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Chapter Two
Castiel had no time to explore his new vessel. He had to adapt, and now.
Leaping to his feet, he bowled Crowley over, hand pressed against his gleaming forehead. "Sam. Where is he?" It was strange hearing Dean's voice when he spoke. But he couldn't think on that now.
When Crowley looked up at him his eyes glinted. "Well played there, Dean. Castiel." He smirked. "But I believe our little meeting is at an end." He pointed to the devil's trap Dean and Castiel had drawn on the ceiling earlier. When Crowley had thrown Dean against the wall, a piece of the tile had broken off and fallen. It was now useless.
"No," Castiel growled, but it was too late. Crowley was no longer there.
He straightened and glanced about the room, but knew Crowley was long gone.
"The… hell?"
Castiel spun around. Jimmy Novak was picking himself up from the floor, battering away the sparks on his trench coat. Frowning, he stepped over the circle of fire that was still burning bright.
With a snap of his fingers, Castiel diffused the flames and stepped forward. "Jim…"
Jimmy held up both his hands. "Let me guess… you want to get back inside me."
Castiel slowly clenched his fists. "That would be… ideal."
Jimmy rubbed at his upper lip, then gave a sort of apologetic shrug. "Look, pal… I know ya need me. But I don't get moments like these very often."
Castiel narrowed his eyes. "So then…?"
"So I'm saying no… For now." Jimmy stuck his hands in his pockets and gave Castiel a crooked grin. "I'm off to enjoy a little bit of freedom before you start banging me around again. Tell Dean in there that I'm sorry."
He began to make his way towards the exit, a springy bounce in his step. As he passed, Castiel grabbed him by the forearm. "How… long will I have to wait?"
Jimmy shrugged him off. "Who knows? I'll let ya know when I'm ready. Come on… give me 24 hours at least."
"Sam doesn't have 24 hours."
Jimmy began backing away, spreading his arms wide. "You've got a vessel. Use it. You can save Sam in any vessel—this one just needs a little break." And with a wave of his hand, he was out the door.
Castiel stood there a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. There was something nudging his conscience. Oh yes. Dean. Castiel opened his mind to let Dean's thoughts flow freely.
"The hell Cas? Why didn't you get back to your old vessel?"
"He won't let me at the moment," he replied apologetically. "He will though. Eventually."
"Eventually? Cas, we don't have eventually. I kind of want my body back."
Castiel pressed his lips—Dean's lips— together. Something was running through his mind that he just couldn't shake off. It almost seemed… better, for now at least, to have Dean as his vessel.
One less person to worry about.
And this way Dean wouldn't be able to do anything stupid, as was his habit.
He almost physically felt Dean banging against the walls of his consciousness. "Cas? You with me buddy?"
"Dean." He wouldn't like this. Not at all. "I'm going to let Jimmy have his day off."
There was a pause. "What?" The thought was sharp, disbelieving.
Castiel swallowed. "I can't exactly do anything else anyway. I can't get Jimmy back until he lets me."
"So… you're going to just walk around in my meat suit while Sam's life is on the line?"
"This can work, Dean."
"No. It can't. It can't Cas, do you understand me?"
"It has to," he murmured. "Now what's our next move?"
He could sense Dean's exasperation. "You're not serious."
"The plan?"
Dean had to give in. He had to comply. Besides, Castiel was the one who would be in charge here. And really in charge. There wasn't anything Dean could do about it. And Dean knew this.
A pause. "Fine!" Dean snapped. "Fine. Wear my crappy meat suit."
Castiel waited. He sensed Dean collecting his thoughts as best he could.
"Dude, this is so weird…"
"Dean."
"Okay. We need to find another demon and force it out of them."
Castiel cast his eyes to the ruined devil's trap above him. "That won't work, Dean. They fear Crowley more than us. They'll never talk."
"Well do you have any better ideas?"
Castiel looked down at his—Dean's—hands. They were rough and scabbed.
He couldn't track Sam because of the runes he'd put on his ribs. The best thing to do was find a bargaining chip—something that'd give Crowley no choice but to tell them where Sam is.
And he knew one person who was a pro at finding loop holes like that.
"We're going to Bobby's."
And with that single thought, he vanished from the room.
