Insane and dead(Thank you very much)

by LoDGAsMedusa

Ghost!Cas AU. Sam and Dean were on one of their normal hunts but when another ghost(Castiel) shows up with ties to Crowley(Not to mention Meg)they can't help but be curious, even if the ghost is keeping them from burning Balthazar's bones. Of course when said ghost is taken by higher ups they can't help but get involved(even if they didn't know ghosts had higher ups)summary sucks!

2. Chapter 2

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They boys had put up salt wards and such and were currently researching, well, Sam was researching, Dean was just drinking beer and channel surfing. Sam's phone rang, Dean picked it up "Crowley? What the hell do you want?" NO, we definitely don't need your help- wait, Sam asked for help? Sammy seriously?" Sam shrugged "We got no leads and we need help, I don't see you having any better ideas so I texted him." Sam shifted the salt line and Crowley appeared drinking who-knows-what. "Hello boys, am I interrupting something? I haven't got all day so tell me: What's got you jumping left and right like a monkey with alcohol?" Sam glanced at Dean before talking "We were going to torch some bones-Crowley what?" Sam had noticed that Crowley was twitching and fidgeting, Crowley glared at him "Continue." Sam shrugged "Okay...Well we were digging bones but another ghost stopped us, saying they weren't the bones we were looking for then the ghost we were trying to torch, Balthazar, showed up to tell the dude something, we tried to shoot the dude after Balthazar left but the bullets stopped in midair and he forced us to leave." Crowley yawned "What a bore, anything useful?" Dean rolled his eyes "Well Balthazar called him Cassie of all things." Crowley paled slightly "Trench coat? Blue eyes? Deep gravely voice and kinda looks like a holy tax accountant?" Yup, Why, do y-" Crowley vanished before Sam could finish. Dean kicked the bed "Son of a bitch!" Crowley reappeared minutes late looking slightly put off. "Castiel,that's his name: Castiel Novak: Died in the late 1600's." Crowley stole Sam's beer and downed it, he frowned "Couldn't you get something less cheap?" Sam raised an eye "Sorry I didn't consider your tastes when I bought my beer. Why the heck are you drowning yourself in our cheap beer anyways?" Crowley did what Sam thought was a cross between a smirk and a grimace "Castiel and I have had some...dealings in the past, he hasn't exactly forgiven me yet." "Good reason I bet." Dean muttered. Crowley grabbed and downed Dean's beer and promptly vanished again. Sam sighed and begun to research this 'Castiel Novak'.

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