Yeah, sorry for late update…

They had finally met up and the first thing Dean did was to order food. Sam didn't really blame him, he was a bit hungry himself, and a whole day walking around in the heat of Georgia had kind of drained him. He had even ordered a regular hamburger, much to Dean's surprise, and two Fanta's each due to the lack of air condition. They were just about to finish when Sam told them about his lead.

"Well then. Now we just have to track down Mr. Dixon." Dean said taking the last bite of his hamburger and tossing his food wrapper down on his plate.

"Yeah… That could be a problem." Sam said. Dean looked up.

"What? Why? We could just use a computer."

"Dean, were not in 2010 anymore. Were in, what, '85? If were gonna use the computer like we're used to we're gonna have to break in to NASA. I'd be surprised if we found a computer here in this small town at all." Dean sighed.

"Ok, so let's pretend to be cops, look through the person records and find out the address. We did pack fake ID's right?"

"Um," Sam went through the bag a second time "yeah. Got 'em right here." Cas, who had been quiet the whole conversation spoke up.

"I could try to search through the town." Sam and Dean looked at each other before saying at the same time "No!"

"Cas, we need your powers if we end up screwed. Plus if we base it on how you reacted after healing that kid we can't risk it." Sam looked at Dean and raised his eyebrows.

"What kid?"

~Earlier that day~

"Cas come on. What are you doing?" 12 year old Daryl Dixon looked up when a shadow was cast over him. In front of him was a man in a white button up shirt, a trench coat, and a blue tie. He was staring at the boy and Daryl found himself at unease. He was used to people looking down on him but this was a bit too extreme. There was a man in a leather jacket and short hair behind that was yelling at the man, calling him Cas, but 'Cas' was ignoring it. Instead he leaned forward and said "Do you know what you are?" Daryl leaned back to get away. The shorthaired man came and put a hand on Cas's shoulder and was about to pull him away while saying "leave the kid alone Cas, we got work to do" when Cas put two fingers on Daryl's head and closed his eyes. Daryl's instincts kicked in and he fell off the bench in a desperate try to get away, landing on his bad wrist. He was preparing for the pain to shoot through his arm and let out a low hiss. But the pain never came. He froze for a second and tried to move it, and it worked like a charm, wasn't even swollen anymore. Daryl was kicked out from his thoughts when he saw a fast moving form coming towards him.

To others it might have looked like Cas was collapsing towards the young boy, but to Daryl it looked more like he was lashing out. So he got up before he could even proses what he was doing and took a full sprint out of there.

~Present~

"Why did you want to heal that kid?" Sam had hoped that his question would have made Cas show at least a hint to why, but no. The only thing that was strange was that Cas took half a second too long to answer and to be honest it was truly a really bad answer.

"I supposed it's because it was a human thing to do." Sam looked skeptical and Dean raised an eyebrow. Cas suddenly stood up.

"We don't have time for this. Let's go and 'gank' that demon, as you would say." And then walked out of the door. Dean and Sam sat still for a second.

"He's hiding something."

"Definitely." They then got up and followed Cas.

Dean had been prepared for almost everything when he walked in to the house. Demons, satanic altars, a bunch of squirrels dancing tango for all he knew. They had successfully tricked the cops and got the address, Cas only almost destroying their cover by accident. He and Sam had had a bad feeling about all this, with Cas acting so weird and all. So they decided to be extra careful. And now when he thought about it, maybe it hadn't been the smartest thing to split up. The house had two corridors, one going to the right and one going to the left with 3 doors each and the first thing you saw when you walked in through the front door was a living room. They had just cleared it out when Cas suddenly spoke up.

"I'm sorry but I have personal business to attend to." Dean and Sam looked at each other before looking back at Cas.

"What are you talking about?" But the angel was long gone before he could get an answer. Dean muttered some swearwords under his breath.

"God damn it Cas!"

"I'm sure he's gonna come back." Sam said and looked where Cas had been standing seconds ago.

"Well he could at least have used the door… Now we have to hope he's not gonna pass out." Dean muttered. Sam looked over at Dean and sighed.

"Let's get this over with." Dean said before going down the left corridor with his shotgun ready and heard Sam go down the other one.

"Let's kick some demon ass." He said to himself before quietly open the first door, shotgun up and quickly scanned the room. Nothing. He had to admit he was a bit disappointed. Instead of being met by a demon or ghost, there was suffocating smell and dust like no one had opened the room for a really long time. The room in general was like any other room you would have imagined a poor kid would have. A messy bed, dirty floor, a shelf with the ordinary stuff on and some stuff laying around on the floor. All of it was covered in dust. He went over to the next one and did the same: opened the door quietly, scanned the room. It was a dirty bathroom that seriously needed to be cleaned. It was so bad that you probably would have a better chance in getter cleaner if you would roll around in a puddle of mud. He turned around and was about to go to the next and last door when he noticed smears of blood on the wall behind him, going all the way back to the living room. How he had missed that was beyond him, and there was no way in hell he was going to tell Sammy about it. Oh no, he wouldn't make it that easy for his little brother. He followed the tracks from where he stood and saw it lead to the last door. The blood was smeared over the door handle and Dean slowly approached it. He raised his shotgun and a knife, just in case, took some deep breaths and kicked the door open.

This one wasn't super short (^_^) Yeeey!

Today's word: Rädisa