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"So get this, in Oregon a bunch of people went missing last week, and one today."
"You think it's our kind of thing?" Dean looks away from the T.V and turns to Sam.
"Probably," Sam shrugs at him, "Should we check it out?"
"Tomorrow. I'm going to watch my show and try to not kill anything tonight." He puts his feet on the coffee table in front of him and leans back on the couch.
"Whatever, I'm going to read more about it," it was only a little past 11 so doing research wasn't too bad.
The soft tapping on the keyboard is drowned out by the sound of Dr. Sexy MD's voice, "Dude, you're developing a problem."
"I am not, it's called a commitment to the characters, and everything to do with it."
Dean rolled his eyes, "You're just jealous because I like the show more than you." The smugness in his voice has only a hint of truth. Hey! It's the Dr. Sexy. Who could blame him?
"Like I said, it's a problem. Have you considered therapy?" He jokes, which only results in an eye roll.
By the time it's about 1:30 Sam shuts his laptop, and Dean is asleep on the mildew scented sofa. He couldn't find anything that they didn't already know,but they'll start heading out tomorrow.
Dean wakes up with a crick in his neck and face down on the couch. Even though it was in the bunker, the couch was pretty old. He gets up to get coffee and sees Sam already sitting at the table eating toast.
"Up already Sammy?"
"Yea, I wanted to read more about the case before we check it out. I can't find anything the occurred before now, and the only connection between them was the highschool they went to. They all graduated the same year. They are all about 26-27 now."
"Ok, anything else?" He shakes his head. That's fine, how did the Vic's die?"
"Well the first one died of a sudden heart attack."
"At 27?"
"Yea, and the other two had their eyes scratched up and a whole lot of blood in their brain."
"Lovely," Dean pours his coffee. "Tell me again why we go after things like this?"
Sam just shrugs his shoulders and laughs. "I think it might be a witch," he says after a while.
"Maybe, when do you want to go?" Dean tries to hold back a groan, those damn witches.
"Later, I still have to take a shower."
"Alright," he's already finished his coffee so he goes to his room to get some things before they go. He grabs a few extra bags of salt, and the knife he hides in his drawer.
Deans dressed and ready to go in ten minutes but has to wait for the moose to finish.
Long story short, Dean got annoyed, some words were said, Sam left with wet hair.
Hes still mumbling under his breath when he walks to the impala, "Hey! You're the one who refuses to take anything less but a 30 minute shower," he says coolly.
That earns him an award worthy Winchester bitch face, "I didn't eat, so I'm stopping at a diner to get a burger. Are you going to want anything?"
Sam grumbles a small, "just a drink, thanks."
"Whatever Sammy,"
"He's just pissy he didn't get time to groom his mane," Dean says to the girl at the counter when she gives him a questioning glance.
She giggles a bit before taking their order down, "That will be all?"
"Yea, thanks." Sam nods to the girl in appreciation.
"Are you going to stop pouting now?" Deans asks, getting more annoyed at his fully grown adult brother who is man enough to get over it.
"Yea, whatever." He rolls his eyes but returns to his normal behavior, he doesn't want to be stuck in a car with his pissed off older brother.
It isn't long before they get what they ordered and take it to go. They can't afford to take a stop too long, just in case someone else kicks the bucket.
The giant man-puppy is fast asleep by the time they're almost there, and because it is getting late out, Dean decides to stop the car and attempt to get his four hours in.
They both wake up to the sound of cars driving by, and with groans coming out of each of them, they continue their trip to Oregon. Dean, who is still a little groggy and had sleep in his eyes, puts in an AC/DC cassette tape in.
They drive the rest of the way in comfortable silence, it didn't bother them much; it was actually quite peaceful. (Despite having Deans loud music playing.)
Dean passes a sign reading:
WELCOME TO PORTLAND
and sighs in relief, finally the damn car ride was over. He loved his baby, don't get him wrong. He just couldn't sit for any longer, it's driving him insane. It seems to be the same for the Loreal model beside him also.
He can't say he's looking forward to the hunt, he's dreading it actually. It had to be witches? Seriously? They're all bitches, Dean rolls his eyes internally, completely 100% done with witches bullshit.
They first stop at a motel a few miles in, drop off their things, and get dressed in their uncomfortably stiff suits.
To Deans disappointment they have to get to the murder scene involving things normal policemen would never realize.
