Yeah, yeah, I know. Poor excuse for such a long hiatus... at least its almost as long as the last one, eh? Next will have more content, I promise! :D
Ch. 3
It was almost midnight when the Impala pulled up to the front of Vallivue High, headlights shimmering across the snow-quilted lawn. Silently, the brothers slipped out of the Chevy, grabbing a duffel, two sawed-offs filled with rock salt (in case they were wrong and it actually was some pissed off dead guy), and a crowbar.
Their footsteps made no sound as they skulked across the yard, watching as lights from the lunch room dimmed and flickered. Suddenly, a different sound, that of fluttering wings, swept behind them. Dean whipped around, coming face-to-face with none other than Castiel.
"Cas, what're you doin' here?" Dean questioned, lowering the gun he had raised to the newcomer.
"I was actually coming to check up on you two. You hadn't prayed for me in a while," the angel replied. "Not that that's a bad thing necessarily. Do you need any help with this?"
Dean eyed him oddly. "Help? No, I think we've got it... Why?"
Cas scratched the back of his head. "It's just, it's only a poltergeist. No need to get yourselves hurt over it."
"Actually," Sam started, "we think it may be a witch."
Castiel nodded, fidgeting with the lapels of his trench coat.
"Do you, uh, want to come with?" Dean asked, gesturing to the school.
The angel contemplated the thought, then nodded, looking eagerly towards the doors. Then, swiftly moving his hands to the brothers' shoulders, zapped them into the main hallway of the school. The process caused Dean to fall on his ass. Ow... he thought, but got up quickly nonetheless.
It was then that the trio heard chanting from the west end of the hall; the lunchroom. Silently, they slipped across the multicolored tile, listening to the chant. Sam was just about to grab the handle and open the door when the chanting abruptly stopped and the door flung open by itself.
The first thing the trio saw was a pair of black feathered wings, attached to the Italian girl from earlier. Angel, Dean thought, realizing the irony in his nick naming. But the girl wasn't focused on the two hunters. She was focused on Cas. And suddenly, Dean realized why.
"Dad?"
As always, criticism is highly appreciated, whether for good or bad. Just please no tacos of death.
Oh, and if there are cupcakes, please send them to the projection of my imagination, Enrique, for he will get a hold of them before I do anyways.