The Supernatural Five Nights at Freddy's - Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
Dean rounded on the angel, glaring at him fiercely. "What the hell, Cas?" he demanded. "I told you I didn't want Lisa and Ben to have any contact with me!"
Cas's eyes narrowed in confusion. "What would you prefer I had done? Stood there and let it happen? Besides, I figured that you would want to get involved – I know you care for them, Dean."
The human looked away, now refusing to meet the angel's eyes. Cas wasn't wrong – he had wanted to know about it, but . . . He didn't want to go back to that house. He didn't want to see Lisa ever again. That part of his life was over – it was a door that he had closed years ago, and never wanted to open again. And now he didn't have a choice. But Cas was right: they couldn't just stand there and do nothing.
"I knew that I had to bring you into it," Cas murmured. "You . . . Dean, if anyone can find Ben and save him, it's you."
Dean felt himself smile slightly. Why was it that Cas always knew how to make him feel better? But he still couldn't get over the self-hatred that was raging through him like a wildfire. My fault, he kept thinking. It's all my fault . . . "Thanks, Cas," he whispered. "But . . . This never would have happened if I'd been—"
"Dean, this might have nothing to do with you," Cas pointed out. "This might not even have anything to do with your work. But no matter what it is, I know that you'll find him. You can – I know it. And I'll be there every step of the way – Sam too. I mean . . . if you want me to be there."
Dean put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Of course I want you there, Cas," he whispered. "And thanks . . . for believing in me."
Castiel smiled then. "You're welcome Dean," he murmured, with a slight nod.
"Dean, I've got—" Sam stopped short as he appeared in the doorway of Dean's room. When he saw Dean and Cas standing there with Dean's hand on the angel's shoulder, he smirked. "Oh, hey, Cas."
Dean immediately let his hand fall to his side. He gave Sam a sharp look. "What're you laughing at?"
Sam shook his head. "Nothing. Are we ready?"
The Impala rolled into the driveway of Lisa's house. As Dean shut off the Impala's engine, he felt something building in his chest. He never thought he'd ever come back here. He never thought he'd set foot in that place again. He gulped. The last time he'd been here, he'd been looking for Lisa and Ben. If he remembered correctly, it was when Crowley had tried to have them captured.
He stared at the door, dreading it. How would he react when he saw her again? He didn't know how he was going to feel when he saw her face. Would he be sad? Upset? Would he be able to keep it together? He had no idea. The last thing he wanted was to crumble in front of her for no reason. She'd think he was a psycho, and then he'd never find out about Ben.
No one in the car said anything. Cas remained silent, he seemed to understand that Dean needed some time – he needed to get himself together. Sam didn't say anything at first either. He just sat there, trying not to stare at Dean in anticipation. After about two minutes of just sitting in the car, though, Sam began to get antsy. "Dean . . . Look, I know you need . . . time to adjust, but we have to go in there. And when we do, we have to be strong. You can't collapse. You can't let her know that you two had a thing once, and you certainly can't hint that you might be Ben's father."
Dean saw Cas stiffen in the rearview mirror at this. The angel sat in the middle of the Impala's backseat, and had looked relatively relaxed. But now he looked tense, as if he didn't like the thought of Dean being a father.
The hunter took a deep breath. He didn't reply to Sam's words, but nodded. Without a word, he opened his door and got out of the car. Sam and Cas followed suit, Cas closer to Dean than usual. As the three men approached the door, Cas put a hand on Dean's back, as if to steady him. Dean didn't stiffen, or flinch away from the angel's touch, instead he relaxed under it. "Thanks, Cas."
Sam gave them a questioning look, but didn't say a word. Cas just smiled. "Of course, Dean."
Dean took a deep, shaky breath before knocking on the door. A few seconds passed, and Dean could felt the panic mounting inside him. A part of him wanted to run – get away as quickly as he could, but another part of him was determined to stay. You have to do this – for Ben.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, the door swung open. Lisa stood there. Dean's mouth almost fell open at her condition. Her eyes were red and watery. Her face was hollow and slightly sunken in; there were dark bags under her eyes. She looked weak . . . fragile – nothing like the beautiful, confident woman Dean had once loved. Lisa, he thought, his heart breaking at the sight of her. What happened to you?
"Hello," she whispered quietly.
"Are you . . . Lisa?" Dean nearly choked out. His voice sounded hoarse – scratchy. He cleared his throat quickly. Stay focused. "We spoke on the phone."
"Oh," she said, recognition flashing in her eyes. "Yeah, are you Dean Winchester?"
"Yes, I am. This is my brother and my business partner, Sam. And that," Dean said, motioning to Castiel.
"He told me about you," Lisa clarified with a small smile. "Castiel, right?"
Castiel nodded. "Yes, that's . . . me. Castiel . . ." the angel trailed off, realizing that he had no surname to provide.
"Winchester," Dean volunteered. "Castiel Winchester – he's a distant cousin."
"I didn't expect you to be here," Lisa said quietly, nodding at Dean's explanation. If she was confused or even a little nervous around them, she didn't show it.
This seemed to take Cas slightly off guard. "Oh . . . Well . . ."
"He's our associate," Dean jumped in. "He works in the surrounding areas and whenever he has a particularly interesting case, he calls Sam and I to help him out."
"You all . . . must be close," Lisa said. Dean could tell that the smile on her face was weak and forced. She was trying so hard to be hospitable.
"Close enough," Dean answered, not realizing that he was staring at her. He only looked away when Sam's elbow jabbed at his ribcage. He made a mental note to get Sam back for that one later.
Lisa looked at Dean closely, and then at Castiel, as if she was trying to put a puzzle together. It only lasted a few moments, though. "So," she said, smiling again, this time, looking mostly at Sam. It was as if he was the only thing she was certain of in this picture. "Um, why don't you all come in and I'll . . . uh . . ." her voice faltered. "Tell you what happened."
All three men nodded simultaneously. Lisa stepped aside, holding the door opened. With a gentle nudge from Cas, Dean entered first, followed by the angel. Sam brought up the rear and thanked Lisa to diffuse the awkwardness that had descended upon them.
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