He saw her get thrown across the room, hitting the floor hard. When he tried to look at the person that attacked her, all he could see was a blurred face. The woman had long wavy, blonde hair and when she turned around to face the man, Sam saw that she had light blue eyes and very beautiful. She was wearing a short pink nightdress and had blood at the corner of her mouth along with cuts and bruises on her arms and legs. She backed away from her attacker as he approached her.
"Where is he, Jessica?" the man asked.
The woman didn't answer and glared at him. But her bravado didn't last long when her attacker grabbed her ankle and twisted her leg, breaking it. She screamed loudly in pain and turned around, trying to crawl away from the man.
The man only followed her as she crawled, chuckling in amusement. "Now, Miss Novak, you know that won't do you any good," he said.
Sam blinked, seeing that the scene changed. Now the room was dark and both the man and woman were nowhere to be seen. He looked around and saw that the room had been cleaned up, showing no evidence of the fight earlier.
Then he heard something drop on the floor.
He looked down and saw something dark drip onto the floor and knelt down to inspect it until another drop landed right next to it. Sam looked up to the ceiling and his breath hitched at what he saw.
The woman was pinned to the ceiling and had a large slash across her torso, but she was still alive. He could see her struggling to breathe.
The ceiling suddenly burst into flames and quickly surrounded her, slowly burning her too.
"No!" he shouted, trying to help her.
"Sam, wake up!" a voice shouted to him.
"Sam! SAM! Wake up!" Dean shouted at his brother, trying to shake him awake.
His brother's eyes snapped opened and he sat up, looking around frantically. "What…What happened?" he asked.
"You had another nightmare," Dean told him. "Was it another vision?"
Sam nodded, rubbing his hands over his face as he tried to calm down and get his heartbeat back to normal. "Yeah," he replied. "It was this woman…she was getting attacked by someone. I know it was a demon because he broke her leg by just twisting it like it was a toy. He asked her where is 'he,' but she didn't tell him anything. Then I saw her pinned to the ceiling and then flames…surrounded her."
"Do you remember what she looked like?" Dean asked, handing his brother a cup of water.
"Yeah, she had long wavy, blonde hair and light blue eyes. Very beautiful," Sam told him.
Dean sighed irritably and rolled his eyes. "Well that narrows it down," he said sarcastically. "Do you know how many women in the world fit that description?"
"Jessica Novak…," Sam said, mostly to himself. "The demon called her 'Miss Novak' and Jessica. Maybe we can find out from that?" He walked over to the small dining table and sat down next to it, turning his laptop on.
"Are you…using Facebook to find her?" Dean asked, a little flabbergasted at his brother using social media to help. It something that Dean still needed time getting used to. Two things he did love though, was his '67 Impala and classic rock music. But social media and other things like it didn't make him too comfortable.
Sam chuckled as he looked through the profiles. "It does help narrow it down…," he said, immediately seeing the woman in his dreams. "That's her. That's the woman from my vision."
Dean looked at the screen, seeing a beautiful woman standing next to a man slightly shorter than her and another man who was the same height as her and hiding his face. "Hn, she is hot," Dean said, looking at her name. "Jessica Novak. Lives in Pontiac, Illinois, single, interested in guys, and is an Aquarius. Hey! Her birthday is the same day as mine! Maybe it's a sign that she and I…you know."
"Very funny," Sam said sarcastically. "But at least we know where she's at. We can protect her from whatever is coming after her."
"And how exactly do we tell her that a demon is going to kill her?" Dean asked, crossing his arms. "I doubt it's very common to go up to anyone and tell that a demon is going to kill them for no apparent reason."
Sam shook his head. "No, this demon is after her for something. If we can find out who she knows, maybe we can protect the guy too."
"And you're sure it's a guy?" Dean asked.
"Yes. The demon asked her where he is," Sam told him. "Maybe we can find the guy too." He got up and began packing his stuff. "We have to hurry, Dean."
"We can't stop for breakfast?" his brother asked, looking a little sad.
Sam sighed and gave his brother an irritated look. "Dean, the life of a woman and possibly a man in our hands, and you want to go to a diner and eat?"
"We can take it to go," Dean pointed out.
"Fine," Sam said, rolling his eyes.
