Learning To Fly

Chapter 1: A Good Night

Dean sighed as he once again woke up alone in bed. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, the bright morning sun stinging them. He let out a yawn loud and kicked the sheets off of himself and went into the bathroom to ready himself for the day ahead of him.

When he finished packing and checking out of the motel, he saw Sam leaning against his prized Impala, looking rather perturbed.

"Good morning little bro!" Dean said in a cheerful voice.

"You're in a good mood," Sam said as he tossed his pack into the trunk.

"Of course I am, and why aren't you?" Dean asked as he closed the trunk and slid into the drivers seat, Sam following suit.

"Well, considering that you kicked me out of the room to talk to Castiel and never came out, I had to sleep in the car!" Dean chuckled as the Impala roared to life.

"Yeah, well, Cas and I had a lot to talk about," he said with another chuckle. "I mean, with the Apocalypse and stuff."

"And what's this "stuff" since I mean, I'm a big part of the Apocalypse." Sam asked as he opened the window and let the rush of cold air blow against his face. He waited for an answer. A few minutes passed until he decided he waited long enough. He turned to ask again if Dean still didn't trust him enough, but he stopped. He stared at Dean who had a big, goofy smile on his face. Sam didn't really know what to think. He was confused.

"Dude," he said "are you high?"

"High from a good night," Dean mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing! I just got a good sleep that's all." Dean said as he kept his eyes on the road. Sam stared at his brother in wide, eyed disbelief.

"You're blushing!"

"Em not!" Dean lied, but he could feel the heat radiating off his face. He had to get out of this, distract Sam with something, anything. He had to find ––

"Hey, is that Bobby?"

"Oh no, don't you try to –– "

"No, really, it's Bobby." Dean said as he gestured towards the windshield. Sam turned and saw Bobby leaning against his car on the side of the road.

"Heh," was all Sam said as Dean pulled the Impala up behind Bobby car. Bobby looked up from his phone as he heard the roar of a motor die.

"Boys?" he said as Sam and Dean walked towards him. "What're you doing here?"

"We can ask you the same thing," Sam said. He was kind of upset for the interruption, he really wanted an answer out of Dean, but he was also glad to see Bobby. "Where ya headed?"

"Vegas." Dean looked surprised.

"A case ya idjit." That was Bobby for you.

"A case? In Vegas, lucky."

Bobby and Sam rolled their eyes. "Yeah, well, I was actually just about to call you for some help. No way one hunter can deal with what's going on there."

"What's going on there?" Sam asked.

"Vegas is full of demonic omens." A voice said from behind Sam and Dean, causing Sam to jump.

"Jeez!" he said as he stood next to Bobby, his hand on his chest trying to calm his beating heart. He looked towards Dean and saw his brother hadn't even flinched. Dean turned to Castiel and smiled.

"You went to Vegas?"

Castiel rolled his eyes, a gesture Sam never saw the angel do.

"I'm surprised you two haven't heard of anything yet."

"Why didn't you tell him last night?" Sam said to Castiel in a tone Dean couldn't quite pinpoint. Castiel turned to Sam. "We had other issues to talk about."

'Ah, sly Cas,' Dean thought with a grin. Sam sighed. "Fine," he said, "what's going on then?"

"You said demonic omens," Dean said.

"A ton," said Bobby.

"Any deaths?" Sam asked.

"That's what's weird," Bobby said. Sam raised his eyebrows and looked towards Dean. 'A ton of demonic omens and not one demon is killing? I mean, that's great, but why?"

"That's what we're going to find out," Castiel said.

Dean smiled, "You're coming with us to Vegas?"

"Yes."

Dean chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing?" Dean waved his hands in the air and headed towards the Impala.

"Lets go to Vegas."

"We're going there for a case, not to gamble ya idjit."

"Doesn't mean we can't have a little fun!" Dean shouted as he got in the car. Bobby turned to Sam. "Watch out for your brother will ya."

"Will do," Sam said with a sigh. Castiel walked up to the drivers side and peered in at Dean.

"Be careful."

"Of course."

"No, Dean, really...be careful, please," Castiel sounded almost pleading. Dean's eyebrows knitted together.

"Cas what's wrong?" Dean asked.

"Okay, lets go," Sam said as he hopped in the car and closed the door with a bang. Dean glanced at him then back out his window, only to find empty space. Castiel was gone.

"Tch, damn it," Dean muttered as he started the car and followed Bobby. He hated when the angel left him wondering.