Enough (Lorie)

[Kitten]

Dean Winchester kept his gaze firmly ahead as he pulled the impala into their usual hiding spot behind the bunker. They couldn't just leave the vehicle out in the open where anyone could wander by and have the vehicle towed or start poking around the place just as the Hunter's were leaving and expose their hiding spot. The brunette jerked the car into park and flung his door open, grabbing his bag out of the back and slamming it shut. He patted the trunk briefly in apology, it wasn't Baby's fault that he'd just been on a grueling week long hunt with Sam "Stumbles into everything and drops shit for no reason".

Of course if he wasn't so eaten up with anger, and determined not to speak to the other until he got some kind of appropriate apology for being left to rot in Purgatory, he might have taken the time to ask about the dark circles under his eyes, his sunken face, or the fact that his hands shook too much to hold onto anything for long. But Dean didn't want to do that, right now he wanted to take a scalding shower and drown himself in cheap liquor until he could look his brother in the eyes without feeling hurt, or pissed, or worried out of his mind.

It was always witches, the man mused as he headed to the front door of the bunker. He hated witches and their creepy spells and gross ingredients. Throw a couple of kids who mysteriously started bleeding to death into the mix and it was a wonderful cocktail of suck. His bag was heavy on what had to be a dislocated shoulder, but the myriad of bruises and possible broken ribs were nothing compared to the sight of almost a dozen tiny bodies dead on the floor of that dusty basement.

The hunter forced himself to think of anything else as he opened the door to the bunker and shuffled inside, focusing on showering, maybe eating, and then drinking himself to sleep.

[Lorie]

The hunt had been bad all on its own but Sam felt he had made matters worse simply by existing. He did just leave Dean and Cas in Purgatory which had been the catalyst for his and his brother's current fight. Never mind the younger Winchester had had a full on breakdown and was suicidal when he 'took the year off' with a woman he just barely liked. Combing fingers through dark hair Sam gave a labored breath in answer to Dean's, now constant, glare. What he had done before this awful bloody hunt had weakend Sam significantly.

The prophet Kevin Tran had found a way to shut the gates of hell for good in the scratches on the demon tablet, a set of trials one must perform, and Sam had decided to take these trials on to prove to his big brother that Dean is still the most important person in the world to him. Little did the taller man realize that he would suffer greatly for taking on the task. His body ached with every breath after gutting that hell hound. Even with the severe pain coursing through his body Sam went to fight the witches along side Dean. If only to keep his big brother from figuring out the length he was going to in order to repair the rift that had spread into a chasm between them. Also because the last thing Sam needed or wanted was Dean to bitch and moan about how Sammy was yet again abandoning the family business.

As he too exited the impala the younger man was pretty sure his wrist was spranged, if not fractured, along with the deep gash in his side and long scratch down his neck and chest but Sam knew there would be no help with his repairs tonight. If he was lucky Dean would let him fix his shoulder but since his brother hates him Sam wasn't about to hold his breath.

Miles from the bunker a man with vivid blue eyes lurched from the woods wearing a tattered trenchcoat over what looked to be hospital clothes. Blinking against the setting sun this man took in his surroundings before staggering onward. Castiel, that was his name. The dark haired man knew he had been an angel of the lord but since his trip to Purgatory and ominous return the peculiar man understood he was fully mortal. Castiel also understood he needed to find Dean Winchester. If there was a place he would be safe it was beside the man that had tried to save him from torment in the thick of the eternal forest.

[Kitten]

Dean dropped his bags in his room and headed into the bathroom, turning the shower on until the water was just a little cooler than scalding. Everything hurt so he swallowed a couple pain pills, sure that tomorrow was only going to be worse. The hot water soothed his anger, biting into the cuts on his body and making them sting as he soaped up and tried to ignore his own thoughts. He stayed in the shower until it went cold and the aching in his shoulder was too much to ignore.

The man headed into the bunkers kitchen and started to pull out the steak they were supposed to share. Part of him would be happy if he didn't see his little brother again for another year, but the other slightly more rational part hoped that Sam would come and eat with him. He might feel sick with rage every time he saw the larger man, but he felt sick with guilt knowing something was wrong and he was too much of an angry coward to take of the other the way he was supposed to.

The steak sizzled in the pan and Dean went to pour himself that cheap whiskey that he'd been thinking about. His chest felt tight and when the brunette looked down at himself he cursed to see that the clean shirt he'd put on had a big, wet spot of blood on it. He lifted it up to touch where he'd been sliced open under his pec, it wasn't bad but he'd have to stitch himself up. Too bad Castiel was MIA, a little cut like this would be nothing to the angel. That of course was just another worry to add to the Hunter's growing list.