It was night by the time they got there. There were still quite a few people out and about the small town, but none of them were Jessica Novak.
"Time to walk around?" Sam suggested. "Somebody is bound to know where she is. This isn't a big town."
"Yeah, let's go," Dean told him, getting out of the car. They walked over to the nearest bar, seeing a lot of people dressed up in costumes when they got inside. "Is it Halloween?"
Sam sighed, looking at the sign. "No, but they're having a little pre-Halloween celebration. People are welcomed to dress up and they're having a costume contest among the employees." He sat down across from his brother and waited for someone to come take their order. "So, how are we going to find or ask for her? It seems like almost all of the young adults in this town are here."
Dean was about to reply when a waitress came over. She was dressed up as a sexy nurse with the white stockings stopping at her mid-thigh though the dress was barely long enough to cover the rest of her legs. The small platform heels added another two to three inches to her height and made her long legs seem longer. Both Dean and Sam's eyes went wide when they saw it was Jessica Novak standing in front of them. "Hello," she greeted with a warm, friendly smile. "You guys new to our town?"
Sam was the first to recover from his shock and nodded. "Yes, we just got in a few minutes ago and figured we could use a drink. I'm Sam and this is my brother, Dean."
She smiled, handing them menus. "Well, my name is Jessica. You can call me Jess if you want," she informed them. "So what will you have to drink?"
"I'll take a beer," Dean replied.
"Same here," Sam told her.
"Okay, I'll be right back," she said, walking off.
Dean looked over to his brother and grinned. "She's hotter in person," he said, seeing Sam scowl at him. "What? She's hot. Tell me you don't think she's hot?"
Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, she's very pretty," he said. "But at least we know where she is. Now we just have to follow her."
"Follow who?" Jess asked as she approached with their drinks. "You're not stalkers are you?"
Dean chuckled as he took his glass. "Nothing, just talking nonsense, nurse."
Jess arched her eyebrow suspiciously then gave them a friendly smile. "Alright, so are you ready to order?"
"I'll have the cobb salad," Sam told her.
"And I'll have the double bacon cheeseburger with steak fries on the side," Dean replied, winking at her when he handed his menu to her. "And maybe your phone number?"
She laughed, shaking her head. "Or I can give you my older brother's number," she countered. "Try not to get grabby, both of my brothers are here and they can get pretty protective."
"You have older brothers?" Sam asked curiously.
She nodded. "Yes, two older brothers. They may not seem like much, but trust me, they're tough. They're the men dressed as angels, togas, wings, and all. Anyways, I'll be back with your order." She walked off, seeing Castiel sitting at the bar with Gabriel, quietly drinking his glass of beer. "Hey, we might have a situation...," she told them, nodding to the table that she was just at.
Both of her brothers looked over to the table. Castiel looked away just as he saw them turning to look at them. "What are their names?"
She shrugged, refilling Gabriel's glass. "I don't know, but I heard them talking about following someone."
"Do you think they're murderers?" Castiel asked, seeing that Gabriel was still staring at them. "Gabriel, stop staring at them. They'll think we want a confrontation with them."
Gabriel sighed and rolled his eyes. "Can't you just say 'pick a fight' with them? Seriously bro, you speak like you're from the old times. Speak like a guy in his mid-twenties and not like an old man."
"There is nothing wrong with the way I speak," Castiel defended. "And we don't look intimidating while wearing these…costumes that you picked out."
"Stop being such a sour puss," Gabriel said with a hearty chuckle. "No one will ever take us seriously so we have the advantage of catching them off guard." He got up when he heard one of his favorite songs come on and gave a loud hoot, grabbing the nearest lady to dance with him. His siblings just shook their heads in amusement, watching as a lot people began dancing.
Jess walked over to Dean and Sam's table, handing them their food and refilled their glasses. Dean watched her as she walked back, seeing that she was talking to her brother, the one with dark hair. The man didn't look like much, but Dean knew to never judge a book by its cover. The man wasn't scrawny and had lean muscles from the way his arms were built. The toga didn't really give him a good view of the rest of his body, but he could tell the man wasn't too tall and he was obviously taller than his brother. He looked to his brother as he ate some fries. "You know, if there is a demon after her, we'll have to look out for her brothers too."
