, he made sure their faces were close, too close to make Dean uncomfortable. Dean pleading his mind not to say or think about it but he had to tell Sam, especially Sam's cute, brown puppy dog eyes. Dean let a low growl come from his throat. "I will tell you but trust me, Sammy you will regret it," Dean said getting up to sit on his bed across from Sam, in the process knocking heads with Sam. Dean began,"Okay a couple weeks ago..."