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Are you sure that's why you're turning down sex with an attractive lady, Dean? It seems to me that you have someone else in mind.

You’re right, I do have someone else in mind but since you wasted your time trying to get my attention I’ll let you know that Sammy happens to need some sexy time. He’s been a bit grumpy lately, maybe you could help him get the stick out of his ass?

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Are you into red heads? Because I happen to know one who would fancy spending a night or two with you.

That’s cute, how you just offer yourself up to me. It’s possible that I find red heads attractive but I’m going to have to turn down that offer; I’m busy on a job at the moment and I can’t allow myself to get distracted.

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You really care about him, don't you?

Of course, Sammy and I both care about Cas. We’ve been through a lot together so it’s basically impossible not to care about him. He’s like family to me; I don’t know what I would do if I lost him.

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Have you heard from Cas lately?

Nah, I haven’t. I’ve been praying to him and so has Sammy but he’s not answering. To tell you the truth, I’m starting to get a bit worried about him. I know he can take care of himself but damn…is it really that difficult to let me us know he’s okay?

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Castiel stared at Dean after he told him what he could do; he could tell what he had just admitted was a big deal so he didn’t want to say the wrong thing. “Just be here,” he repeated, nodding, “I can do that,” he told him, taking a step forward, “If that’s what you want me to do.”

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Dean let out a sigh of relief, he had been afraid that his friend would say he couldn't stay; that he had some sort of important angel business to attend to. "Alright, good," he gave the angel a half smile, "You'll be way better company than Sammy. He falls asleep on me all the time," he told him, trying his best to make a joke.

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Castiel continued to stare at Dean after he explained, trying to process what he had said, trying his best to understand. “I,” he shook his head, trying to find the right words, “What can I do?” he asked, needing to know how he could help. If he couldn’t heal Dean then what could he do? There had to be a way he could help, he couldn’t possibly be useless. Maybe he could do as he did for Sam. He would do what ever he could to help his friend; he just needed to know what it was he could do.

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Dean was shocked by the desperation in the angel's voice when he asked what he could do. He opened his mouth to answer but quickly closed it when he realized he didn't know the answer himself. He frowned as he thought about it. He realized that Sam must have thought Cas could help otherwise he wouldn't have contacted him. He stared at Cas knowing that he wanted an answer, "Just be here," he told him, shrugging helplessly, "That's what you can do, that's what I need you to do."

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“I can heal you,” Cas reminded him, he figured his friend must have some how forgotten that he had the power to heal humans, “Just tell me what needs to be fixed so you can sleep again,” he was still confused, he didn’t understand what kind of damage Dean was talking about.

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Dean frowned and looked down at the ground, "You don't understand, this isn't something you can fix. You can't heal me; you may be able to heal a broken bone or even cure someone from cancer but you can't make these thoughts go away," he explained, hoping that would be enough for Cas to understand. He was so going to yell at Sam for contacting Cas about this. What was his brother thinking? He should've known that Cas couldn't help him with this problem. He should've known that it would be difficult for the angel to even understand what was wrong.

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“I apologize, I was informed that this was some sort of emergency,” he explained, still staring at Dean as if he would suddenly realize why Sam seemed so worried about his brother when he was praying to him. “Sam is worried about you but I can’t seem to figure out why.” he straightened his head again, “Something does seem a bit off,” he was trying his best to figure out what was wrong so that he could heal his friend. “Have you been feeling alright, Dean?” he asked, just to make sure.

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Dean wasn't at all surprised that his brother had gone as far as contacting Cas about what had been going on lately. He had told Sam that he would be fine and even agreed to take a couple weeks off from hunting just to make his brother feel better. "I've been having some sleeping problems lately," he explained, shrugging as if it was no big deal, "Let's just say purgatory caused a bit of damage," he caught a look of worry on his friend's face and quickly reassured him, "But I'm fine, I'm just going through a bit of a rough patch. It's nothing some alcohol and a short break from hunting cant fix."

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Castiel had just finished healing an infant from an illness doctors had looked over when he heard Sam Winchester’s prayers. Sam had simply informed him that his brother was sick and needed him. He assumed that meant Dean had gotten roughed up a bit during one of their cases and needed to be healed. With out a second thought he went straight to Dean. He appeared in the hotel room and spotted his friend who was laying in bed and switching through the channels on the television.

He cleared his throat to get his attention, “Dean,” he greeted, “You don’t appear to be sick or injured,” he told him, cocking his head to the side in confusion as he stared at Dean who looked perfectly normal and not at all ill.

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Dean jumped a bit at the sound of his friend's voice, "Dammit, Cas how many times do I have to tell you to stop randomly appearing?" he asked, standing up from the bed to make things less awkward, "What if I was indecent?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and cocking his head just a bit to the side but not as drastically as Cas.

