Winchesters:
"What just happened," Sam said, approaching Dean. They got into the car and talked while they drove to the motel they were staying at.
A look of confusion crossed his face. "I don't remember."
"You don't remember talking to those kids just two seconds ago?"
"No I remember," Dean said.
"Why did you listen to the little girl," Sam questioned.
"I don't know. It was like I wasn't in control," he responded.
"Do you know of any creature that can control your mind?"
"I've never heard of anything that could do that, except maybe angels."
"Call Cas and ask him about it."
"Why do I always have to call him," Dean complained.
"Because you share a more profound bond," Sam stated.
"Whatever. Fine I'll call him."
They got out of the car and shut the doors in unision. As they walked into the door, Cas was there waiting for them.
"Sam. Dean. What can I help you with?" They quickly filled him in on what had happened.
"Do you know of anything that could possibly do that," Sam asked.
"Like you said Angels might be able to do that, but I haven't sensed any in the area," he said looking thoughtful.
"Well I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving. Let's go get something to eat," Dean said walking towards the door. "Are you coming Cas?"
"I guess I'll come with you and see if I can sense anything in the public."
Maximum Ride POV
We had just got into the city when this happened, so of course the flock was now starved. Nudge had her heart set on eating at a diner that she saw when we were flying. But since Gazzy and Iggy were so intent on eating at some famous pizza, place we split up. The boys went to the pizza place and the girls went to the diner. Not that I had minded. We were still within three blocks of each other. But of course we had to take Total. Angel had to use her creepy mind control to get him in. I had just gotten my dessert, when my day got a little more interesting.
That's when we saw the two FBI guys. Again. Except this time they were accompanied by a third person. He was shorter than the other two, had bright blue eyes, and wore an overcoat. But I just couldn't understand why his tie was on backwards. I mean surely the other two could have told him how to fix it or something.
They went straight to a table and began to order.
"Nudge, Ange, those two FBI guys are sitting in a booth at three o'clock. If we get any trouble, we go out the back door and do an up and away," I said.
"But I just got my dessert," Nudge complained.
"Max," Angel said as she watched the men. "that man over there has very weird thoughts. Some of them are in a language I've never heard before. It's as if he's from a different country and doesn't completely understand everything." she said glancing back at me curiously.
"Mayber he is," I answered.
Just then the newcomer looked over at our table as if he heard us talking.
Winchesters:
Castiel's eyebrows pulled together, as if he was confused. He tilted his head slightly to the side.
"Yo, Cas. Did you hear what I said? What are you looking at," Dean said following his gaze.
He was watching three of the kids that we had seen earlier. They had apparently split up because only the girls were in the booth. Aside from the little dog that sat near the youngest. His gaze lifted up to where the young one was staring at them curiously.
"Cas, what's wrong," Dean asked glancing back as Cas.
"I'm sensing powerful telepathic vibrations from that young girl over there," Cas said looking back at Dean.
"You mean she can read minds," Sam asked shocked.
"I believe so, but maybe even more."
Even though they were all the way across the diner, the oldest appeared to be listening somehow. She looked at us surprised for a second, and then said something to the others. They all reacted immediately heading out towards the back.
"Let's go," Dean said nodding his head towards where they just went and stood up.
As they hurried towards the back they heard multiple dishes clatter and break. They rounded the corner and saw that they had collided into a busboy. They were scattered on the floor in a tangled mess.
"Crap," the oldest one said, seeing that they were trapped.
"Relax," Dean said, putting his hands up in defense. "We just want to talk."
"If I had a nickel for every time I heard that," the tall one murmered.
"He's telling the truth Max," the little one said.