When they get into the car Sam informs him about the girl that had just died, "Her name was Julianne, and somehow she magically slipped onto a glass cup." Dean gives him a look as to say, 'so?' And Sam continues. "She was sitting down, completely sober by the way, and had a full nights sleep."
Dean clenches his jaw, friggin witches. He could never understand how someone could do that to another person for enjoyement. Sure, he's said he enjoyed killing a few of his enemies, but it still took a toll on him. "How old?"
"26," it fits the pattern of the deaths so they continue their drive there.
They pull up to a small cafe, it has caution tape wrapped around it entrance so the two have to duck under. Well, Dean does, the moose can step over it effortlessly.
Sam walks over to three paramedics in uniform with Dean at his side, and they present their fake FBI badges to them. "What's the FBI here for? A lady just slipped on a glass?"
"Oh, it's just uh for uh, practice, my partner is new and we're starting out small. Just making sure it wasn't something strange, considering how she was sitting down."
The paramedics nod toward the direction of the broken glass and blood spill in the far left of the room.
"Failed cup song?" Dean jokes.
Sam gives him an, 'I'm unamoosed' face and Dean clears his throat and examined the scene. "So? What do you think?" Sam asks.
"Im not sure, were there any witnesses?"
"Yea, a lady named Carla."
"Ok, where does she live?"
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The imala loud engine could be heard through out the entire run down neighborhood.
They walk up to Carla's house and right after they knock on the tacky maroon door a certain angel pops up beside them.
"Cas? What are you doing here man?"
"I heard you were working on a case, I was going to ask if I could become apart of it."
"Oh uh, sure Cas?" Says Dean a little unsure if the Angel could assist with questioning or not. "We're just talking to witness of Juliannes death."
"And she died by 'slipping while sitting?' Am I correct?" Deans a little proud that the Angel is finally using air quotations correctly.
"Yea, they're was blood everywhere and the glass was spread all on the floor in a bunch of small pieces. We already went to check it out."
Just as Castiel nods his head a small built lady with brown hair and eyes opens the door. Deans first reaction is to hit on her, but he refrains himself when he realizes they were questioning her about a murder. He drops the charming smile and starts greeting her.
"Hello, Carla right?" She nods. "I'm agent smith and this is... Agent smith no relation."
"Hello, I don't mean to be rude, but what are you doing here? I already answered the paramedics questions." She sounds a bit confused but there is also something laced in her voice that Dean can't quite place. It was a sort of charm and ease.
He let his suspicion go when Sam started asking questions with his 'I feel sorry for you' puppy dog eyes. "So Ms...?"
"You may just call me Carla," she nods for him to continue.
"What did you see when Julianne slipped," Cas looked like he was going to step in to say that she didn't slip and that it wasn't possible, but Dean pulled him back a little.
"Jules uh, she just fell and hit her head on the cup." Dean and Sam look at each other, and quickly and silently decide that she wasn't telling the complete truth.
"Jules? Were you two friends?" Cas says with a small head tilt.
"We were, before. Before she did something that made me change my mind."
"Were?" Dean asks.
"I got divorced a little while ago," she seemed a bit uncomfortable with this situation. "She was a really close friend but I uh caught them in the act, if you know what I mean." Her face lost its content look as she was explaining to the three of them.
"Thank you, Carla. That will be all, here's my card if you need anything," Sam hands he a card with one of the phones numbers on it.
She takes the card and closes they door behind them. "So what do you think?"
"I think she's hiding something, maybe revenge? It makes sense, the wife catches her husband cheating on her with her best friend. I'd want revenge."
"Possibly. We can check for hex bags tomorrow. Right now I just want to grab some food and beer and watch some TV," says Dean with a yawn.
"That's fine, Cas are you coming?" Cas nods and slides into the back of car.
"I can search for hex bags if you wish, it will only take me a moment."
"Thanks Cas, that would help a lot," before Dean can turn around to look at him he's vanished.
Though not for long, it's only a few seconds before the trench coat is in view again. He's holding up a bag with stitched with odd symbols in his hand and gives it to the taller Winchester.
He opens it and examines the inside, "Bird bones, a tooth?, hair, and I think a feather?"
"Ok, so we've classified it's one of those bitches, are we going to go back to look for the one controlling the spell?"
"I'm sure we already know who it is."
"Well, yes. But shouldn't we check before we do anything drastic?"
"To. Mor. Row." Dean says with emphasis, he's tired and wants to watch some reruns of Dr. Sexy.
