The Lies We Tell

Chapter 2: Miracles

Written by RippleInThePond

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Dean and Sam walked into Mia's, a popular café in the area, picking up the local newspaper as they walked by the stand that stood next to the door. After being led to a table by a waitress, they sat down and looked over the menu quickly.

Dean smiled flirtatiously at the waitress after he decided what to order, looking her over. Sam rolled his eyes before speaking.

"I'll take the chicken caesar salad with a banana protein shake." He handed her his menu and looked at Dean to see that he was still checking her out. Keeping a straight face, he kicked Dean hard under the table, knocking him out of his reverie.

Dean glared at Sam before smiling at the waitress.

"I'll take a deluxe double bacon burger with curly fries and a slice of apple pie with extra whipped cream." He handed his menu to her, looking at her behind as she walked away.

"Dude! Seriously!?" He turned to Sam and smiled.

"What? I'm not allowed to appreciate the finer things?" Sam shook his head in disbelief, picking up the newspaper from where he placed it on the table. Dean laughed and did the same, scanning for a possible case.

Lucifer had been keeping quiet. Sam and Dean had no leads whatsoever concerning him, so they had decided to act like somewhat normal hunters again.

The waitress returned in a little bit with their orders and Sam gave a nod of thanks, putting down his newspaper. Dean put his newspaper down as well and gave her a lecherous grin. She scrunched her nose and scoffed at him before she walked away. They ate their food, Dean, practically stuffing the burger down his throat. After somewhat finishing their food, they picked their newspapers up and looked for a possible case.

"Hey Dean, I think I got something. In Geneva, New York, there are apparently miracles happening all over. Tumors disappearing right before surgery, the blind being able to see again, the senile becoming completely sane. Tons of miracles. They're calling it 'The Blessing'." Dean laughed slightly.

"Sammy, we have to find Lucifer. No breaks. We can not afford them. We need to find him before he decides that it is time to get dressed for prom!" Sam shook his head, "What we need to do is take a break. We are running ourselves ragged looking for him. We don't have any leads at the moment, so we should go do something normal."

Dean smirked at Sam. "Since when has there been anything normal for us?" Sam glared at him as Dean took a bite of his pie. After swallowing, he looked Sam in the eye.

"As much as I hate to admit it, you have a point. Alright," he took a large last bite of his pie, "les ro hare den." Sam shook his head and groaned. "I can't believe I am related to you." Dean smirked, his mouth full of pie and stood up as he put on his jacket.

After paying for their meal, they left the diner and headed out to the Impala.

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One hour into the 1½-hour ride to Geneva, they heard a flutter of wings and the impala swerved to the side as Dean saw Castiel in the back seat out of the corner of his eye.

"Dammit, Cas! Stop doing that!" Dean huffed as he straightened the car.

"My apologies Dean. Do you have any leads concerning Lucifer?"

"None. It was decided that we need a break though, so we are taking a normal case." Cas nodded in understanding. "I see. Where are you headed?"

"Little place called Geneva. It is big on its wineries. Apparently a string of miracles have been occurring. People spontaneously being healed. People being saved out of no where. Impossible coincidences."

Sam turned and looked back at Cas, "We thought that this might be a little up your alley due to the miracles part. Any ideas?" Cas sat quiet for a minute, contemplating. "An angel possibly. Or a blessed one, but a blessed one has not lived in a very long time, so I doubt that that is the case."

Dean grimaced, "Great. More friggin' angels. Like we didn't have on our plates already." Cas looked down in shame and sadness. Dean caught his mistake surprisingly quick and frantically added, "Except for you Cas. Pretty sure you are the only angel that I don't have a problem with." Cas looked up at him and gave a barely visible smile.

"May I accompany you for this case? If an angel is involved, I may be of some service." Sam nodded and Dean gave a slight laugh as he kept his eyes on the road.

"Dude, you're always helpful even when angels aren't involved. You are like the special little secret weapon," Dean turned and looked back at Cas. "I don't have any problem with you coming along." Cas settled back into the car as they completed the drive.

When they arrived, they went to a hotel and booked a room. The room was a blank tan with two queen sized beds a table a chair, a small tv, a mini fridge, and microwave.

After dropping their stuff on their respective beds, Sam turned on the tv.

"-ast night, another miracle occurred on 42 Castle Street. 16-year old Maria Hachet was hit by a bus and was flung across the road. She walked away without any injuries. The doctors are yet again stumped by this phenomenon. Other people who have experienced these miracles said that it felt as if someone had physically protec-" Dean turned the tv off and turned to look at Sam.

"Looks like we know who to visit tomorrow. I'm gonna go take a shower. You do your research thing and see if there is anything else that this could be besides an angel." Dean left the room and Sam turned to get his computer and saw Cas standing at the door.

His head was tilted to the side inquisitively as he stared at nothing..

"Cas, you alright?" He turned his head toward Sam. "I'm fine. Just thought I felt something. It is not of import." Sam nodded his head and grabbed his laptop. Sam logged on and searched for things that could create miracles.

Dean walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. He was towel drying his head and as he lifted his head, he saw Castiel standing next to the door still. His back was completely straight as if he was awaiting an attack.

"Cas, man. You alright?" Sam looked up at Dean and then looked at Cas, becoming worried as he saw why Dean had asked.

"I feel it again . It is familiar yet not, as if it was part of a dream... It is rather surreal."

"What does it feel like?"

"...angelic grace. To be specific, an archangel's grace," he tilted his head again in a way that was uniquely Cas. "The strange thing is, I have been near all of the archangels at least once. I know the feel of their grace. This grace... I don't recognize it. It is incredibly powerful." Sam stared at Cas in confusion. "What does that mean?" Castiel turned to Sam, his expression completely serious.

"I don't know."

Dean grabbed his clothes and headed back to the bathroom, but turned back at the door. "Sammy, look up some info on archangels. Look for inconsistencies," He slipped into the bathroom and closed the door only to come back out a moment later fully dressed. "Maybe there is something about the archangels that we don't know."

"You may not know it Dean, but I would." Cas walked over to the chair and sat down. "I am a still a member of the heavenly host. We know all there is to know about the archangels. There is nothing you can find on Sam's computer that I do not already know." Dean lounged on his bed as he looked at Cas.

"That may be so, but there is no harm in checking whether or not there is something we don't know, Cas." Castiel nodded and Sam stood up and dropped his laptop in Dean's lap.

"You can look for the unknown information. I need to take a shower." Sam walked toward the bathroom, but turned around sharply. "Don't watch any porn! Or read it for that matter!" He turned back around and continued to the bathroom and took his shower, while Dean researched. After a little while, Dean closed the laptop and set it on Sam's bed.

"Cas, is there anything about the archangels that we should know that you haven't told us?"

"Anything that I have not revealed about the archangels is not of import." Dean looked at Cas, his expression slightly doubtful. "I believe that there might be something of import, as you put it, but you do not think that we need to know."

Sam walked out of the bathroom and sat on his bed. Dean looked at him quizzically. "That was quick. Did you not give extra care to your luscious locks, Sammy?" Sam glared at Dean and then turned to clear his bed.

"No, you were just too busy to notice that twenty minutes went by." He sat down on his bed, gun in hand, and turned to Cas. "You staying or going?" Cas sat still for a moment before replying, "I will stay and research. It seems that whatever is causing these miracles is an unknown." Sam nodded and laid down as Dean placed the knife under his pillow and laid down with his hand curled around the hilt. They were both asleep within seconds.

"Good night."

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