Chapter 1
It's been a while since Sam and I have had a case, or any break through on this suck ass mark of mine. I plump down on my bed inside the bunker when Sam appears in my door way.
"Hey, so get this" Sam says. He flips open the pale folder revealing what I think is a police report of a weird and gruesome murder.
"What you got?" I ask, intrigued.
Sam replies, "Well, it says here a woman got her heart ripped out, so I thought werewolf, but then there was some other stuff missi-" Sam stops abruptly and stares into the corner behind me.
"Sam what is it?" I ask, but I answer my own question when I turn around and see Cas looking back at Sam.
"Dammit, Cas! You gotta give us a heads up before you pop in here, and why are you in my room? I could've been…" I stare at Cas gesturing. After a couple seconds I see him do his cute squint like he's a little puppy…um…I mean he looks confused, so I continue, "You know…stuff". I don't know how else to put it. He probably wouldn't understand anyhow.
Sam asks, "Got any news?"
In his low and slightly raspy voice he replies, "I have a lead, but no real solution, yet. Also, I just wanted to see how you guys were doing."
"Cas, we're fine" I say as I swing my hand across my front and let it land on my knee.
"Well, actually, I mean to ask if you are fine, Dean. With the mark and all." Cas says with a glance of worry on his face.
I start to chuckle and add, "Oh this ol' thing. Ya, I'll be fine. Just fighting the urge to kill everything in sight." It takes a second for Cas to realize I'm being sarcastic.
To break the awkward silence I nod to the door and say, "I'm going to make a sandwich"
"Dean, if you're trying to eat healthier with your 3-step program, then you should have a salad" Sam calls to me as I walk through the door.
I call back, "That's what I love about you, Sam! You're a funny guy!"