"I know," Sam replied. "But we can't exactly tell them that she's going to be attacked by a demon who wants her dead for no apparent reason."
"But what if there is a reason?" Dean asked. "What if the demons are after her or her brothers for some reason we don't know about?"
"We still have to protect them," Dean pointed out. "We'll stick around, pretend to be their friends, kill the demon when he comes after Jess, then leave. Simple as that." He saw Sam looking to where Jess was and saw her laughing at something her brother said and could practically hear what was going on in his head. He knew that longing look. It was something that he got whenever they stayed in a town for over a week. "Hey, don't go thinking about that domestic crap right now. You hear me?"
Sam frowned as he took another bite of his salad. "Dean…it's been a long time. Don't you think it's time to…?" He stopped when he heard his brother growl.
"No," Dean said harshly. "I won't stop until I find out the truth. Whoever did it, will pay. And I won't stop until I do." He stiffened when he smelled a familiar scent…something he hadn't smelled in a long time.
His angel…
He turned around, seeing Jess' dark-haired brother walking back to his seat to his seat at the bar after going to the jukebox. He got up and walked over to where the dark-haired man was sitting, seeing that another man was flirting with him though it was obvious the dark-haired man was trying to brush him off. But the man kept touching his knee while he was kindly pushing it off. His scent was even more intoxicating as he got closer, smelling his angel again. Without warning, he threw his arm around the man's shoulder. "Hey babe, sorry I'm late," he said casually.
Castiel was about to tell this next man to get off of him until he looked into a pair green eyes. The man was handsome even a little cute with the light dusting of freckles across his nose. He was about to speak until the man that was hitting on him tried to get his attention again. He pushed the man's hand off his arm. "I'm sorry sir, but I'll have to refuse." He looked at the green-eyed man, seeing that he was holding his hand out to him just as a new song came on. He took the man's hand and let him lead to where other couples were dancing to the slow song. The man wrapped his arms loosely around his waist while he wrapped his arms around his neck, slowly moving along with him as they danced. "Thank you…you didn't have to do that."
Dean just smiled and shook his head. "It's no problem." His heart was beating fast in joy as he looked down at the man after seeing what the dark-haired man looked like. He looked just like his angel with the same messy black hair, same deep blue eyes, the same deep gravelly voice, and smelled just like him. "What's your name, angel?"
"Castiel," he replied.
Dean's breath hitched as he heard the name and looked into the man's eyes to see if he was lying. "Castiel?" he asked. "That's your real name?"
Castiel nodded. "Yes…my parents thought it would be a unique name."
So not only did he look and smell like his angel, he even had the same name as him. Had his silent prayers finally been answered? Was this really his angel? Dean wanted so badly to take him far away and ravish him, but he knew he couldn't. He knew that this man couldn't be his Castiel. This one was of the modern day world and if it was him, wouldn't he recognize Dean? Dean would like to think they'd been soul mates or something close to it, considering his angel had been willing to turn human for him. "I think it's a good name," he said.
The dark-haired man smiled shyly. A part of him was nervous while another part felt…complete. Like a part of him that he didn't know was missing was now back. "What's your name?" he asked the man.
"Dean. Dean Winchester," Dean answered.
"You're new to this town, aren't you?" Castiel asked.
Dean nodded and chuckled. "Yeah, my brother and I were passing through here and decided to spend the night. Didn't think I'd meet an angel."
Castiel felt his cheeks burn slightly and looked down. "My older brother forced me to wear this…I lost a bet to him."
"Kinda glad you lost, no one else looks like they could be an angel," Dean told him honestly. The costume was not much different than what his Castiel wore, minus the fake wings and halo.
"Now you're just making fun of me," Castiel stated.
The taller man chuckled again and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I'm not lying, Cas. You look amazing."
Castiel's eyes widened at the nickname then felt a sudden sharp pain in his head.
"I'm not lying, Cas. You look amazing."
Castiel looked around, seeing that they were lying out in a field of grass then looked up at the man hovering above him…Dean. "Dean, I don't know…" He felt nervous with the man looking at him with those green eyes that shining with lust and love. Knowing what they were about to do was forbidden, but at the same time he wanted this…he wanted to feel Dean inside him.
