Mind to Mind, Heart to Heart
Chapter One
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Anyone venturing into Singer's junk-yard on this unusually warm March day wouldn't have noticed anything out of the ordinary, just a young man intent on tinkering with the engine of a gleaming black Impala, parked in the shade of a shed cluttered with tools, dirty oil-rags and a variety of cannibalized parts of once classy cars.
Dean Winchester enjoyed working on the Chevy; it was refreshing just to be able to concentrate on his baby instead of fighting for his life against some supernatural creature.
He and Sam had been at Bobby's for nearly two weeks now, partly because Bobby seemed glad of their company and overtly pleased to have them around, and partly because everything was unnaturally quiet on the hunting front; no omens, weird sightings or strange deaths.
So Dean had passed most of his time with his head under the hood of the Impala while his little brother immersed himself in the ancient tomes in Bobby's library. Sam had renewed his standing offer to catalogue the books but was treated to Bobby's standard "mess with my books, boy and you're a dead hunter "glare.
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§ Dean! §
§ Yeah, Sammy. §
§ I've just stumbled on a book on ancient Veda rituals that had fallen down back of the old dresser in the corner of the library. Bobby couldn't even remember having it. § Sam's enthusiastic voice echoed in his mind.
§ Wow, I'm real excited for you, geek boy! §
Sam huffed back at Dean's ironic tone.
§ No need to huff and puff, Sam. The time has come for us to get our asses back on the road before you start to drive me nuts with your nerdy orgasms.§
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His Baby was better than new, the sun was shining, the music was blasting out from the speakers, the black asphalt was beckoning to him and Sam was riding shotgun; everything was as perfect as it could ever be in Dean Winchester's world.
In that moment, Dean accepted his lot. This is who he was; this was his life; this was where he was at his happiest. It was useless trying to pretend that anything else was going to satisfy him.
He turned his head towards his brother, the single most important person in his life.
§ Thanks Sammy! §
§ For what? Dean. § Sam's surprised voice echoed in his mind.
§ For existing, and for being my brother. §
§ Dean…. I…Right back at you bro. § and Dean vacillated at the wave of understanding, acceptance and love that Sam sent back through their link.
They found themselves using their mind-link more and more when they were alone, it was becoming easier than using their voices.
Sometimes they wondered how they had ever managed without it.
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Bushville, Iowa.
Dean entered the motel room taking care not to disturb the salt line, bags of food in hand, only to find Sam in his usual position, hunched over his lap-top.
§ Find anything interesting, Sammy? §
§ Nah, it seems that every supernatural critter has decided to call it quits. It's pretty strange, Dean.§
§ Well, look on the bright side, no poor sucker is getting clawed, strangled or eaten! §
Dean peeked over Sam's shoulder at the screen.
§ Isn't that Dr. Visyak, Bobby's friend; the dragon lady? §
§ Yeah, she's holding a seminar on Chimerical Creatures at a University not far from here. Why don't we go, Dean. We're doing nothing but sleeping and eating anyway. §
Sam turned his well-oiled, practically infallible, pleading puppy-gaze on his brother, well-aware that spending hours in a crowded hall listening to a series of lectures wasn't Dean's idea of a fun way of passing the time.
Dean didn't quite manage to turn away quickly enough, and the soft pleading eyes of his brother hit him full force.
" Are you still gonna be using those eyes to get your own way until you're a hundred? " Dean's voice reverberated loudly in, the up till now, silence of the room.
" No, Dean. Just until you continue to cave in! " came the unabashed reply.
" Bitch!"
"Jerk!"
Dean shook this head, accepting the fact that there was little he could deny Sam.
The only time was when his little brother was hurt or in danger; dragging Sam's ass to safety would always come before anything else, even the eyes!
So that's how he found himself getting bored to tears in a crowded University Hall next to an engrossed Sam whose attention never wavered from the lecturer.
§ Sammy. §
§ What! §
§ I have to take a leak. §
§ What the Hell, Dean! I should care, why? §
§ Okay, okay, sorry to interrupt! §
"Wow," Dean murmured to himself, "he really must be interested; no bitch-face!"
He pushed open the outer doors and made his way over to the Impala, breathing in the fresh evening air.
"Hey, baby, we're gonna spend some quality time together until this bore-fest is over and Sam decides to call it a night."
He heard a rustling noise and turned around, nearly banging his face against Castiel who still couldn't seem to get his mind round the concept of "personal space"
"Cas, what the hell! "
"I am sorry, Dean. I did not mean to violate your space."
" Yeah, whatever! Is something up?"
" No, Dean. I was nearby and I thought I would drop in to see if you and Sam were well."
Dean looked at him as if he had sprouted an extra head, technically quite possible for an angel, he thought to himself. He seemed to remember that douche-bag Zachariah saying he had four.
" You thought you would drop in?" repeated Dean sarcastically. "You hardly ever come when we call, unless we have a Heavenly Weapon sighting, and now you're making unsolicited house visits! Have you won your little war in Heaven or what!"
" That is unfair, Dean. You know the affairs of Heaven need my constant attention. Are you and Sam here for a reason? Are you on a hunt? "
"Nah, Sam needed to feed his geek addiction; it's never a good thing to leave him too long without a fix."
"I understand. Is he well? How is his wall holding up. "
"What's with all the questions, Cas?" Dean asked curious.
"I was only trying to make conversation but as my presence does not seem to be appreciated, I will get back to my duties!"
"Cas, wait. I didn't mean to…." Dean found himself speaking vainly to empty air as the angel disappeared.
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§ Dean! Are you okay? Is there something wrong? Where have you disappeared to? §
§ I'm fine, Sasquatch. I've just had a very strange visit from Cas. I'll tell you all about it later. §
§ Fine. Dr. Visyak is just about finish up here anyway. See you in ten.§
TBC
