winchester's.
There is always a way out for those clever enough to find it

"STUPID son of a bitch!" Dean yelled out, pushing the damn thing off of his machete.

"Dean." Sam tried to calm him down, but nothing was going to calm his raging brother down. He needed to find their little sister.

"Anything could've happened to her," Dean told him. "Anything," He repeated. "She's my little sister--" He started but Sam cut him off.

"She's my little sister, too, Dean," Sam interrupted him. "She's my twin, for fucks sakes." Hd tried to reason with his puppy eyes. "I miss her, too. But, Dean, she's a Winchester and she knows how to take care of herself."

Even though it was his words, he couldn't help but feel like a hypocrite because he knew that Winchester's don't have good luck.

"I shouldn't have let her go on that hunt all alone," Dean told him, banging his fist on his baby. "Sorry, baby," He muttered to his 1967 Chevy Impala. "She can take care of herself, yeah. What happens when more than just zombies come walking into her. Sam, Demons are out there possessing people even more now thanks to this disease. She probably thinks that since it's the end of the world, that they paren't after us anymore. It's dangerous for us Winchesters to be out in this world. Especially all alone," he ranted.

He had always coated for his younger siblings, taking care of them like they were his own children. One reason was because he had no choice, but he loved it. He loved taking care of his brother and sister because he knew that if he didn't, no one else would.

"Dean, she probably found a group. She would know if someone was possessed by a demon or not. She's smart, smarter than us combined. And if she's all alone, the same thing applies, she knows what she is doing. She knows how to take care of herself," Sam informed his brother, scratching his jaw.

Both brothers were tense and scared. They don't know where their little sister is. They are worried sick for her safety. Even though Sam is reassuring Dean, he still feels like he should of been a better brother and protected her more. She could be in danger. They both wanted to find her and fast.

"Okay." Dean sighed, slipping his machete into the trunk of the Impala. "We need to keep moving," Dean muttered to his brother, walking towards the drivers door.

"Dean. Sam," A voice startled the brothers.

They turned around with their guns raised, but sighed once they saw Cas.

"Cas." Dean sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you to not sneak up on us?" Dean asked him. "Never mind," He told the angel when the trench coat wearing angel opened his mouth to speak.

"How did you find us?" Sam asked Cas, looking at Dean with an amused smirk. It was painfully obvious that Dean felt something towards the angel.

"My angel powers seem to not want to work with me," Cas told the brothers. "I was in the woods when I heard you guys talking." He narrowed his eyes and looked around the area for a certain raven haired girl. "Where's Octavia?"

"Well, damn." Dean pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"We don't know, Cas," Sam told the angel with soft eyes. He knew how much Octavia meant to Cas - how much they meant to each other.

"Oh," Cas muttered. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. He hated that he wasn't able to find her. He knew it was his choice long ago to put Enochian on their ribs to protect them from the other angels, but at times like this, he regretted it.

"We need to find her. The sooner, the better," Dean told his brother, yanking the door of the Impala open.

Sam sighed and followed, getting into the passenger side of the car. Castiel paused for a second, beating himself up, thinking it was his fault that Octavia wasn't with them right now. Slowly, he lowered himself in the backseat of the Impala, closing the door behind him.

"Dean, I agree," Sam told his brother as the oldest Winchester started the car, making the engine purr.

"Good," Dean muttered. "Let's go find our little sister." He turned the music on a very low volume.

They then descended down the street.

They were going to find their sister.

One way or another.