"Trust me, Cas…"
"Cas? Cas, are you okay?" Dean asked. He'd pulled the man aside when he saw Castiel hold his hand to his head in pain.
The dark-haired man looked up at him, wondering what just happened. The pain in his head went away, but he didn't know where that…vision came from. He looked up at the man holding him, seeing the concern on his face. "I'm fine," he said. "For some reason, a sharp pain went through my head, but it's gone now. It's not of import."
Hell, he even spoke like his Cas too. But he kept himself calm and casual when all he wanted to do was take this man far away. When he heard the song end, he began walking Castiel back to his seat until he heard another slow song start playing. He gently pulled Castiel back and gave him a small smile. "Sorry…but wanna continue?" The dark-haired man nodded and Dean pulled him close, this time holding him a little tighter but loose enough to where the man wouldn't feel uncomfortable.
While they danced, Sam was watching them and wondering why this man looked exactly like Castiel. He remembered meeting the angel a few times in the past. Either way, it seemed like his brother was attracted to the man. But deep down, Sam knew it couldn't last. This man was human and his brother was…Sam wondered if Dean knew too.
"Need a refill?" Jess asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.
He gave her a small smile and shook his head. "No thanks. I'm done for the night." He looked over to where Dean and her brother were dancing and nodded to them. "Seems like our brothers are getting along."
Jess smiled as she picked up his plate. "Yeah, seems like it. I've never even seen Cas let anyone get that close to him."
"Cas?" Sam asked.
"His name is Castiel," Jess informed him. "Your brother saved him from getting hit on by the local flirt. That guy has been trying to get Cas to go out with him for years, but Cas hasn't and probably never will say yes."
"Sounds like he doesn't like many people getting close to him," Sam stated.
Jess nodded and sat down in Dean's seat, watching her brother dance with Sam's brother. "So, what brings you and your brother here?" she asked Sam.
"Business," Sam lied. "We were passing by here on our way back home and decided to stay here for the night."
She smiled and stood up in front of him, holding her hand out. "Well, come on. You can say you danced with a small town girl before you go."
Sam looked at her in shock and shook his head nervously. "N-No. I can't. I don't dance."
"Don't or can't?" Jess countered, still holding her hand out. She gave him a warm smile. "You're not going to embarrass me by refusing, are you? I'll have you know, the whole town will know about it and I won't hear the end of it until my older brother does one of his sick pranks."
Sam was about to refuse again, but she grabbed his wrist and pulled him up. He was surprised by how strong she was as she dragged him over to the area where the couples were dancing. She put his hands on her hips and put her hands on his shoulders. "A-Are you sure about this?" Sam asked nervously. He'd never danced with a woman before in his long life and wasn't sure about what to do.
Jess nodded and started swaying slowly. "Yes," she said, keeping a firm grip on his shoulders to show him that she wouldn't let him get away easily. "You know…you're the first guy I've ever met that I can four inch heels and still look up at him. I can't wear them with any of the guys in this town. I usually have to wear flats whenever I go on dates."
He chuckled, trying his best not to step on her feet or look too awkward. They continued to dance with Jessica laughing once in a while whenever he accidentally bumped his foot into hers or almost stepping on it. After the song was done, she walked him back to his table. "T-Thanks," he said nervously as he sat back down in his seat. "Sorry for stepping on your feet."
She waved it off and smiled. "Don't worry about it, but now you have to vote for me for the competition my coworkers and I are having. I expect to hear you and your brother rooting really loud for me. Sounds fair?"
"Sounds fair," he agreed, watching her walk back to the bar. He saw Dean walking back to their table and looked at him. "Dean…?"
"It has to be him, Sammy," Dean said, sitting in his seat. "I swear it's him. He looks, smells, and talks just like him."
"He's human," Sam pointed out. "Even if it him, he doesn't remember anything, does he? Did he recognize you, Dean?"
Dean looked down and sighed wearily. "No…he didn't recognize me."
"Dean…I know you miss him, but this man is a human and knows nothing of the supernatural," Sam told him. "Everything you did back then…was because you wanted answers. Are you going to risk this guy and his life just because he looks like Castiel?"