Sam nods with a small laugh and attempts to turn down the radio. Just as he suspected his hand was swatted away by his big brother before he even reached half way. He gives up and listens Bon Jovi who apparently "rocks on occasion."
It doesn't take them long to reach their motel, and because they have some time on their hands, so they decide to watch a movie.
Dean almost squeals in excitement when he sees Star Wars is on next, his exhaustion dissipated. Since Cas hasn't seen any of them, and because of Deans excitement they watch the movie together.
Sams sitting on a chair that was pulled from the small table and Dean and Cas are sitting next to each other on the couch. The Angels a bit closer than Dean would've liked, but he was too engrossed in the movie to care.
After the first movie the next one was on, Sam turned in for the night and it was only 8:00. Dean and Cas stayed up watching two more movies, it was around 1:30 before Dean passed out on the lumpy couch.
Cas doesn't sleep but he stayed with Dean on the couch when he fell asleep all night.
Dean woke up to Sams snickering, he opens his eyes slowly. He looks like he's trying to hide his laughter, and Dean looks at him and realizes he's leaning against something. He sits up and looks at the thing beside him. Oh. It's Cas, he was leaning on Cas, he groans and runs his hand over his face. "Dude come on, I just fell asleep no big deal."
Yes but you fell asleep on his shoulder, he mentally adds to himself. "Y-yea whatever man," Sam walks off, still laughing a bit. "I'm going to grab some food, want something from the diner down the street?"
"Bacon burger and fries," Sam walks out the door and he turns to a fairly confused looking Cas. "You can't let me do that, Cas. I know it was an accident for me to fall asleep on you, but you should've woken me up."
In a weird way, he kind of was ok with doing it, he slept pretty well and he had no nightmares. It's been a while since he's slept that well. "You looked peaceful, and I am aware it is difficult for you to sleep at times, I wanted to make sure you had a good nights rest."
"Thanks Cas, but next time just shove me off a little." They both drop that conversation after Cas nods his head. Wait. 'Did I say next time? There is so not going to be a next time.
He gets up to grab some coffee after he turned the TV back on for Cas, he comes back and sits on the chair this time. He turns to a channel that has a new bee documentary on it. With a knowing sigh he sits back and let's Cas watch it.
Its horribly boring, and he finds himself looking at Cas most of the time. How he has a small smile playing on his face, and how he genuinely enjoys the show. Deans face is brought up to a grin. He can't help but be a little proud of how he made the Angel happy.
He ends up staring at his blue eyes and admiring his face, he's never noticed how handsome he is, he stops. 'What the hell? Did he just think of Cas as handsome? Ok enough thoughts for today' he forces himself to watch the documentary, he's not paying much attention though.
It's not like he hasn't appreciated Cas's looks before, but it's not any more comforting knowing it. Dean always brushes the thoughts away by telling himself that it's fine to acknowledge another mans, or celestial being of intent's looks. And sure, ok, maybe sometimes he looks at Cas's lips and wonders if they're as soft as they look, maybe he wants to press his own against them.
Ok maybe he wants to lay on Cas's shoulder a fall asleep, maybe it scares him a lot. But, it scares him. He's a ladies man, a ladies man who also wants to kiss a man. He refrains himself from running his hand over his face. He has to remind himself, "you can't have a crush on an angel, you can't have crushes." It's Cas. It's not like it a lady at a bar and he's trying to get laid. He doesn't dare let anyone know about this, not even Sammy.
Soon enough Sam walks through the door ceasing his thoughts with the smell of food. He relaxes for a while, he's able to avoid his thoughts so that's a plus.
Dean opens his styrofoam box and grabs half of the grease filled burger, he then hands the other half to Cas and puts the fries in the middle. It's a habit that began when he found out Cas still occasionally ate burgers, he liked the taste. Cas took his fries when Dean wasn't looking anyways, so they just shared that also. Sam doesn't even bat an eye at it, the first time though his eyebrow seemed to reach his hair line. He was suprised Cas still had his hand.
They are all content in just sitting there enjoying their food until they have to get going again.
Once they're all fed, they plan where they're going to go, "so the three of us go back to 'check in' on Clara," clarifies Sam. "And then Dean and I will talk to her a bit while Cas uses his angel mojo to search for hex bags."
"Got it," Dean and Cas say in unison.
Dean takes a quick shower while Sam gets ready, and Cas waits to leave. In just twenty minutes they're sitting in the car ready to go.