CHAPTER SIX
"I'm sorry Dean." Cas said gentle with a deep gravelly voice that nobody would expect from an Angel of the Lord.
Dean glanced down at his shotgun. "It's alright Cas; we've just got to figure out what's happening. Quick."
"Yes. I've been considering just that."
"The toilet has always been a great place to think." Dean remarked with an amused lift to his voice.
"Why?"
"Never mind…" He moaned, rolled his eyes and finally turned to look at him. "… What were you thinking? – Do you know what happening?"
"Not for certain, but it reminds me of an incident that happened to my brothers a long time ago."
For Castiel and his brother a long time ago was a lot more than a few years.
"Well?"
"They were visiting a town…."
"Why?"
"It's not of any import to the current situation…. May I continue?"
Dean gave a flamboyant flick of his hand. "Please do."
Cas stared at him for a few moments before carrying on. "They were set upon by the townspeople…."
"Set upon?"
Cas stared again. He hated being interrupted, especially by Dean, who tended never to say anything useful only un-needed or amusing - at least to Dean.
"… As I was." Cas replied blandly.
"Oh right, and? – What did they do?"
"They were chased through the streets until they had nowhere to go but to seek refuse in a faithful man's house."
"Didn't he try to… 'set upon' your brothers?" Dean asked with a smirk.
"Not to my knowledge."
"Okay, then what? – What was causing it?" Dean was growing increasing aggravated with his angelic friend; the dude could never just tell you what you need to know in plain and simple English, he always went around the houses to tell you something that could have been said in three words.
"I believe it was caused by a witch or sorceress as they were known then….."
"Don't need a history lesson. Cas." Dean snapped.
The angels' eyes narrowed. "…Lot sent out a man to find the witch, when she was found she was forced to break the spell and my brothers returned to heaven."
"Lot?" Dean frowned, his mind working to locate where he'd heard that name. Pillar of salt. "The guy who's old lady was turned into salt?"
Cas looked at Dean as if he had two heads. "Yes."
"What's that look for, I read. – I'm not a complete idiot." He snapped, somewhat embarrassed that he'd shown his hand. Ever since coming back from hell and meeting Cas, Dean had read more and more of the bible, though he wouldn't say it had anything to do with faith, more like research.
"So were talking Sodom and Gomorrah?" Dean continued ignoring Cass stare. "Well that explains something's." He smirked. "So how are we supposed to find a witch with Sam and Bobby locked down next door, me standing guard against the lustful hordes and you without your celestial radar?"
"How would you usually find a witch?"
"We look at the victims, see what connection they have. See who would have a grudge."
Cas frowned. "The victim would be me."
"Exactly, and as far as we know the only person who has a grudge against you is Raphael. Would he be able to do this – Would he even bother?"
"No, I do not believe so. – Though it may not have been directed at me pacifically."
"Why not?"
"There is no way the witch could have known I'd come here. – So maybe it was meant to trap any angel that came to the town."
"Why?"
"I do not know." Cas shrugged.
"Right then, so we have no suspects and no idea how to find the witch without your superpowers so I guess we're all screw." Dean snapped angrily. "And in your case that may be literal."
Cas stood silently glaring at Dean for a long few minutes before falling unthinkingly onto the end of the bed, sloughing over with guilt and anxiety.
Dean looked over at him, feeling his own guilt, he'd been snapping at him for over an hour and it wasn't Cass fault some bewitched bitch had put some kind of lust spell on him. Cas looked up suddenly as if sensing Dean's gaze and wanted to meet it.
The two men sat staring at each other in that way they did. Dean had never understood why it kept happening. Eye contact, intense, sustained eye contact was meant to be unnerving and awkward, but it never was. It didn't seem to bother Dean one little bit. At least until he realised he was doing it.
Of course this only added to the growing irritation Dean seemed to be feeling at present. It was like a fire was burning in his gut, boiling away just waiting to explode. He bit the inside of his moth and forced himself to look away.
Sudden there was a forceful knock. The two mens eyes fixed on the bright blue door. Another knock and another, then hammering. Dean turned to Cas and point to the bathroom. It wasn't exactly Bobby's monster proof panic-room but it was all they had. Cas didn't hesitate but followed Dean's order.
The hunter stood slowly, cringing when his muscles pulled against his bruised ribs. He moved closer to the door. "Who is it?"
"Pizza delivery." The voice called back.