"His name is Castiel," Dean revealed. "You can't tell me it's just a coincidence that he just happens to be named Castiel just because his parents thought it would be cool?"
"Even so, every person that has gotten close to us dies, Dean. If it is Cas, do you really want him to be part of this life? Risking it every day to hunt?" Sam asked him. He didn't want to sound cold, but it was the only way to get his brother to listen to him. And it was the truth. This Castiel was human and fragile. He would only live for a short time already and if he was with Dean…his life would be shortened. "Dean, I don't want to sound mean, but…it's true."
Dean was about to say something when a man grabbed the microphone and began to talk. "Alrighty, folks, it's time to vote for the best dressed among the workers here! Make sure to cheer loud and proud for your favorite one!" The man began naming the workers as they walked to the center of the bar so everyone could see them. He saw that their waitress, Jess was seventh in line and was laughing along with her coworkers and friends.
"Jess said to make sure we root really loud," Sam said, feeling his cheeks heat up a little. "Said it's my way of paying her back for stepping on her feet while we danced."
Dean smirked as he saw that she next in line. "Well, I don't mind rooting for her. With those long legs? She can wear those heels and kick my ass any day." When they heard the announcer call out Jess, he and Sam began cheering loudly for her along with her brothers. She smiled as she walked to the center of the bar and waved to the people then walked away after a few seconds. He winked at his brother playfully. "I'm sure you're imagining those long legs wrapped around you and-"
"Dean!" Sam growled.
The older brother just laughed and watched as the rest of the workers were announced then all of them walked in a line to the center of the bar and waited for the man to announce the winner. "And the winner is… Miss Jessica Novak!"
Everyone cheered for her as her and Castiel's brother came up and lifted her up slightly while hugging her though it was obvious she was taller than him. Dean saw Castiel give her a small smile and gave her a small hug. The siblings posed for one of her coworkers taking a picture of them
Then everything happened too fast. Dean looked around the bar for no reason and saw a group of men talking to each other and nodded. He saw that all of their eyes went completely black. Then, one of them pulled out a gun and aimed it to where Jess and her brothers were. "Look out!" he shouted.
A gunshot was heard then people began screaming and running away.
Dean looked to where they fired and saw that Castiel was on the ground, bleeding from his shoulder as Jess got out from under him. He ran over to them and turned Castiel. "Cas! Can you hear me?" Dean asked.
Castiel grunted in pain as Dean helped him sit up. "I'm fine…"
Dean looked around and saw that the demons escaped during the madness then looked at his brother, nodding. The demons seemed to have escaped during the madness when everyone was screaming and running. "Okay, we have to get out of here," he told them, helping Castiel stand. He held the man close as they ran out of the bar with Sam and Jess.
Once they were outside, Castiel and Jess looked around frantically for Gabriel. "Gabe!" Jess shouted.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked them, helping Castiel into the Impala.
"Our brother is missing," Castiel told him, holding his shoulder to keep the blood from flowing too much. "He went after those guys that shot at us."
"It's no use," Sam told them, putting his hands on Jessica's shoulders. "We're not gonna be able to find him in this mess. He and those guys are long gone now." He gently nudged her to the car and she got in next to her brother.
Dean drove off once everyone was inside to Castiel and Jessica's home that they shared with their brother. After making sure that there was no one around, they hurried inside. Dean made sure Castiel was sitting comfortably on the couch while Sam began putting salt around the doors and windows of the house. "Is everything set?" Dean asked as he walked downstairs after putting salt in every room.
"Yeah, no way they're getting in here," Sam told him. "What are we going to do? Now they know someone is after them. We can't exactly tell them that demons want her dead."
Dean nodded. "True, but we also have to search for the missing brother. Who goes after a group of guys by himself? This guy must have a death wish." Both of them turned to walk out of the kitchen only see Jessica aiming a shotgun at them. "Whoa! Be careful with that! What are you doing?"
"They were demons," she stated. "I saw their true faces and I know about the supernatural world. I think you and Sam should sit down and start talking…"
The brothers looked at her in shock, mostly because she knew about the supernatural world and that she knew about the demons. "What are you?" Sam asked her.
"A psychic."
Author's Notes/Rambles
Alrighty! Second chapter is down and now we can get a real move on with the story!
What do you think of it so far?
