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Sand box and toy soldiers
Chapter 1
"So… find anything?"
Sam closed his laptop and moved it to the side of the table, to make room for the plates the waitress was bringing.
"Nope, nothing so far. Well, nothing supernatural, anyway. There is a missing weather girl, but –"
"Cool. We're on it."
"- But people go missing all the time, Dean. With normal reasons. Normal serial killers. Normal car accidents"
"Well, aren't you a little bag of sunshine?" said Dean, eyeing the cheeseburger in front of him.
"What, I'm just being reasonable," the younger brother replied, "We've lost Lucifer's trail, Cas is somewhere, looking for his dad, and in six months I'll apparently end the world. We can't afford to go after cases as ambiguous sounding as this, Dean. Not anymore."
"Yeah, and what should we do instead? The only clue we have is Detroit, and there's no way we're going anywhere near it."
"You think we have a choice?" Sam asked, finely taking a bite from his cheeseburger. Dean was halfway through his.
"Mm om mem," Dean said, swallowed, and tried again.
"Who knows, man? I mean, all the stuff they said will happen – so far happened, but –"
"But they practically pushed us into our positions, yeah."
"Exactly" Dean reached for the laptop and opened it up, "The fact that Heaven and hell are equally assholes doesn't mean fate even exists, let alone that we have to follow it. Oh. Weather girl's pretty hot. Nice."
"Wow that was almost deep," Sam smiled and put what was left of his meal back on the plate, "We'll get to the town by evening if we go now."
"What can I say? I'm an almost deep guy," Dean shot a smile back, "Weather girl it is."
He was getting close, he was sure of it. The amulet in his hands wasn't showing any signs yet, but still, he felt… He knew for sure his father was in this world, on this continent even. Reason told him to give up. There was no evidence for his presence. Two archangels pretty much said it was useless. And still…
Castiel spread his wings, ready to take of. If a human could tap into the higher dimensions, he would see a brilliant figure standing on the top of a cliff, with wings, more that four meters each, black, yet glowing from the inside at the same time.
So how is it? It's my first ever attempt at writing fanfiction, I have to admit.