Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or Supernatural. All credit to Eric Kripke and the writers/producers at the CW. Apologies for how long it's taken to post the new chapter.
Back out on the street, Dean averted his eyes from Castiel who was busy examining a tacky chef statue and rubbing chalk off the menu board. Choosing not to make a comment, Dean turned to his brother instead. "What do you want to do now?" He asked.
Castiel stopped rubbing chalk off the board and turned his attention to the Winchesters.
Sam shrugged, checking his phone for the time again. "We can just head up to the resort, I think. It's after 3, so we should be allowed to check in now." he suggested, leading the way back up the street. Dean fell into step beside him, Castiel bringing up the rear, leaving the chalkboard behind with obvious regret.
The resort was set on a hill just off the Main Street of town. Sam climbed it easily with his long legs, but Dean, stuffed full with half a dozen beers and a large pub meal, found the walk back to the resort a bit more of a struggle than usual; not to mention all their hands were weighed down with bags of books - Castiel's candles residing safely in his pockets of course.
When they finally arrived, panting, at the resort, Castiel hovered next to Dean as his friend clutched a stitch in his side. Sam shook his head with a grin and went on ahead to check in and collect the room key from the manager.
"Dean!" Sam called out, a minute later, waving the room key triumphantly.
"Cool." Dean responded, standing up to his proper height, as he gave his brother a half hearted thumbs up and dug the key to Baby out of his pocket so they could start taking their stuff in. Handing Cas his bag of books to carry, Dean grabbed his duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder. They trudged up two flights of stairs to the apartment, dragging their feet after their big lunch and long walk.
"Wait here, Cas." Dean ordered, as they dumped their bags in the living room. "Sam and I can get the rest."
Castiel opened his mouth to argue that he could help, but Dean had already disappeared down the stairs. Frowning, the angel looked around the apartment curiously, surveying the wide screen TV and bookshelves with interest. He walked through each of the bedrooms, noting two single beds and one queen bed. Making his way onto the balcony, Cas looked out on the rolling hills dotted with sheep, the gardens below and trees housing countless birds, all his Father's creations, works of art. It was peaceful here. Watching the birds and listening to their noisy chatter, Castiel had an idea. Seizing the duffel bag Dean had dumped on the floor, Castiel pulled Sam's trail mix out of the side zipper pocket, walking out onto the balcony with the mixture of almonds, dried fruit, and granola in his hands...
Next chapter coming soon, promise. Sorry this one's so short! :-)