[Lorie]

Fumbling into the library, Sam's sanctuary in the bunker's massive walls, the tall hunter settled himself down onto the nearest chair with a hiss of pain. Apparently Witchy with the claws had gotten him along the back as well as down the chest. Just perfect. No wonder first dad and now Dean can't look at him. Resting spranged wrist on the table in front of him Sam dug into his duffle bag for the medkit that should be somewhere inside. At least the larger Winchester could maybe dull the pain with pills that were probably past expiration.

Having downed four perscription grade pain killers the younger brother was trying hard to wrap his wrist one handed and failing miserable. Whole body shaking from a combination of bone deep pain thanks to the trials he had only just begun and blood lose, still being lost into the fabric of his flannel shirt, curtesy of the witches they...Dean, Sam, don't take credit for something you only messed up royally...ganked. Applying stitches was going to be a bitch.

From the corner of his eye Sam saw movement that told him Dean was out and about. Raising to stand on shaky legs the taller man crossed to the kitchen just as Dean noticed his shirt was bloody. "I could stitch that up for you." Sam offered casually. Preparing himself for a tirade the little brother held his injured arm close to his chest. Incase Dean felt like punching him. Again.

With every step Cas felt a familiarity in where he was heading. Though the angel had never been to the men or letters bunker he seemed pulled in that direction. Sharp breaths penetrated the crisp evening air as Castiel suddenly realized he had to worry about his lunges. That brought to the fore the weariness in the former angel's legs but Cas would not stop. Not until he had reached Dean.

[Kitten]

Dean turned to look at the other with narrowed eyes, but he was honestly too tired to fling nastiness at the person who was offering to help him out. "Help me push this back into place first," the green eyed man said, wiggling his throbbing arm. He looked Sam over as well, it looked like the other was still bleeding in a couple of places as well. The older brother turned to pour Sam a drink as well, holding it out as a gesture that, for now at least, the two of them didn't have to fight.

"You need to get out of those clothes and wash up before we try and stitch anything up. Pointless to try and see what's going on under there with all that blood and whatever." He flipped the steaks in the pan, avoiding the other except for the most basic stuff. There was a lot of love lost between the two of them, but even now the brunette couldn't bring himself to truly hate his brother, even when Dean was being a selfish asshole and refusing to address the obvious elephant in the room.

[Lorie]

The look of utter hatred in those green eyes hurt more than any of Sam’s injuries but the tormented soul simply told himself that he deserved the emotional pain. If not for, with no clue what had happened and no resources to aid him in figuring it out, not searching for Dean and Cas then definitely for everything he’d fuck up before hand. Crossing to his brother Sam placed his hands on Dean preparing to pop his shoulder back into place even though his own wrist throbbed as he pressed that hand to his brother’s firm chest. “Ready?” the taller man asked only to push the joint back into order half a second later.

Downing the drink poured for him in one gulp to dull to sharp pain shooting into his wrist Sam forced himself to breath. Nodding as Dean further assessed him Sam made his way slowly to out of the kitchen and to the bathroom. As delicious as the steak cooking on the stove top should have been the smell and sight only succeeded in turning his stomach. That and Dean was right, Sam needed to shower away the muck and grim of their previous hunt.

Having made it to the shower without falling, because he was leaning against the wall, Sam slowly removed his sticky damaged clothes then turned the water on not caring that it was still cold. Arm tucked up to his chest the black sheep of the Winchester family stepped under the frigid spray hissing when the water hit battered flesh like icicles. Weeks ago Sam had argued with his brother that Dean was being an ass. How was Sam supposed to even guess stabbing Dick Roman would send him and Cas to Purgatory? But the days drew out longer and Dean’s righteous anger wore the younger man down as it always had in the past. Not even reminding Dean of their agreement to cut off and try to live a happy and normal life if the other brother was gone swayed him. So Sam was left being in the wrong...again...story of his life right there.

Feet that felt like they had been pricked over and over with pins and legs that were both burning and freezing carried Castiel to a door he had never seen before but knew deep down in his heart hid the man he sought. Slumping against the metal barrier the former angel push his flaming forehead into the cool surface as a weary hand banged upon in demanding entry. Sanctuary!

[Kitten]

Dean didn't even have a chance to respond and shouted at the pain of his shoulder popping back into place, he rolled his arm and was happy to find that the pain was gone almost immediately, leaving only a dull ache behind. He put pressure to the wound under his pec and watched with narrow eyes as Sam staggered out of the room. He'd worry about that later, if the other never came out of the shower.

