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Cas’s Perspective
Disgusting, putrid, horrible, corrupt, vile, beings. That’s what got me here. Bleeding, hurting, suffering, and weak. I hadn't expected to be stabbed in the back, the lingering hot burning sensation keeping me awake. The feeling of blood as it ran down my spine and drenched my clothes. I hadn't expected to almost die, I hadn't expected to be weakened so much that I couldn't even teleport to a safer place… So I lie in the cold snow… Stuck here until this Vessel decides that it will stop being weak and get up…. So I lie here, watching the stars as they slowly begin to fade, hoping I won’t be the next one to go up there…
I despise the need to use vessels, they are people who have devoted themselves to my father… which is one of the most noble purposes one may follow. I appreciate their dedication, but I can't help but dislike their ability to feel pain. I am far too powerful to be brought down by the weakness of my human vessel, the simply welded steel of a blade, and the betrayal brought onto me by a coworker.
I have to go report this betrayal to my superiors… how… distasteful. So instead of laying in my own blood, I begin to struggle to my knees as the world begins to fade from the corners of my eyes.
My hands are bloodied and broken. If I let myself sink into the pain from just my hands I can focus less on my back which felt like a branding iron had been pressed into my skin. It helped me to get the mental strength I needed to crawl. I could see a trail of footsteps over just to my right. If only I could get to that trail and follow the steps backwards before the snow covers that trail I could get to a road, and if I get to a road I could find a person with a phone.
Wait… what was that? The crunch of fresh snow and a gasp. My head slowly lifted up, my whole body feeling weak, and I looked up to where the trail of footsteps stopped… right in front of me. A tall, good looking man with a sharp jaw and bright brown eyes was staring down at me with shock. A human, and most humans have phones. Hey, maybe I wouldn't have to find a road.
“Hello.” I began softly… was my voice really that weak? Damn, I might’ve got more banged up then I realized. This man looks like he is about to explode from shock… damn it. He won't be able to help me if he is just standing there looking dumbfounded.
“My name is-“ I fell into a coughing fit. This man looks down at me and something finally clicks in his brain, and he rushes over to me, pulling out his phone as he sprints the small distance between us, about 20 yards.
“Oh My God! What happened to you? Was it a bear?” The man was clearly ignoring that I was clearly not mauled, but repeatedly stabbed, and tortured. Also, why do people keep mixing up me and my father? It's quite annoying.
“No, I’m Castiel. I am not my father, and I wasn't attacked by a bear.”
“Oh! You're in shock! Don’t worry, I’ve got a phone and I know some guys who are really good at search and rescue. I would take you down the mountain, but I don't want to risk injuring you.” This guy keeps going on about me being in shock… What is shock? Isn't that like electricity? How does shock relate to anything medical?
“I need to contact another angel, stop pushing random buttons on that thing and give-“ This guy has the audacity to put a finger to my lips, an angel of the lord, and talk to some Sam fellow about getting us out of the backpacking trails on whatever mountain this is. Humans… ugh. Why must they have these odd systems in place for emergencies. Who the hell would be able to get out here in an emergency anyway, it's pointless to have these systems. I just need this guy to stop panicking so I may call another angel for assistance.
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Dean’s Perspective
A summer beach, an endless sea of people tanning, and rows of hot chicks in bikinis, the exposed portions of cleavage moving up and down as my eyes roam over watch and every lady. A hot chick in a micro bikini, glistening with sweat that runs down her neck and between her breasts walks up to me. She seems to be trying to grab my attention about the volleyball that had landed beside me during their game that I haven't paid any mind to… but now that I look over at her. Damn, I should've payed attention to that game. To see those, oooh, would've been a sight. She gestures to the ball again, I look over at it. I pick it up and roll it over to her across the sand. It doesn't reach her, so she has to walk towards me and… damn, I was right, I really, really should’ve watched that game, because as she bends over to grab the volleyball I could bet 20 bucks those are D cups. I grinned up at her, she just smiled and looked over to her friend she was playing volleyball with… a guy. Damn it, a hot girl like her I should've known would have had a guy. Wait… no, this guy didn't seem like he was dating her, he was looking past her… when you date a girl like that your eyes don't come off her, what could he be looking at? I looked behind me, nope. No girl hotter than this one… what was he looking at? Wait… I followed his gaze… my abs.
