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[The Blair witch...? Who is this creature...]

Well, [grunts, rocking a large boulder out of the way to allow Dean to pass up the shortcut on a slope, letting it rumble down the hillside after him,] druids might be similar to witches, but they tend to use ambient magic instead of the power available in demonic pacts. Druids would observe the beats of a bird's wing or the spray of blood from a man sacrificed to peer into the future.

[ Hi boulder. Bye boulder. Well worth the price of admission to see that happen.

Note to self: beef up movie nights a little more. Not that Cas's lack of reference-getting isn't one of his charm points. The man needs a real education is all. ]

Yeah, yeah, tree-huggers on ambient steroids. [ Weirdos, unsurprisingly. Dean never needs to think a nice thing about them because of this situation that they're in right now. ] You think they ever-- you know. [ Dumb bitch throat chopping gesture. ] Glimpse the future and all they see is someone cleaning up the sacrifice blood?

[ We are so normal. We are not even hypervigilant and worried, we're having fun with the horrors. ]

It isn't out of the realm of possibility. [Dean always asks such practical philosophical questions...it's nice.] Though one time, approximately 600 BC, a druid of some renown by the name of Lóegaire Lorc reported the bleeding of the dead foretold the collapse of their sacrificial grounds. He convinced his peers to move locations, and two days later the temples burned to cinders. They made him High King for saving their people, I believe.

[Pauses thoughtfully. Holds a branch aside for Dean to walk past.] He'd burnt the temples down himself, though. Hated that the floor was so sticky. [Lets go of branch, which smacks him. Considers smiting it]

[ Dumbass question: indulged. Followup storytime: received. Cas: smacked by the very branch he was holding.

If this quick bark of a laugh is the most Dean's laughed in probably a month, that's his business. All he knows is it's nice to get one in. ]

Dude was ahead of his time. [ Let him bravely and heroically pull that branch back from the other side for you, buddy. Your most loyal weirdo knight. ] I would've loved to hustle pool with that psycho.

[ Even though it's like, so easy to make a floor not sticky. Dean could do that shit in his sleep. One day he'll demonstrate aaaaall his domestic knowledge that he knows in his heart he'll never actually use again for the rest of his life. Like a peacock. For No Real Reason. ]

[Thank you but there is a misunderstanding here, because you see. HE is the loyal weirdo knight here, obviously

Like always though, even if Cas doesn't fully understand the circumstances, he feels a dangerous flare of pride at being the reason Dean laughs. They might be in a truly precarious situation, but Dean finds joy so rarely in his life. Even if it comes at Castiel's expense, he must be allowed to keep it.

Fuck that branch tho.

The creek comes into view shortly after, trickling and pooling over rocks into a slightly deeper section. Dean carries a flask so a container isn't a problem, but Castiel will touch a couple fingers to Dean's hand or flask first to purify the water of any microbes. The last thing they need in this situation is incontinence.]

Barometric pressure doesn't indicate rain tonight...we could stay here. [Cas looks around. Out in the open, but it's not like he sleeps. He can stand guard while Dean is out, though...it'll be chilly.]

[ This forest isn't big enough for TWO loyal weirdo knights... but somehow the stupidity persists.

It's nice, you know. In spite of the everything, AKA the same way that anything nice is nice for this family. Weird pockets of fun or quiet that they can scrape out every once in a while. Grave dirt under his fingernails, cold beer in his hand, saying something stupid that Sam can roll his eyes about.

Or, in this case, that Cas can either roll his eyes about or take at total face-value. And there's no beer. And mostly they've got blood under their fingernails. What can he say, it's always a dice roll. It's still pretty quiet here right now, and that's still nice. ]

Not like we haven't worked with worse. [ Seems pretty clear. Flat ground. Dean walks a little circle anyway to scope the perimeter that he's invented in his mind. He doesn't catch any unusual movement yet, so that's good.

No fire. Goes without saying. That's fine. Gonna be hard enough keeping a low profile when they're dealing with actual targeting magic. Tempting fate would be stupid at this point. (Maybe they'll tempt it tomorrow.)

He fishes around in his jacket pockets for a few seconds when he finishes his circuit and pulls out... dare we believe... it is. A Fruit Roll-Up to offer. ]

Rations?

[ You're his world, bro... he has to offer just on principle even though you are An Angel.

Note to self, Dean. Think about carrying around some trail mix or something. ]

[Usually a brisk 'no' would be Castiel's response, but watching Dean search his pockets for anything to eat and offering up his only find makes something inside of him gentle. He can recall the warmth of Dean's palm against his ear, even now, as if it were still there. They're trapped in these woods, Dean's shoulder must hurt terribly, and they can't even go looking for shelter for the night but still Dean laughed at something he found amusing and is holding out his only food to an angel that doesn't eat.

It's probably too dark for Dean to see Castiel's expression. The sun's made a lot of progress towards the ground. Maybe it comes through in his voice anyway.] I'm alright.

