Three.
"So when was the last time you definitely saw Castiel?" Dean asked me intently.
"The night before last. He came to me to tell me that Lillith was going to attempt to break another of the seals sometime this week. He said he'd collect me when the time came for me to be involved, before saying that he needed to inform you and Sam," I told him honestly.
Dean looked at me as though he wondered just what else we got up to that night, at which I merely shrugged and gave him a little embarrassed half grin. Dean grinned at that and Sam looked uncomfortable.
"In the morning, he left, and I assumed he'd headed for you guys and I've been waiting on his return," I told him.
"I just bet you were!" Dean muttered with an amused smirk.
"Dean!" Sam said, sharply, at which Dean merely grinned innocently. "Where were you at the time, Jenna?"
"Of Cas' visit? San Francisco!" I told him. "I'd just hunted a werewolf there."
Dean nodded before smoothing out his map on the table set in the middle of the room. He muttered quietly to himself, before frowning.
"What?" I asked, watching as his forehead creased into a deeper frown, green eyes clouding in dismay.
He tried to clear his expression when he glanced back up at me, but it was too late. I'd already seen there was a problem.
Before I could actually ask what the problem was, Dean looked past me at Sam, who was lounging on one of the beds, a tense expression on his face.
"Sammy, where was all that demonic disturbance happening recently?" the elder Winchester asked seriously.
"Pheonix, why?" Sam asked.
"And what city is between San Francisco and where we are now in Tucson?" Dean pressed.
"Pheonix!" Sam said, sitting up with a pained look on his face.
I pressed a clenched fist to my lips, eyes wide in horror, uncertain as to whether to scream, to cry or to be sick.
"Hey, HEY! Jenna, we'll get him back if he's there!" Dean said, getting up to tower over me, looking uncertain as to what to do or what to say to me to ease my pain.
I looked to Sam, who nodded agreement with his brother, before standing with a groan.
"Let's go!" he said. "We have an angel to save!"
I followed Sam from the room, without saying a word, heading for my Mustang automatically.
Dean still called after me with the words - "Follow us, in the Impala!"
I nodded at him to let him know I'd heard, before firing up my trusty Mustang and following in the sleek black Impala's wake ...
to be continued ....
