Knock. Knock. Knock.
Dean looked around the uppity neighborhood, waiting for the grieving widow to answer the door. Sam fixed his stripped tie and navy blue jacket to his suit. Dean was wearing the same, but in black. A middle-aged blonde woman wearing a Hoosiers sweatshirt and sweatpants opened the door, blowing her nose into a tissue.
"Mrs. Skinner? Hello, we're sorry to bother you, but we're from your insurance company." Sam said, flashing his puppy eyes, almost guaranteeing that the Winchesters would be invited in.
"I figured you boys would be coming soon." She sighed and stepped back, allowing them inside.
"We are very sorry for your loss ma'am." Dean said as they stepped in.
"Thank you. Are there questions you boys need to ask? I'm sorry to be so forward, but I would like to just get this over with."
"We understand, and this won't take long."
"The night your husband died, did you notice any cold spots or flickering lights?" Dean decided to get right to it.
"Um...well, now that you mention it, our bedroom got suddenly cold just before I heard the noises. Then I sent Jeremy down…and…" She began to tear up and her voice went away.
"Ma'am, I know this is difficult, but can we ask one more question?" She nodded, and Sam shot Dean a look. Dean just wanted to get this interview over with so that he could go somewhere else, without Sam.
"Did it smell odd in the room or the house after you saw the person disappear?" It was Mrs. Skinner's turn to give Dean an odd look.
"Like what?"
"Anything really, bad smells?" She shook her head.
"Well, is there anything else about that night that you can tell us ma'am?" She shook her head again and the boys stood up.
"Thank you very much for your time, and again, we are sorry for your loss." Sam and Dean nodded at her and then let themselves out of the house.
"So a ghost most likely?" Sam asked Dean when they got into the Impala.
"Yeah, probably. Look, Sammy, do you think you could do this one on your own? I think I just need a little time." Dean knew that Sam could do this by himself, probably blindfolded.
"Yeah, of course I can. I just need a car. I can probably rent one." Dean started driving, and finally pulled into a car rental store.
"Do you have a credit card?"
"Yeah, Dean I'll be fine, go." Sam grabbed his bag and got out of the car, not looking back as Dean drove away.
Dean drove as fast as he could, making it to Cicero in about ten minutes. He found the house and parked in front of it. He contemplated for about twenty minutes before finally working up the courage to walk up and knock on the door. There was some time before the door opened that Dean thought he should run away. There's no way she would want to see him, not after last time. Not after he just left like that. He was just about to turn around when she finally arrived at the door.
Dean smiled as Lisa Braeden opened the door.
Castiel wasn't mad at Sam for taking Dean to Indiana, for how could Sam know that Dean would leave and visit his old flame, Lisa? Castiel couldn't help but keep checking in on his ex-boyfriend. Maybe he just needed a friend, somebody to talk about the problems that had been going on. As much as he wanted to believe it, Castiel had a horrible feeling, was it fear?, that Dean would do something inappropriate with Lisa.
'Maybe I should stop that before it happens.' Castiel thought to himself, however, something was still holding him back. Maybe it was to test Dean; maybe it was the hope that Castiel could trust Dean with Lisa; maybe it was just being scared that Dean would reject him, but Castiel still couldn't fly back to Dean just yet.