Placing the finished steak on a plate the older Winchester took a long time deliberating before he decided to put the other into the pan to start cooking. Feeding Sam was not a concession to his feelings, it was simply the smart thing to do if the two were going to take another shot at hunting some time in the future. Of course if he had been the kind of person who was introspective, he would have realized that simply thinking about going on another hunt with Sam meant that he was going to have to forgive him someday.

Instead he poured himself another glass of whiskey, putting it down after a sip as he was pretty sure he'd heard someone... knocking at the door to the bunker. The brunette poked his head out of the kitchen, gun at his side with the safety off in an instant. He very briefly considered calling Sam to help him out, but in his current state the big man would probably just get in the way.

The Hunter slowly made his way into the big room at the front of the bunker, scanning for traps or something to give him a clue about who could be outside. He took slow, measured steps up the spiraling staircase and pressed against the metal door trying to hear something from the other side, like growling or a menacing hum, anything to give him an idea of what he was getting into. Finally the man swung the heavy door open and pointed his gun out into the cool evening.

"Holy shit! Cas?"

[Lorie]

Staggering into the man that had tried to save him in purgatory Cas wrapped heavy arms on aching shoulders around Dean. So extremely happy to see those green eyes once more in the light of the earthly world. "I don't...I don't know Dean." The former angel gasped pulling himself in tight to the strong body of his friend.

In the shower Sam let the water wash over him unable to do much else until a coughing fit over took the tall brunette. Specks of blood marred the pristine white tiles in frint of him and eyes that defied description closed tight as the younger Winchester knew the trials were the cause of this latest bit of gross. Wiping the droplets of blood away with his large hand Sam decided he'd spent enough time sulking under the cold spray and stepped out of the shower. Taking more time to dress than he did to undress the injured hunter finally made his way back out into the common areas of the bunker only to see a very familiar, if tattered, trenchcoat at the top of the crowsnest. Gulping back emotions he knew he shouldn't have Sam continued on to the library hoping his brother and his brother's angel were elsewhere so he wouldn't have this new knife of jealousy shoved in beside the twisting blade of Dean's hatred for him ripping at his heart.

[Kitten]

Dean wrapped his arms back around Cas as well totally on instinct. He adjusted his hold so that he was holding Cas up on his own. "Okay uh, just calm down. Come on let's get inside." The elder Winchester was even more grateful that his shoulder was reset as they started stumbling together down the stairs.

"Sam, get in here!" The green eyed man shouted as he helped Cas sit in a chair in the kitchen. "Alright don't move." Dean said as he crouched next to the other to get a better look at him. "Just tell me as plainly as you can what happened. I thought," he looked away in shame. "It doesn't matter. You look like hell. Tell me what's wrong."

[Lorie]

Taking in lungs full of air that didn’t sting with cold Cas focused on following the instruction given to him by Dean. Relaxing into the chair he was sat in the former angel looked to the direction Dean had yelled but saw no Sam. Looking into green eyes blues blinked with the memory of having last held the hand of this man, “I was.” Cas returned knowing exactly what Dean had meant in his broken off statement. “I let go of your hand before you took Benny into the portal and the Leviathan were upon me.” he clarified, “but then there was a bright light.” gravely voice recalled full of confusion. Looking around him at the ‘home’ Dean and Sam seemed to have found for themselves. “Next thing I know I was in the woods about six miles from here.” Castiel explained still in a daze, “drawn to this very spot and you.”

Dropping a hand onto Dean’s shoulder Cas looked right into the hunter’s eyes and with a sure voice promised, “I am well Dean.” Taking another deep breath he explained his seemingly injured state as best Cas could. “I only appear hurt because I am unused to mortal limitations.”

Sam heard Dean call for him but that wasn’t happening. Resting his head on arms crossed over the portion of table directly below him Sam sighed as he shut his eyes tightly against he pain banging against his head on all sides. The younger man knew he had offered to stick his brother up but Cas was there now. The angel could heal Dean with just one touch. Lurching up and over the not-hunter found himself vomiting stomach acid and still more blood onto the floor beside him. Any further movement of any of Sam’s limbs made them feel as though they were burning straight through but the younger Winchester couldn’t just leave that mess there. Aching hand tugged still wet hair from his face as Sam considered how he was going to go about cleaning his sick since everything seemed to be out of focus and the shadows were closing in from his periphery to engulf that blurry vision. “Fucking great.” Sam sighed moving so he wouldn’t have to fall so far. On hands and knees the tall hunter crawled his way into the stacks finding refuge amount the shelves lined with ancient books. “Just fucking great.” he moaned moments before passing out.