The trees flew past the spotted windshield of a shining black Chevy impala as it flew into the Portland city limits. The freckled driver in a purple suit held white knuckled onto the steering wheel as he stared at the passing buildings, making note of the names and addresses. He slammed onto the breaks haphazardly when he came to the parking lot of the building he was looking for.
Freddy Fazbears' Pizza had seen better days. The parking lot was one car away from having tumbleweeds, and the paint was falling off of the main building in Texas sized flakes. The restaurant obviously hadn't had much foot traffic in a very long time.
The driver parked the classic car in one of the furthest slots form the building, pulling out a newspaper clipping containing a photo of the building during its hay-day in 1983.
He peered from the clipping, to the building in front of him. He smiled darkly "Yahtzee" he mumbled preparing to leave the car, when a loud thump resonated from the roof of the vehicle, causing him to jump in surprise.
"Damn it Cass! I told you about landing on the car!" he yelled out of the window, after seeing a man in a tan trench coat, now standing up right in the roof of the Impala.
"My apologies Dean."
"Forget about it, what's up?"
The trench coated man stared Dean for a second, clearly confused by the question.
"The sky?" he tried.
"No Castiel, I mean why are you here."
The realization on Castiels' face was so obvious, Dean had to repress the laugh that was trying to escape.
"Oh, right. Dean, there is something you need to know about this case."
"What? Other than the fact that I have come back to this town three times because those fugly animatronic freaks in there won't stay dead?"
"This case is more personal than that."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Meet me at your motel, I will tell you what I know." And with that the angel disappeared with a rustle of feathers heralding his departure and the end of the conversation, at least for now.
Back at the Lazy 8 Motel, Dean sat on the edge of his bed while Castiel stood nearby, waiting for the human to process what he had been told.
"This has to be some sort of sick joke." Dean said finally
"I assure you it is not" Castiel said with authority
"But I burned those friggin suits 2 times before, and now you're telling me this!" Dean practically yelled
"I did not know until Gabriel told me just recently."
12 hours later
Dean sat in an uncomfortable office chair swiveling agitatedly, looking periodically at the cameras, and checking the door lights. The analog clock on the desk in front of him read 2:00 am.
After making sure for the 30th time that night that bonnie, Freddy, and chica were nowhere near him, he flipped to the camera on Pirates cove. He noticed right away that the curtain had shifted ever so slightly since his last check up, less than two minutes ago.
"Show time"
As if on cue, A metallic clanking could be heard racing towards him from the left hall way. Dean tried to smile slightly as he relaxed in his chair, not even bothering to close the door. Suddenly an animatronic fox head with an eye patch poked around the corner.
Dean tried to smile in vain as he looked at the burned, blood stained robot in the door way.
"Hiya Sammy"