"Hey Cas," I mumble as I hear the door to the room open. I pin up a photo of another of the victims.
"Hello Naomi,"
"AJ," I correct him. I step back. I look at the wall.
"I'm becoming Stiles," I mutter.
"What is a Stiles?" Cas asks
"Stiles is a character from a tv show that I watch," I tell him "Come help me with this," I hand the angel a ball of red wool. I point to each person.
"Their birthdays collate to the Fibonacci sequence," I tell him "Found on their person was $70 dollars and a Visa credit card cut into a shape of a UFO,"
"Okay," Cas says
"What I'm trying to find is if there is any connection between where they were found and were they were taken from," I explain "Hand me the wool," Cas passes it to me "Give me a pin from that purple container," He does as instructed.
"You have everything nicely set out,"
"Thanks, just the brought the stationary too," I mutter, pinning the end of the wool to the map that was hanging on the wall "Hold this," Cas grabs the ball of wool and keeps it steady. I walk over to the container filled with pins, grab a couple and the pair of scissors. I place the pin into the wool and cut it. Cas and I follow this procedure until there is no more locations to place up. I flop onto one of the beds once I'd put away the scissors. Cas tilts his head.
"Humans fall backwards onto their beds when they are tired or are bored," I explain to the confused angel "You just stare up at the ceiling and think about things or about nothing. Try it," Cas stands in front of one of the beds and falls backwards. The bed crecks with his weight.
"Now what?" He asks
"You think," I tell him "Think about your favourite memories,"
"I remember getting my first flight feather,"
"I remember my first day of school,"
"Taking my first flight,"
"Winning the Bay of Plenty Lit Quiz,"
"Meeting Dean. And Sam,"
"Winning the trophy for Champion Call, Follow, Run at the school AG day,"
"Stopping the Apocalypse,"
"Breaking my arm,"
"Breaking your arm is a good memory,"
"Yeah, it is," I smile "All my good friends got their names written on it,"
"Oh,"
"Hey Cas,"
"Yes… AJ,"
"If you were a conspiracy freak what would you do?"
"I do not know what a conspiracy freak is,"
"I know what I would do. I'd set up a website, maybe a Tumblr page. Then if it was popular enough I'd set up a shop where people can buy things. Maybe I'll make a YouTube channel for it," I say, sitting up. I grab my laptop from the table. I open up Google and search up conspiracy sites in Florida.
"Eureka!" I yell as Sam and Dean walk through the door.
"What have you done to Cas?" Dean asked
"Nothing," I tell them "Just showing him the importance of starring up at the ceiling," Sam raised an eyebrow.
"I wouldn't have yelled Eureka if it wasn't for Cas and staring at the ceiling," I explain further "I have some guy for you guys to talk to tomorrow. I was thinking of getting take away and falling asleep obviously not on the couch or the floor,"
