"Ok Cas, this is a small job, so we should be ok, but remember what I told you about lying. Actually, just let me do the talking. Okay?" Dean's eyes held his friends for a second before shifting to the road once more. "Okay." Cas' face softened as he looked out the window. No matter how much death he saw, no matter how much death he caused, his heart still twitched at road kill. This one was strange, as it was three armadillos on the side of the road. "Dean, those animals are dead." An exasperated sigh came from the driver. "Yes Cas, things die." Dean did notice that as they got further into town, the number of dead animals increased exponentially. Mighty evergreens came into view, a mountain, a canyon, a pyramid, so close together you wouldn't think it possible. Yet right there, in front of them on this abandoned road littered with small animal corpses, they stood.
"One hawk eyed listener reports that there are two new strangers in town.
They drive a 1960's Chevy impala, and one of them has green eyes and a leather jacket, and the other one has blue eyes and a tan jacket. This is not to be confused with The Man in the Tan Jacket, who's face is unknowable." Cecil absentmindedly touched his blonde hair as he spoke. "The angels assured Old Woman Josie that these strangers are to be trusted, as one is their brother, and the other their brother-in-law. The City Council issued a statement, 'Angels are the ones not to be trusted. Angels aren't real? What are angels? You silly child, go back to bed. It's late. Too late. It's too late.' They then hummed in unison, and collapsed." His phone buzzed in his pocket, drawing a smile to his face. "Now, I normally don't talk too much about my personal life here, but Carlos told me something about his childhood yesterday. The reason he can live here, and not leave the town, screaming in agony at the realization that their mental constructs of reality are, as all of ours are, false, is because he had a teacher who would take him on these crazy field trips. Well, I think that one of these visitors may just be that teacher coming to visit him! Wouldn't that be such a nice surprise. Oh! A letter was just handed to me by an arm that may be attached to a body that I can not see, or perhaps it may just be a lonely arm, going throughout life feeling incomplete, just like the rest of us..."
"...that one of these visitors may just be that teacher coming to visit him! Wouldn't that be..." Dean rolled his eyes and flicked the radio. "Can you believe it?"
"Dean"
"He thinks I'm a teacher? What kind of radio host is this guy anyway?"
"Dean!"
The car whipped over to the side of the road, sending a tin of mints flying out the passenger side window. Dean was still upset over the insult the bodiless voice of his car radio had inflicted on his pride.
"Dean, listen to me. My brothers are here. Gabriel, Samandriel..." Dean finally turned his head. "Wait, aren't they dead?" Cas looked out the window, not out into the distance, but as if there was something right there, invisible to all but him. "No, well, yes. They are dead, but returning to heaven would not make sense. They have to go somewhere. They go...here. This place is heavens graveyard, if you will. There is a force more powerful than my brothers here. The same sort of power I felt when I first pulled you out of hell, is here. "
The car was silent for a moment before Dean spoke. "Well, let's see what it is."