Dean stared at Cas for a moment this time, "You okay? It looks like you're... I dunno, like in shock or something. You sure you're okay?" Cas nodded, avoiding Dean's concerned gaze, instead looking down at the tan carpeting on the floor. He thought about the same colored pale tile of the floor of the jewelry shop. Sam's red shirt crumpled beside his bed was too much, too lie the pooling blood that had surrounded the brothers back in the shop. He flew off without any warning. He went up to his favorite Heaven. That eternal Tuesday afternoon. It was a lovely garden really, and it helped him relax. Though, if it could help him relax after this... well, Cas just wasn't sure about that. It took a few minutes to get his thoughts in order. He thought about it logically. It obviously wasn't a dream... but some sort of illusion? Unless this was an illusion. He was still at the jewelry store. He quickly flew back to the hotel room, to find himself staring into the eyes of an anxious Dean. "Cas? You alright?" Cas took a step forward, reaching his hand out tentatively. He rested his hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean was solid. He felt real enough. Then maybe the time at the jewelry shop had been an illusion? But he could definitely remember feeling Dean's lifeless body in his arms. He remembered that too well. He looked up into Dean's eyes, worried green on awestruck blue. He saw that Dean's face had gone red from Cas's contact, and he quickly brought his hand off of Dean's shoulder. Sam interrupted, hoping to take away some of the awkwardness of the situation. "Uh, so... did you get anything on the case?" Something clicked in Cas's mind, he'd found the perfect excuse for why he would've suddenly flew off. "Yeah. She works at the store, her name is Ally Jones. Definitely the wraith. She did see me, and I think she suspects me. She'd not at the store now, she'll be at her house. 593 Palm Elm Street. That's why I left. To see if she was at the store." Dean beamed, and Cas could see the relief slide off of him. Cas was glad that he'd come up with the lie. He didn't like it when Dean worried about him.
They walked down to the breakfast area. As Cas walked through the door, the same light haired man nearly crashed into Cas, but Cas was able to jump quickly to the side. He stared at the light haired man as if he'd suddenly turned blue, and the man just glared at him angrily. Dean pulled him forward, "Ignore him. He's probably just-" Cas tuned out, looking around at the people in the diner. The couple that was sharing the blueberry pancakes, the woman flirting with her waiter, the man sitting alone in the corner booth eating his pancakes with maple syrup. Just the same as yesterday. "Cas? You still there? I asked you a question." Everything was the same. Everything was exactly the same as yesterday. Cas looked at Dean, "The plan... right. I guess we should go to her house, I'll wait in the car, she'd recognize me." The waitress came up with their coffee. She started to hand Sam his coffee, and Cas's hand shot forward to catch the coffee cup before it had the chance to spill all over the table. Dean grinned sloppily, "Nice reflexes!" Sam looked at him strangely before shaking his head. Cas just handed Dean his coffee, and the waitress thanked him before walking off. They eventually got their breakfast (Breakfast burrito for Sam, and stack of pancakes for Dean. Just the same as yesterday), and ate it, discussing their plans for what was going to happen with the wraith.
They got to 593 Palm Elm Street around the same time that they would've gotten to the jewelry store, if Cas hadn't told them to go to her house. Cas hid in the back of the Impala while Dean and Sam walked up to the door of the house. Cas felt something stir in his stomach. He didn't like letting Dan and Sam go into this without him my their sides. It was dangerous. Cas knew that thinking like this was irrational. They'd been doing this for a good amount of time before he came along, and... well it's not like he could say that they hadn't died, because by that point they'd both died respectively. But they were fine in the end. And he hadn't been kidding when he said that he would search in Hell for more than a hundred years for both of them if they died. Ally Jones answered the door. Cas couldn't hear what they were saying until she pointed at the car angrily, and started to walk over, "You!" She spat, "You told them who- WHAT I am!" Cas flew to the outside of the car, which obviously startled her, but then she smirked, "Angel, huh? So I can't kill you. But I can-" She plunged the spike on her hand suddenly into the side of Dean's head. Somebody screamed, and Cas didn't know whether it was him, or Sam, or both. He saw the light go out of Dean's eyes for the second time in less than 24 hours. Angel with a shotgun, fighting till the war's won, I don't care if Heaven won't take me back.
"What is this song anyway?" Sam stretched just like he did every day. Cas let out a relieved, yet nervous laugh. Dean ignored it, "Dude, have you been watching us all night? That's creepy." Cas ignored him just like he did on the first day. Instead he walked over to Dean, who had stood up (probably just about to say 'I'm gonna go brush my teeth. Pee. Take a shower.'), but instead Cas hugged him, grinning into the shirt that Dean had worn to bed that night. He felt Dean stiffen under his embrace, yet Cas still didn't let go. Finally Dean patted him awkwardly on the back, "You okay...?" Only when Cas broke away from the hug did he hear Sam's snickering from the corner. Dean shot him a look.
"I'm fine Dean. It's just... good to see you." Dean nodded, a trace of concern in his eyes, "Listen, I've got to pee. You know, take a shower, brush my teeth..." Dean hurried off towards the restroom as Sam asked him if there was anything new on the case. Cas froze at mention of the case, "Uh.. there is no case. It's not a wraith. Just coincidence." Cas nearly winced at the bad lie. Sam looked at him strangely, but shrugged all the same. "Great." He smirked, "No chance I'll tell Dean before he gets out of the shower. Otherwise he'll just take up all of the hot water. I'll actually shower then. Wasn't planning to, wanted to get a nice early start on the day. But now that there is no case..." Cas could tell that he was just talking to avoid talking about him hugging Dean. He knew how it must look in Sam's eyes... what with the whole thing with their conversation at the bar during the Jinn fiasco... but it wasn't like that... no. Not at all. Dean came out of the shower, avoiding Cas's eye. Sam slipped in, "Oh, Dean? No case. Wasn't a wraith." Dean stared angrily at Sam, "Dude! Not cool! I took a short shower so that we wouldn't be late!"
"Yeah, and I want to actually take a shower, you would've taken all of the hot water!" Sam's voice echoed from inside the bathroom. Cas could hear the shower head turn on again. Just as Dean turned to look at Cas, his eyes darting from his deep blue eyes to his lips, there was a series of thuds from the shower, and a shout of pain before the only noise was from the water coming out of the shower head. Dean snapped his attention towards the bathroom door, "Sam? You okay?" No answer, and a chill settled in Cas's chest.
"Sammy? Sam!" Dean opened the door, and Cas got a glimpse of a puddle of red before the inevitable came. Angel with a shotgun, fighting till the war's won, I don't care if Heaven won't take me back. Cas knew what it was, just not why, or who. This was some sort of sick time loop, one where either Sam, or Dean, or both died every day. The same day. An eternal Tuesday. Now wasn't that ironic.
A/N: Yeah. Time loop. Remember that Sam's time loop was before Cas came along, so there was no way that he could know about it. Also, yes, if Sam wouldn't have slipped in the shower, Dean would've kissed Cas. Apparently the hugging was too much for him. Anywho... Thanks to all who reviewed on the last chapter. I told you, the more reviews, the less depressing it gets! I mean, sure they're dying every day, so it's not pain-free... but I wouldn't have added the scene where Dean was about to kiss Cas unless you guys had reviewed. So think about it... four reviews is an almost kiss. Where do you think I'll go if I get ten reviews for this chapter? No smut guys. This story is rated T, and I'm not upping the rating! No! Bad readers for thinking like that! Shame on you. But I can't stay mad for long, I love you all too much! PLEASE like and comment! Thanks!
