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They were attacking some ghoul when Sam’s horse got injured. It collapsed, and Sam almost got the same treatment. Because of that, Dean was riding his horse, Impala, on his way to get another one for Sam.
Yet Destiny decided otherwise. Near the lake named Sarnen, a black horse was quenching it's thirst. Dean observed it. It could make an excellent steed. Maybe he won’t have to go all the way to Bobby after all.
He considered Bobby to be his uncle, but it was too early for a lesson about how they should be more careful with their horses.
Dean got off his horse, picked out a harness from his bag, and tiptoed towards the black horse. Straight away, it turned it’s head and observed him. It had vivid blue eyes, an unusual feature for horses, which made it even more prized.
Stopping, the hunter hesitated for a second, though the horse didn’t seem worried by him at all. In fact, it walked right toward Dean, who put his hand in front of himself, as if to prove he didn’t mean it any harm. The horse came so close to him that he could reach out and touch it. Cautiously, Dean placed the harness.
Astonished, he stared at the horse for a moment. After realising what happened, Dean tried to get back onto Impala, but she started walking away, refusing to let Dean or the new horse get any closer.
“Baby, what’s going on?” asked Dean, curious about his horse’s behaviour. “Come on, no need to be afraid.”
She stepped back, still as wary as before. Once she finally agreed to come forward, Dean got back on her.
On the way to his home, Dean looked behind him. The new horse was following without protest.
Once he arrived, Dean put the horse in the empty stable. Giddy, he went searching around for Sam. He found him, reading a book as always.
Seeing his brother like this gave Dean a splendid idea. He approached him on his tiptoes, trying not to make a noise.
“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Shouted Sam in a high-pitched voice when he felt hands on his shoulders. His first reaction was to close his book and hit the intruder in the face with it. His second was to look at said intruder, who had fallen on the floor. Dean was the last person he expected to see.
“Dean? Why are you here?” he asked.
“Hello. How are you? I’m sorry I hit you with a book. Is this any way to greet your dear brother?”
“You scared me! And shouldn’t you be at Bobby’s? Or did he beat your ass?”
“Hilarious, Sam. No, something awesome happened.”
“What did you do this time?” asked Sam, suspicious.
“You remember the Sarnen Lake? Well, there was a horse near it and I brought it home.”
Sam stared at his brother’s face, attempting to find any confirmation that he was lying. A mischievous grin, a mocking glance. None of that. Instead, he looked delighted with himself.
“It’s not a joke! You captured a horse. You captured a wild horse instead of buying one from Bobby! How are we going to train it?”
“He seems to be trained already. He let it happen.”
“Even better! You stole a horse!” Sam couldn’t believe it. He should have done it himself, even if it meant walking.
“Calm down. I can check tomorrow if someone knows him, but you should at least try riding him. If it doesn’t work between the two of you, I can always buy you a new one.”
“If you want,” Sam says with a sigh. “You already captured it, why not give it a chance?”
“Awesome!” Dean said like it was the greatest news of his life. “Anyway, did you discover anything new about the case?”
“Yeah, I have an idea of their position. I’ll show you while we eat.”
Dean nodded, and the brothers went to their dining room while chatting.
Since that afternoon, Baby was nervous. She didn’t trust the other horse. Something about him made her jump out of her skin. Now odd noises were coming from the other stable. She had been watching it, engrossed, expecting something to happen. All of a sudden, a hand grabbed the blanket that was laying down on the top of the door. Rushing, the hand disappeared a few seconds after.
The next morning, Dean was walking to the stable where the new horse was, saddle on his shoulder.
Once inside, he froze. The horse. He was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a man with brown, almost black hair and blue eyes, curled up under a horse blanket.
Hesitantly, the stranger smiled and said, “Hello?” That was enough to get Dean out of his stupor.
“Who are you?” shouted Dean as he got his sword out.
“Castiel?” answered the stranger.
Irritated by his answer, the hunter stretched out his hand and snatched the blanket away and tossed it. Naked. Naked under a blanket, this Castiel guy was in his stable instead of the horse.
Once Castiel draped himself again under the blanket, Dean grabbed his arm and dragged him out.
“Sam! We have a problem!” He could sense the other man struggling, but he didn’t care. They will have a lot of questions for him.
Sam arrived quickly, sword in hand. His eyes widened at the sight of his brother and the stranger.
“Who is this?”
“He said his name’s Castiel. I found him in our stable. Oh, and the horse is gone.” said Dean, enraged, pushing Castiel in front of him.
“Wait. How did he get in the stable?”
“That’s a good question. And it’s not the only one I have for him.”
“Is he naked?” asked the younger brother while examining Castiel. “Give him some of your clothes before we take him inside.”
“Mine? Why not yours?”
“Dean, I’m too big. This poor guy will disappear in them.”
“Sam...”
“You’re not going to interrogate someone naked!”
Irritated, Dean grabbed the stranger’s arm and dragged him to the bedroom.
Dean was sitting in the dining room, staring at the wall in front of him, thinking about what had happened.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked after a few minutes, breaking the silence.
“I just gave my clothes to a guy we found naked in the stable, what do you think?”
The brothers looked at each other and chuckled at the same time.
“That was not something I thought I would ever say,” Dean said, still chuckling. “What are we going to do with him?”
“If he doesn’t have clothes, then he doesn’t have a home or food. We should let him sleep here.”
“Let him sleep here? Because of him, the horse is gone!”
“We don’t know if that was his intention.”
“You know what you are, Sam? Too kind.” The older brother looked at Sam, groaning. “All right. But one condition: we always keep an eye on him.”
“If you—” Sam stopped as he heard the door behind him opening.