Hey peeps! So, this chapter is a little bit shorter than the others, not to mention utter crap, but I just wanted to put it out there because I might not publish another chapter in a while until I get my act together. Basically, my mom doesn't approve of me reading fanfics(she doesn't know that I write it too), and she saw the beginning of this fic, which isn't exactly PG. So, she got angry and took away my computer. I can only imagine her horror if she found out that I was the one writing it, not just reading it. Anyways, until I can get my computer back, I can't finish writing this chapter, so enjoy this for now... ~RingHunterWizard~
"What do you expect me to do?" Sam yelled. "I asked my friend to hack into my dad's account and she's not done yet. There's nothing I can do while I wait!" Ruby crossed her arms impatiently.
"Ask around! Talk to the people on his board. You said he fired someone? Talk to him! Hell, talk to your dad if that's what it's at." Ruby replied.
"I can't approach my dad about this! What would I say? 'Hey Dad, I wondered if you're involved in any illegal business lately, I just wanted to make sure you aren't killing yourself." Sam snorted in disbelief. "I'm doing, what I can, okay?"
Ruby narrowed her eyes. "I don't think you understand how serious this is. You. Need. To kill. Crowley." She said, poking his chest with every word. "If you fail, your dad dies."
"Yeah, and if I don't fail? My dad'll be a criminal, and he'll still be killed by the very same organization that I'm working for! His blood will be on my hands."
"Look, Sam, I'll find a way to convince my superiors to spare your dad, if that's what's holding you back. But you need to find a way to eliminate Crowley. We don't know when your dad's deal is up. For all you know, Crowley could kill your dad today! I mean, he's already putting some of the requirements of the deal into effect. He's weaseled his way into the heart of your company. He's right there, Sam! How hard is it now to kill him?"
"I can't just knife him on my way to work. I have to make it look like an accident! I've never planned a murder before, and I have to do it without getting caught. I could be charged with first-degree murder!"
Ruby laughed in disbelief. "Really? You're getting cold feet now? Maybe my supervisors were right. I should have asked someone else who could actually go through with it."
"You know, you're always mentioning these 'supervisors' of yours, but I've never actually seen them. How do I know that you're not lying, and that this isn't all just some- some elaborate revenge plot?" Sam sputtered.
"Fine. You want proof? I'll show you." Ruby threw open the front doors. "Follow me."
Castiel was acting like a teenage boy. He flipped through his suitcase for what seemed like the 100th time, trying to find something suitable to wear, all while trying not to mess up the neatly folded clothes. He had packed his suitcase early so he could leave the next morning. To where, he didn't know, but any place besides Lawrence would do.
Finally, Cas decided on an outfit. It wasn't a date, after all. They were just talking. He walked back to the coffee shop again, and saw Meg waiting outside for him.
"Hey Cas." She waved at him. "Ready to go?"
"Go? I thought we were eating here."
"Nope. They don't have a very good lunch selection, to be honest. I thought we'd go out."
"Go out...where?"
"It's a surprise." Meg said. She walked towards her car. "Are you coming?" Castiel blinked.
"Uh, of course." He finally replied. Castiel climbed into the passenger seat. "So, where exactly are we going?" He asked, looking down at his clothes. Meg laughed.
"Nowhere fancy, I promise. Just to the Roadhouse."
"The Roadhouse?" Castiel asked.
"You've never been there?" Meg looked at him in disbelief. "I can't believe you."
"Well, in my defense, I was only in this town for a short amount of time. I never got to visit many well known places." Meg simply shook her head in response.
"This," She said, pulling up in front of a small and cozy diner. "Is the Roadhouse, home of the best food on Earth." They walked inside together and took a seat in a booth.
"You said you studied Human Psychology?" Cas brought up after they had ordered.
"Yeah. I'll probably end up working in some psychiatric ward as a shrink or something."
"You don't sound too happy about that."
"Well, I was always good at gauging emotions. My parents said it was almost like I could go inside someone's body and see what they were feeling and thinking. So when I was fresh out of high school, I enrolled in college to become a psychiatrist. But enough about me, what about you? That's we came here for, isn't it? To talk about you and your brother." Meg prompted.
Castiel sighed. "Where do I start?"
"The beginning. Where did the problem start?"
He cleared his throat. "When I was younger, my grandmother had a piano in her house. Whenever my family when to visit her, she would play pieces for us, and she taught me how to play as well. None of my brothers and sister had any interest in playing, and my parents both disapproved of my grandmother teaching me. But I still loved to play. Eventually, when I was older, my grandmother died, and my music education ceased. I mean, my grandmother hadn't been teaching me. She'd been unable to play for years because of her arthritis, but I'd play pieces for her. But when she died, my parents sold her house and all of her possessions for extra money. I decided to come here, to Lawrence to continue learning, so I took all the money that I saved and moved here. But my parents, especially my father, was very unhappy about it. He wanted me to stay home and help out with the family business. He told me that if I left, I would never be welcome back again. That was 10 years ago. But, uh, recently, my brother called, saying that my father was dying and that I should come back home so that I could talk to him before he left. And I don't know whether to go back or not." Castiel finished. He looked up at Meg, her eyes boring intensely into his. She took his hand and held it.
"Look, Cas. I'm no one to judge, but just go back. There's nothing like family, and the last thing you want is for your dad to die and then think for the rest of your life that you were a failure to him, because it's not true. Death brings out emotions in people that they didn't even know they had. Maybe he'll accept you back. Just visit him, Cas." Meg told him.
"It's not that simple. You don't know my father. If he kicks me out of our home, our heaven… I will never be welcome back."
"Cas, you said your brother was calling. By your description, I'm sure that he wouldn't call unless it's an emergency."
"I haven't even talked to him since I left. I don't know about my family anymore. I don't know about anything anymore!" Castiel buried his face in his hands. Meg grabbed them gently and pulled them away from his face.
"Hey. It's okay. We've all been there before." She said, and then kissed him and abruptly pulled away. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." Meg said.
"You know this can't go anywhere, right?" Castiel told her. Meg nodded, looking down.
"I know, I know, you're leaving tomorrow, but that's why I did it. Because if I embarrassed myself or if you rejected me, nothing would happen because you're not staying."
"What if I said that I liked it?" Cas suggested. Meg looked up at him, surprised..
"I didn't plan that far, but, I guess I could do this…" She leaned forward, pulling Castiel's head towards her.
Cas closed his eyes, but they flitted open once he realized what he had seen. It couldn't be. He pulled away from Meg and stood up.
"I'm sorry. I have to go." He took out his wallet and slapped money on the table. "Here, take this." With that, he hurried out of the store, leaving Meg staring after him.
