Disclaimer: Don't own, not mine. I will go over there (points across the room) and pout now.
NOTE#1: This will be the shortest Chapter, sorry.
NOTE#2: Thanks for the reviews I have recieved, as well as favs and alerts. This is the longest mutli chapter story I have attempted so far, I hope it will be worth the wait for you, T.L.
Chapter 2
"I was told Sam's soul had been placed in an object for safe keeping by the same one that pulled Sam out." Cas said, taking Dean's arm and leading him out of the alley.
"So what you're telling me is that Crowley doesn't have it?" Dean got instantly pissed and yanked his arm out of Cas' grasp. He turned to angrily face Cas. "And just how long have you know this, Cas? How long were you going to let us-let me be Crowley's bitch?"
"I found out just recently, I was going to check one other thing, and then I was going to come see you." Cas said solemnly, looking Dean in the eye.
"I'm listening." Dean snapped angrily as he couldn't help but feel like angels and demons were manipulating them once again. Great. It was always something, no breaks for Dean. He was beginning to think the Winchesters were cursed.
Cas cleared his throat, acting like he was nervous, "Only an angel can place a soul where it has been placed."
"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked as he backed up again, holding his hands up when Cas made a move towards him, "Stop, Cas. Just don't touch me." Dean backed up until the impala stopped his backwards motion. She soothed him just a little to be at his back.
Cas stopped in mid-step, tilting his head and looking like he was going to say something.
"Once again, fucked by an angel." Dean shook his head, sighed and looked up at the sky.
"I am not… I am trying to help you, Dean." Cas stated while still having that confused expression once again grace his face.
Dean looked at Cas, his body shaking slightly with rage, "Where is it? Where is Sammy's soul hidden?"
"I have an idea. From what I understand it is in an object that you once prized above most other things, but you no longer have. Something Sam gave you." Cas said, staring intently at Dean, waiting quietly.
"But Cas… I don't…" Dean stopped and a look came over his face as he realized just what prized object Cas meant. "The amulet? How can it be there? I threw that away back at that motel." He glared at Cas, "You told me it was useless."
"It was for what…" Cas started only to be interrupted by Dean.
"I don't have it… I don't know where it is. How the hell am I suppose to find something I last saw in a trash can? It's probably in a fuckin' landfill." Dean straightened up and ran a hand through his hair. "How do we even know for sure that's where it was put?"
"I was told…" Cas started once again only to be stopped by Dean's next words.
"Yeah." Dean snorted as he said sarcastically, "Like angels are known for their honesty."
"Actually, most angels only tell the truth. You happen to meet bad…" Cas began again, trying to defend his fellow angels and maybe even himself a little.
"So, we're going to hunt for an amulet that may or may not hold my brother's soul?" Dean asked, staring at Cas intently.
"Yes." Cas said, grabbing Dean and pressing two fingers to his forehead. Cas caught Dean as he fell boneless back against the impala. He was out cold as Cas opened the back door and maneuvered Dean into the back seat. Reaching into Dean's pocket, he took out his keys, shutting the door behind him. He glanced in at Dean, who looked like he was just sleeping peacefully as Cas opened the driver's door. Climbing in he put the keys in the ignition, pausing long enough to take out his phone to call Bobby. After a short conversation with Bobby he started the impala, running his hands up and down the wheel as he smiled slightly. A few minutes of admiring the car later, he pulled out of the parking lot. He nudged the car little hops through space to get them there faster. Not enough to just be there, because he had a few things to do while Dean was out, but enough that they would be there in one day.
TBC