He crossed his arms, "Maybe because I'm not sick or injured?" he informed him, "What made you think I was sick? Did Sam prank call you?" he asked, grinning a bit at the idea of Sam prank calling Castiel.

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Vamp Nest || Dean & Stiles

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Stiles stood in the middle of the kitchen glancing around anxiously at the very few things that were in the room. A fridge that looked like it hadn’t been used in centuries, a mop and bucket, a small table for two with only one chair that looked like it had been put together wrong. He snorted as he began to wonder if the person who put it together thought the left over screws were just extras. He rocked back on his heels as he tried to decide how serious Dean was about him not moving. He could move to the other side of the room couldn’t he? He decided moving to the chair would be for the greater good because it would give his feet a break so they wouldn’t be sore if he had to run for his life. He quickly stumbled over to the chair and slowly sat down onto the wood praying to god that the thing didn’t break as soon as his butt touched it. He let out a sigh of relief when he had been sitting on it for a whole thirty seconds with out falling to the floor.

He glanced at the watch on his wrist and began to worry that something had happened to Dean when he was on his way to help him out of this mess he had gotten himself into. He scratched at his head as he stared at the open door way that led out of the kitchen. He knew Dean wouldn’t leave with out him no matter how bad things got. He was just about to pull his phone out of his pocket and send another frantic text when his eyes landed on the familiar face. He grinned, glad to see Dean after almost having a panic attack while he waited for him to arrive.

“Took you long enough!” he grunted as he stood up, pushing the chair back towards the table, and walked towards Dean who was motioning for him to quickly follow. His eyes widened when Dean informed him of how many vamps were left to kill, “You’ll take care of them, right?” Stiles asked as he felt a hand patting him on the back reassuringly, “Like you said, I’m not ready for this yet. I should have stayed in the car.” he knew he sounded ridiculous but he didn’t really care because he felt like he was seven years old again and his parents were forcing him to start telling the waiter at the restaurant his order.

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Dean chuckled at the kid's nervousness, "No, no," he told him, "You're right, you need to learn how to hunt. We'll take care of them together." he informed the boy as he took his Machete back out of his jacket. He pushed the door open to the room that the vampires were obviously in. He grinned at the three of them, one was holding a human girl in front of them, "Now, you have two options." he told them, swinging his arm to his side so the Machete was pointing towards the ground.

He glanced over towards Stiles who seemed to be fighting his nerves at least a bit better than he was in the hallway. "Let the girl go and we'll leave," he glanced back over at them, praying that Stiles understood that he was only lying and didn't make a scene. "Or keep the girl and you'll be headless just like your two guards."

He chanced a glance at Stiles who was biting his lip and staring straight at the human girl. "If they agree, take her and go back to the car." he whispered just loud enough for him to hear. He was only trying to get Stiles riled up in the hallway. He knew he wasn't actually ready to take three vampires on. The kid was decent with a weapon in his hand but he needed at least a few more lessons before Dean would risk allowing him to fight more than one monster at a time.

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Vamp Nest || Dean & Stiles

Dean opened the trunk of his car and grabbed everything that would be helpful against vampires; his Machete, dead man's blood, and a few other various weapons that he kept on him in case of an emergency. He let out a sigh as he shut the trunk and glanced towards the building that five vamps had decided to make a nest in; he thought they could have picked a nicer house but he understood that they probably thought the chances of them being noticed would be lower if they stayed in a ran down house.

He grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and quickly sent a text to Stiles to let him know he was heading in. "What am I going to do with this kid?" he asked himself, shaking his head as he started to walk towards the vamp nest.

Once he reached the front door he pulled his Machete out of his jacket. The vamps already knew he was there; they probably smelt him awhile ago but were just waiting for him to make the first move. He pushed the unlocked door open with one swift movement and instantly made eye contact with one of the guards Stiles had mentioned. He smiled at the vamp - a woman who looked like she was turned in her young twenties - and took a step forward into the house. She was in front of him before he could even get near her but he had hunted way too many vampires to be surprised by their speed. He swung the machete straight at the neck of the female vampire and it cut her head right off. It didn't take long before the other vampire appeared in front of him as well - a male this time - and he swung the machete right away on reflex. He glanced at the two heads once before moving as fast as he could towards where he was hoping the kitchen would be.

He let out a sigh of relief when he spotted an old fridge in one of the door ways. He slipped into the room and spotted Stiles right away. The kid was sitting on an old wooden chair that looked like it would fall apart any second causing him to tumble onto the ground. He raised an eyebrow when Stiles looked over at him and motioned for the kid to get up and follow him so they could take care of the vamps and get out.

"Two down, three more to go." he informed Stiles as the two of them walked out of the kitchen. He gave the kid a pat on the back as they headed towards the other three vamps. He was glad the idiot was okay; he wasn't sure what he would have done if Stiles had gotten hurt or killed while he was in the house by himself.

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