Eyes blue with somber, peering straight ahead, the shell of an angel strode down the way. Emotionless and empty he stayed on his path, waiting for the one called Castiel to enter. All life gone, the empty vessel kept his pace steady.
The Winchesters were following up on a lead that Garth had called in. There were reports of a strange light ascending into the sky with freak lightening and thunder clashing violently on a seemingly normal Sunday afternoon in a little town in Virginia. Sam was checking into the nearest and cheapest motel they could find while Dean parked the impala.
Sunlight beamed down upon Dean as the clouds seemed to part for him. His eyes searched the parking lot when he noticed Roger's Dinner light up in red neon across the street. Deans crooked smile confidently found its place as he locked the impala and strutted across the street.
The waitress lingering a little too long near Dean's table, beamed when she caught a flash of his grin. "I-I'll get you that pie…" she stumbled out as she skipped away. Sam entered the dinner and two steps later sat into the booth across from Dean. "Room 206, here," Sam spoke handing over Dean's key.
"Thanks Jess," Dean noticed the waitresses name this time as she gently laid the piece of gold in front of him. Her smile widened as he uttered her name and she acknowledged his thanks.
"What can I get ya?"
Sam's eyes trailed from Dean to the waitress as he gave Dean a look that said 'knock it off.' "Nothing. Actually….maybe you have some information that could help us. See, my partner and I just got into town and we're investigating a case. Could you maybe tell us anything about that strange storm people saw?"
"Um…sure. It was actually right down the street here. Someone called in sick an so they called me to cover the shift. I got here, was making my rounds when I saw this man standing outside the window. He was looking at the sky, pointing. Then a few people ran down the street as if they were running from something. The man started yelling and then turned and ran. The next thing you know it gets really bright outside and then the whole diner started to shake from thunder that was louder than I've ever heard in my life! Then it was gone, just like that," Jess glanced over at another booth,"Gotta go, booth 5 needs more water."
Sam slipped her his card as he articulated, "Thanks, if you remember anything else let us know." He winked and dean's face went from cool to obtuse in less than three seconds. Jess blushed and she bounced away.
Dean voiced, "What was that?"
"Nothing," Sam shrugged.
"That was clearly not nothing."
"Well, I thought I'd take a chapter from the Dean Winchesters Guide to –"
Dean cut Sam off, "Sammy is that-," He pointed at the man who walked by. "That can't be," Dean threw what money he had on the table and ran out the diner after the man. "Cas! Hey Cas!" He shrieked running after the vessel. The empty vessel's stride never hesitated as Dean called the angels name. This caught Dean off guard a little. Castiel wasn't the type to ignore him, unless something was wrong. They do share a bond after all.
Sam chased after Dean as Dean turned the corner chasing the vessel. He reached the vessel, grabbed him by the shoulder, and attempted to stop him. The vessel froze in its place. Sam stated, "Castiel?" Still the vessel did nothing. Sam and Dean exchanged looks, then Dean spun the man around.
"Cas?" His voice broke as panic surged through his chest. He searched the man's face only to find emptiness nestled deep within the dull blue eyes that stared back. "Sammy? This isn't Castiel anymore," Dean struggled to sound calm and collected but only frustration seemed to be coming out, "I believe we have found his vessel."