The Year: 2015
The Case: Crowley.
Dean stared out at the road blankly as it stretched out across from him. He was once again behind the wheel of his beloved baby. He hadn't really driven the Impala as much as he'd liked recently, due to circumstances. But now, They had a case and a big one. Sam was beside him and Cas, well Cas was in the backseat, as usual. But they where all together, and that's what mattered most to the man. He wasn't one for touchy-feely shit, But he couldn't lie to himself and say that at that particular moment, things didn't feel alright.
But he'd be an idiot to think they'd last that way. Good things never lasted, that was a fact he'd learned throughout his life. The good ended, good people died, they got hurt, somehow, no matter how much they fought, It always seemed the douche bags where winning. It didn't mean he wouldn't fight though. Nothing would stop him.
Turning down the radio, which was blasting Metallica, Dean glanced back at the angel and then toward his brother, which not surprisingly had his face buried into a map.
"Sam, You don't have to look at that. We have Angel Atlas in the back seat. He knows where Crowley is hiding. We'll find his short ass soon."
He wasn't sure what his younger brother was thinking, Dean felt like that often now, So out of touch with Sam. The other man had grown distant over time, as things happened to them and around them, Sam slowly retreated. He wasn't going think about that now though, There where more pressing matters at hand, For one, Crowley going rouge. The Winchesters had tolerated the demon for the most part because he was useful, But now, Dean wasn't sure that was possible any longer.
Castiel was sure of the Demon's whereabouts and Dean trusted the angel. They'd go to the spot, Confront Crowley and hopefully once and for all gank the son of a bitch. In Dean's opinion, He'd only caused more trouble then good; it was time to be rid of him.
Sam and his's relationship wasn't the only one strained, Since Dean had died and then 'returned' as a demon, Castiel has been more then a little cold with the man. He spoke to Dean, but with an almost formal politeness that Dean found somewhat painful.
He couldn't blame it all on Castiel, He was essentially different as well. Fiercer, more instinctual, he was over all more aggressive. And though he cared about the angel, His whole being fought against the friendship. They where enemies now, and that was a fact that Castiel seemed set on reminding the hunter about, as if he wasn't already hyper aware.
These where the thoughts that plagued him as they drove down that long dark stretch of road. Everyone was silent, and the air held an almost palpable tension. No one was the same as when they'd begun and Dean was sure things would only change more over the course of time.
"What if we don't find him, Dean? Crowley is good at disappearing. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't appear until he wants too."
Sam's words pulled Dean out of his revere and he shot a sideways look toward his brother. It wasn't as if he hadn't already thought of that, and the possibility was more then likely. But he was going to try, He'd find that stuck up piece of shit, and they'd kill him, No matter Crowley's 'plans' for him. Dean didn't want any part of it. None.
As a matter of fact, Before they killed Crowley, There where some answers he was going to get from the man.
No matter the cost.