[He takes it a step further, touching the back of Dean's proffered hand just barely to push it back towards his chest.] Keep your strength up. You'll need it to fend off Sam's worry once we're out of here.

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[ Bonus unlocked: one of Dean's favorite tones of voice, which he figures he's at least allowed to admit to himself. Manfully. As long as he's not like constantly out in the world trying really hard to earn it on purpose.

It's not exactly the same when you gotta hold your hand out and ask. It's just something that you turn into an obligation. And he doesn't have to examine his feelings or anything about it, alright. It's just--

Whatever. It's whatever. It doesn't matter. He's keeping his school lunch treat-tier snack and his tone-of-voice gold star and following the change in subject like a moth to a light bulb. ]

We're not fendin' that off by a long shot, pal. [ Man, imagine if they could. Imagine if Dean wasn't making his sick little brother probably get even sicker worrying about him not coming back from a hunt on time. Crazy. ] Best-case scenario, we make our peace and brace for impact.

[ That kid worries like it's both of his full-time jobs. ]

[The vibrancy of Dean's soul thrums, and Cas lets himself imagine it's because of something he did.

The inevitability of Sam's concern now before them, they both sober. Night falls properly and completely, and the forest comes alive with the sound of nocturnal creatures. There isn't much for Dean to do in the darkness but rest and recuperate, Cas on his feet a few yards away, keeping watch. The silence usually doesn't bother Castiel, and he and Dean have sometimes passed hours in the car with hardly a word spoken between them, but something...gnaws.]

Earlier, [Cas begins, voice low and soft,] when I...moved away from you. [The flinch.] It wasn't because of you.

I want you to know that.

[ Nothing like chilling in the deepening darkness to give a man time to think. Mostly about how screwed they are when they get back to Sam. It's a pretty standard-issue thought path. One of those things Dean can idly turn over in his head without having to get too serious.

It's not bad out here. Wounds and danger and cold, all-around shitty circumstances aside. Oh, Dean needs his fast food joints. The Impala needs driving. The work never ends. But it can be nice to be in nature once in a blue moon. It's that kind of quiet that turns up on long-haul drives at 2 AM.

If the canopy wasn't so thick, they could probably see a hell of a lot of stars.

His reply is slower to come, because- well, Dean's crappy at this stuff. Can't admit that that's a huge relief if true, or that maybe it made his blood curdle, can't figure out the right thing to say back. ]

It's not like I'd blame you if it was, Cas. I was about to yank a freakin' arrow out of your skull. [ There. Perfect. A little jokey, a little it's fine, seriously.

He turns his head in the general direction of Cas's voice. ]

Wanna let me know what it was about or are we stickin' to what it wasn't?

[ Open invite. Talk to me, but like not if you don't want to, but also I'm gonna sit here in the woods and wonder about why it's enough of a thing for you to want to bring up, but not to explain 100%. Very casual. ]

[He hadn't gotten that far, truthfully; he just recalled Dean's desperately defiant tone and trembling pointer finger as he said, I did not leave you, and it became clear that Dean would blame himself for near anything that made Castiel bleed if left alone with it. So he doesn't know what to say, doesn't know how to explain it, doesn't even know what to think of it beyond, It's not your fault.

With the question here now, though, Castiel thinks. What was it about?]

I...

[Cas?

Oh. Castiel abandons the thought and tilts his head, listening.] Sam is praying. ...he's figured out our phones aren't working.

[ "I...?" He nothing apparently. He changes the subject apparently.

And it's obviously his choice and if he doesn't wanna tell Dean about what's up, he doesn't have to or anything. Obviously. That's obvious. And for sure what's happening here.

Maybe Dean's just getting hangry. ]

Dammit. [ Sam's been so laid out, he was hoping they'd get more non-freaking-out time before he realized something's wrong. But not so.

Dean pushes himself back to his feet with a groan, like he's worried Sam will pierce the veil and see him on the ground and think he's hurt-hurt. Capital-H Hurt. Go off all half-cocked about it. Plus, well, he doesn't know if these angel-targeting measures ping onto stuff like "receiving a prayer over the soul antenna." Better if he stays close to Cas just in case. ]

Tell him I said to park his lanky ass back in bed pronto! [ Don't worry. It's a whisper-yell. Not even a real one yet.

This is a reasonable demand to make, right. On all fronts. ]

[Babygirl, how do you presume he do that]

I can't pray back to him, [Castiel points out, put out that Dean got up for no reason but still losing track of their conversation in favor of listening to Sam.

Sam, being the smart one of the group, already knew the exchange of information would only be going one way and is treating Cas to a feverish stream of consciousness about how much time he's willing to give it before he starts calling other hunters to see who might be nearby and able to mount a rescue, with or without him along. It's only because you're there Cas that I'm giving you guys until morning, Sam warns him, worry and malaise coloring the emotions of the prayer sickly yellows and purples. Keep my big brother safe. I'm begging you.

...Sam has always had so much more faith in him than he deserves.] He's going to start calling hunters to mount a rescue in the morning. He's...okay. Mostly coherent.

