With ten minutes left to go, Dean gains entrance to the mayor's office, dragging me by the arm. I'm just thankful the mayor doesn't have kids, if the bomb goes off, I'll probably be the only dead kid.
"Well, what have we here?" the mayor asks. Cas, who'd been talking with him, looks down, with a small smile.
"Found this one snooping around." Dean had dirtied up my face some so I looked poorer. He acts like he's holding my arm tightly but he's really not.
The mayor furrows his eyebrows.
"Are you new here, I don't believe I've met you."
"Yes sir." Dean replies.
"Oh the kid, drag him back to his part of town," he smirks, Cas checks the clock. 10 minutes. "then try and find his parents, if you can't, throw him in the foster home."
"Of course sir, come on you. Castiel, you're needed down in the kitchen."
"May I go sir?" Cas asks.
"Yes, of course, remember what we talked about."
"You two are the stupidest, self-sacrificing, dumbest, and most wonderful pair of idiots I've ever met." Cas says, helping Dean kick me out of town.
"I know, we tried to talk the rebels out of blowing up the house, but they wouldn't listen so we just got as many people out as we could." I explain.
We're too far away to hear if the bombs go off or not.
"You two could have gotten yourselves killed or arrested or worse, what were you thinking?" Cas questions, "And Dean stop looking so good in that suit."
Dean smirks.
"Well Cas, Sammy and me figured we were gonna stage our own little rebellion. I was a pretty good actor don't you think?"
"The best." I say, "Don't let it go to your head."
"Me? How could you?" he says in mock horror.
"Oh shut up." Cas says, and pulls Dean into a kiss.
When they separate, I ask what the job the mayor wanted him to do.
"Spy on the rebels."
"I think you can do that." Dean says.
"I think I can too."
When news of the bombing of the mayors house spreads, people are shocked, but vaguely happy. There were no deaths and minimal damage and now after curfew you'll be shot on sight no matter what you're doing. Cas rushes back to the mayors house and he tells us that night that he and the other workers made it seem as if they had all just been lucky. Clearly it is believed.
Dean seems very relieved that night, when Cas is sleeping next to him.
"So Dean, are the rebels good or bad?" I ask.
"They are people with good ideas and bad ways of putting them into action." Dean explains.
Cas rolls over and mutters something in his sleep.
Dean smiles at him.
"They can't keep doing things the way they are." I say.
"I know," Dean leans over and squints at the clock.
"Happy Birthday Sammy." He says.
Oh it is. We've been so busy the time has flown by.
"Thanks Dean."
"Go on to bed now."
I wake up early, 5ish. It must have rained last night. There's dew on the grass outside, people are just beginning to go about their lives. A woman and a man walk down the sidewalk, arm in arm, laughing about something. A woman holds a baby and turns to go inside. Two girls, maybe my age walk down the road, and a younger boy runs to catch up with them. A man walks down, coming from Ellen's looking like he's day dreaming. I love people.
"Sammy, you want to run by Ellen's? We're out of some stuff."
"Sure thing, is there a list?"
"Yeah on the table."
It's cool out and smells like rain. I take my time walking, no need to rush and Ellen's isn't even crowded.
"Hey Sam." Jo says looking up from the counter.
I wave. Ellen comes out and fusses over me. She has very motherly views of Dean, Cas and I.
"Sam are you sure you're eating enough, you look thin."
"Yes Ellen, I promise."
"Give me your list, I'll find everything."
"Thank you." She smiles.
She hands me everything and doesn't charge me nearly enough.
"Now, take care of yourself Sam. And happy birthday."
"I will, thanks again."
Dean and Cas haven't bothered to get up when I'm back.
"Alright lovebirds, honeymoons over, up at 'em, we're burning daylight."
"Shush Sammy." Dean mutters.
"Happy Birthday Sam." Cas says. "we'll get you a present later."