God-damn it all, it was just getting good. That chick was smokin, but then that guy had to up and ruin it for me.
Sam was already up downstairs, making his stupid rabbit food he calls breakfast, but I was about to go throw some bacon down and show him what a real breakfast is. I went to the kitchen to find Sam eating his grass, but right before I was about to cook some pig, we got a distress call. “Sam, we’ve got a call coming in, you pick this up, and I’m going to make me some man’s breakfast”, before I could even get the pan out Sam told me we had to gear up and come help this person in the woods.
Apparently some dude, who was a pro hiker, called the emergency number. Which was weird… pros never called for help. But as Sam continued, it got even weirder. This pro hiker guy found a person. He didn’t specify the gender of the person… I bet it's a hot chick. Never mind, but apparently this pro found some gal beaten and bloody on the trail crawling saying weird shit, probably out of shock, and then the call went dead. So we had a pro whose line went dead, and some person who is probably dying from who knows what out in the cold, dark winter mountains. FUCKING FANTASTIC. I was supposed to be off today.
I throw my blue jeans on, grab my leather jacket, and the keys to the love of my life, my sweet Baby out in the driveway. If my car got scratched on this rescue mission, I was going to kill Sam and the idiot that is lost in the woods in the snowy mountains. Sam got finished eating his slop and came with me and jumped in the car where I was blasting some good ol’ Survivor and planning what to get at the gas station.
We rolled into the gas station at the ripe and early time of 7:30, right as it opened, and I burst through the doors to the old Gas Station on the way to the backpacking trails in the mountains, and beelined it straight towards that old coffee maker for some fresh black coffee and a nice bacon and egg breakfast burrito complete with enough grease to make my mom raise up from her grave and slap me. Sam, being the plant eater he is, nagged me about my unhealthy eating even though it said it was low calorie.
We started to roll up on this mountain, and I was not risking my sweet Baby’s paint to go drive up to the distress signal and save 40 minutes, so I yelled at Sam to get out of the car and get walking. Some of the snow at the base had started to melt as it was getting close to spring, but up the mountain is where it got rough as we started to walk through what seemed like at least 4 inches of snow.
“Sam, what the hell have you got us into now” It was cold, it was early morning, and my only breakfast was a gas station burrito and black coffee.”
“You’re the one who told me to pick this call up, if it wasn’t for you making me pick up the call you could’ve decided if we did this or not. Anyway, we're getting paid good money for this job, so quit whining”
“Keep walking Sam and quit arguing with me, we have to get this rescue mission done so we can pay the bills. Your stupid diet is expensive to maintain and doesn’t give you the proper fuel that a man needs.”
“Don’t bring my diet into this, Dean. I am trying to be healthy so I can live a good life, unlike you over here eating from gas stations where their food is just… slop.”
“Don’t you ever disrespect gas station breakfast, it’s better than the crap you put on the table”
Sam and I kept walking up the mountain after he rudely called my breakfast a bunch of slop, and about 30 minutes later we caught a glimpse of something in the snow. That iron smell, the deep red that can only be from the veins within one’s own body. That red that we all know from our own childhoods, where you scraped your knee climbing the tree by your house or fell off your bike.
Blood.
This wasn’t looking good.
“Sam… didn't you say the guy you chatted with promised to stay with the person he found… until we got there to help?” I questioned my brother, giving him an annoyed look.
“Yeah… he did… damn it. This isn't going to be good.”
“No shit, so where the hell did they go?”