A/N: I wanted to get one more chapter in before I had to go to work. I don't have any internet at home so don't expect an updat until Monday. I'll make up for lost time then. That's why I'm so taking my compy home to work on some more chapters over the weekend. Until then Happy Supernatural Freaky Friday!
Chapter Three
Sam jumps when his cell rings.
Damn.
What time was it?
Sam glances over to the nightstand. It's almost three in the morning. He rubs his eyes and all ready kicking himself for dozing off. After his eyes come more into focus and adjust in the darkness that surround him, he sees that Cas is no where to be seen.
Shitshitshit!
The younger, Well, middle Winchester now, stood up and looked frantically for Cas. He could have stepped into the bathroom, or go downstairs for something. He pulls out his cell in the process.
"What?" he doesn't mean to sound harsh, he's panicking at the moment. Whomever was on the other line would have to deal. If he had paid attention to the ring tone he would have noticed it was Ellen.
"Watch that tone with me Sam,"
"Ellen?"
Right. So, Roadhouse. First he thinks its Dean. Dean has been known to wonder there from time to time to get drunk and try to flirt with Jo when Ellen wasn't looking. However, Ellen clears his worry with that and sets up just for more.
"You better git yer tall butt down here. Yer friend Cas is causin' a ruckus in my bar!"
"Thanks Ellen," Sam replies and hangs up.
He pulls on the flannel shirt, and jeans he had on that day. Then goes to get Dean. Why did he have a bad habit of losing Cas? Okay, technically the first go round it was Jimmy, either way blame would go on him for losing him.
Normally, Dean would find it funny or try to beat the shit out of Sammy for trying to get him up this early but this is Cas, and that's all that matters. They jump in the Impala and don't speak a word until Dean leads the way up to the Roadhouse.
"I want you to get Cas out. I'll catch up with ya."
"No way,"
Dammit. Why did his brother have to be so freaking difficult?
"Oh Hell," Dean curses and behind him, Sammy can see what he's cursing about.
Cas looks like Jack Norrington did in Pirates 2 when he was down and out in that bar with a pissed off crowd around him.
"Dean!" Jo comes running over.
"What happened?"
"I don't know," Jo answers and she shoves the crowd off, trying to get to Cas. "I didn't even think yer friend drank. Much."
"He doesn't. Usually." Sammy pipes up.
"Winchester, yer such a bad influence!" Jo blames Dean for all this.
"It ain't my fault Jo!" Dean argues.
Sam rolls his eyes. He doesn't have time for their bickering. Hell, they sound like an old married couple. Sam wonders why they don't just get hitched all ready. Save everyone the trouble of placing the bets and losing money. He pushes ahead of them. (That's Bobby and Rufus' doing fuck you very much boys).
Cas is at the center of it all. He doesn't remember much. He'd been perfectly content drinking away at the bar. Then the next two, maybe three big ass dudes were trying to rip his ass to shreds. At this point, he really doesn't care if he goes down here. Cas world is spinning, and he's dizzy. He doesn't feel so well, and that's what he does. He goes down, not by anyone else's blow but his own.
"CAS!" Sammy cries out and catches him just in time before the former Angel can hit the floor.
"Aww, ain't this sweet. Look what we got here boys!" The biggest one of the bunch gloats with open arms.
Ellen is so done from watching. She'd only taken a few minutes to call the boys. Jo was handling it pretty well. She smirked. Now, it was her turn. Ellen got one of her shot guns from under the bar, jumps over it and heads into the center where Sam is holding the unconscious Cas.
"Mom?" Jo asks.
"I got this one baby girl." she says. "Dean, get yer lot outta here. We got it from here."
"Are ya sure?"
"Oh yeah," she answers and cocks the gun towards the large men. They step back. "Now, are ya boys goin' to behave are am I goin' to have to call yer mommas?"
They give Dean room enough so he can scoop up Cas. "I got him Sam." he assures his baby brother whose been cradling Cas protectively all the while. He lets Dean get him.
"Jo, help them." Ellen insists with a swift of her head and for once Jo does as told.
Jo is the one who opens the back door of the Impala so Sammy can climb in first. He gets himself comfortable behind the wheel. Meanwhile, Dean is careful as he hands over Cas to Sammy. Then shuts the door behind him.
Jo follows him to his side. "Call me. Let me know if Cas is 'kay."
"Will do." Jo shuts the door for him after he slips in. She steps back so he can get back on the road to Bobby's. (She is surprised when he actually does a few days later).
In the back, Sammy is quiet as he doesn't take his eyes off of Cas. Damn. His face will be swollen tomorrow, and probably a few other places by the looks of it. The fresh blood Sam all ready took care. His shirt will be stained but he doesn't care. At least, Cas face won't.
"Watch his head Dean," Sammy instructs as helps his big brother ease Cas out of the backseat.
Dean does. He's concerned that he hasn't woke up yet, nor is by the time they get him into Bobby's, and settled down in his room. "Try to git his ass up." Bobby orders him.
"Come on," Sam tries first, and shakes him. "Dammit. Cas. Wake up."
When that doesn't work, Dean improvises and gets a cup full of water and tosses it on him. That does something because Cas jolts up, spitting out water with a mixture of blood. It doesn't take much longer after that until he's puking up more than blood and water.
Cas thinks he's drowning now, and he wishes he would just sink all ready. His damn body argues with him and makes him jolt up. He's coughing everything up. The iron taste that comes along means that there was some damage done to him but not as much as he hoped for.
"Unless ya idjits want to spend tomorrow mornin' cleanin' up, I suggest a trashcan." Bobby suggests and Dean does as told leaving Sam alone with Cas, rubbing his back urging him to don't worry and just let out.
TBC...
A/N: (continued): Can someone tell me why in the world am I writing Dean straight and more importantly hints of Jo/Dean. Oh yeah, because now I like her. Great. Dammit. I honestly didn't think I could write anymore straight fanfiction. Uh. Who knew? Wonders never cease.
