Dean sat in the couch in front of the television in Rufus's cabin, idly watching commercials. A commercial for some ugly car with Jennifer Lopez came on, when the room became very cold. Dean sat up, alarmed. He reached for his gun, hidden safely away under one of the couch pillows, and stood. He tip-toed away from the couch, eyes scanning the room. He only had a spilt second to think about ducking before a skillet whizzed past his head. On full alert, Dean cocked his gun, and brought it up to eye level.
He stepped into the open kitchen, and stood in the middle of the room. He looked to his left, then his right. He almost jumped out of his skin when a voice called for him from behind.
"Hey, Dean."
Dean spun around, and almost dropped his gun at the man who stood in front of him.
"Cas?"
Cas stood, his shoulders slumped, and he was wearing the same thing he had been when he died, minus the trench coat Dean had hidden somewhere in the depths of his duffle bag. Dean stared wide eyed at him, all thought gone, as Cas shook his head.
"No, I'm the body he stole."
Dean racked his brain, trying to remember the name. Dean had only met the man Cas possessed once, about three years ago, though it felt like 100 years. Finally, he got an answer.
"Jimmy? Jimmy Novak?"