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-- shut up. [ Gottem (you did not). Take that (there was nothing to take because you were literally just wrong).

Dean needs to pace about this, still. He needs to be on guard and pacing about it. Quick hunt, he thought, little extra quality time with his best friend, Sammy'll just be put out about missing the action.

Mistake number one is always thinking something's gonna go easy. If he hadn't died from being stupid before in his life, he'd be amazed he's lived this long. That's just how the cookie crumbles, though. No time to wallow. ]

Oh yeah, as long as he's mostly coherent. Pain in my ass little... mount a rescue. [ Dean loves him. He loves him so much. He loves that he's a person who worries and cares and wants to look out for them. He loves that he's smart as hell and competent and still Sam, even after everything.

But a Sam who gets all fussy? For CLEARLY no good reason? Truly the most annoying bitch on God's green earth. ]

We got no exact location, we don't know where they've got any other traps laid out, and we don't even know how many of these sons of bitches we're dealin' with. We could be bait right now, Cas. I don't dig that.

[ They have targeting but all he got was tagged on the shoulder. All they could do was ground Cas and immobilize him-- okay, that's not exactly an "oh all we could do was this measly immobilizing and grounding an angel, which is nothing."

That must take some serious heft or some serious numbers or however these freaks do business, because Cas is-- y'know, he's Cas. Point is, live bait sells. ]

[Dean isn't wrong, either, and now that they know there's a countdown until Sam potentially puts himself in harm's way, there's no chance Dean will let himself sleep even a little.]

...okay. [Tucks his hands into his coat pockets. Waiting the druid out until morning is no longer an option. That he could try and argue the point or even angel-tap Dean to sleep does not even warrant consideration.] So. We use fire.

[ STOPS

MID-PACE

ON A DIME ]

I like fire.

[ Babe please don't say sike. He needs this. ]

We need to be strategic with it. [Somewhere back in town Sam is taken with full body shivers that he thinks are due to the fever breaking.] Druids are also fiercely protective of nature. If we threaten it enough, the druid may reveal itself and attack us.

[ Sam needs to understand that this is for the greater good. And also for enrichment, but nobody needs to know that. Since they're going to be strategic with it.

Semi-suicidal plans? In this relationship? It's more likely than you think. Dean is itching to channel some aggression through destruction. All sympathies and respect to the squirrels out here, that is. ]

Lucky for us, a little strategic arson is in every hunter's playbook. [ Page one of the playbook, in fact. ] So what, set a few going, lure Treebeard out into the open, gank 'em? Without, [ he must emphasize, ] another round of angel arrows to the face.

[ In an ideal world, it would be that simple. Luckily Dean has already remembered that there's no such thing as simple. He's blue-skying right now is all. Remembering the best-case scenario he's aiming for. ]

We follow this creek to a larger source first, [Cas argues, because if they're going to start a forest fire, they're going to have a lake nearby for Dean to get into so he doesn't burn to death if the flames escape their control.]

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[ If Dean was already crouching down to scrape some leaves and twigs together and scope out the burnability around here, that's between him and...... Cas, technically.

He can finally get this old receipt and a couple crumpled-up napkins out of his life forever by using them to save the forest. By... saving the rest of the forest rangers who might be on the sacrifice target list. Who are then gonna help save the forest from whatever damage they're about to do. Not much, hopefully. ]

What, you want more open ground for this guy?

[ Not an argument in the strictest sense. More like "I mean, I guess I can do that as long as we're still doing this, but water's water." ]

[Maybe they were just made to argue with each other even when they agree.] And if this entire clearing goes up in flames? You think that little trickle will keep you alive? [Keep my big brother safe.] We find a pond first. [I'm begging you.]

Ohh, c'mon with that crap, Cas. Smoke inhalation'll get me way before I have to worry about catching on fire.

[ Dean then forges on like the stubborn bulldog he is, because he realized towards the end of that sentence that it probably doesn't help. If he doesn't continue he's just setting up karma to fall in a pungee pit or something. ]

Look, we're gonna kick this thing in the ass before any of it's even a factor!

[Pissed off that Dean's ignoring him and pissed off that Dean's probably right because Cas had forgotten that humans can't breathe in smoke for too long, Cas contemplates kicking wet dirt onto Dean's little tinder pile to be petty.] You're just being reckless because you're impatient. We can walk half a mile upstream.

I'm always impatient, it's part of my goddamn charm! [ He lies, like a lying liar. What even is this! Now his arson placement judgement isn't good enough??? And other such dramatic bitchy thoughts with no long-term heat to them.

Dean abandons his dumb tinder pile momentarily to point. J'accuse. ] Sammy preemptively outvoted me on everything, didn't he?

Sam only asked me to keep you safe, after I've already failed. [Throws a hand in the direction of Dean's wounded shoulder, pure frustration rolling off of him like water on a raincoat.] If I have to be incapable of healing your wounds, you could at least let me try to prevent them.

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