I am so so so sorry I haven't updated in so long but I am getting back into writing and this story is my absolute top priority. So if you guys still want to read it then I will keep writing it. This whole chapter takes place in 2011 and I would have added a bit in 1997 but my internet turns off in 20 minutes so I thought I should just update.
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Dean's heart thudded violently against his ribs, one hand fisted in Sam's hoody the other desperately clutching a knife he knew he could never use. Not against Bobby. He was about one second away from throwing open the door and hoping for the best when there was a small 'pop' and the closet suddenly got a lot more crowded.
Dean recoiled, slamming painfully into an unfortunately placed bucket. Huge blue eyes blinked owlishly at him, seeming to glow slightly in the near pitch black.
"Dean." Cas monotoned, not seeming the least bit phased by the proceedings.
Dean stared at him. "Um-I-we… Hi Cas."
The doorknob turned and Dean's heart rate cranked up a few more notches into the heart-attack-at-thirty zone. Cas didn't seem particularly bothered. "Do you require assistance?"
"Uh, yes please!"
The door swung open, Cas's hand closed around his wrist, then they were gone; demon-Bobby's enraged scream still echoing in their ears.
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Dean was staring at the face of Jesus. No. Wait. Dean was staring at a statue of Jesus. Yeah that made more sense. Dean turned around and replaced the face of Jesus with the face of Castiel, an irony that even he could appreciate.
"A church Cas? Seriously?"
Castiel frowned disapprovingly. "Dean I believe that when somebody saves your life it is customary to thank them."
Dean was about to remind Cas that if he wanted thanks he had chosen the wrong family to watch over, and that he had had the situation perfectly under control thank you very much but before he could a distraction arrived in the form of Sam.
"Who the hell are you?" Sam was backing away from the angel, eyes wide and knife in hand. "What the hell are you?"
Dean sighed, running a hand wearily through his hair. "Sam…"
"No, Dean!" Sam shook his head, floppy hair flying into his face. "He teleported us here. He isn't human. Why aren't you doing anything?"
Dean moved between his brother and Cas, who was eyeing the knife warily. Sure it wouldn't kill him but it would still hurt like a bitch. "He's a friend Sam, okay? A friend. And we don't really have a whole lot of those left so I would really appreciate it if you didn't gut him."
Sam relaxed marginally, knife dropping loosely to his side. Cas tapped Dean politely on the shoulder, waiting for him to turn around before giving him the universal 'what the hell' expression. Dean motioned for Sam to stay put then pulled Cas aside and filled him in.
Cas accepted the whole story with a straight face, politely saving all his questions for the end.
"So Sam is fourteen?"
"Mentally, yeah."
"But he is twenty seven?"
"Technically, yes."
"And our Sam is fourteen but also twenty seven but also in 1997 with yourself and your father."
"That's right."
Cas ran a hand tiredly through his hair and leaned back against the wall. "That is… confusing."
"Tell me about it."
Cas pulled his eyebrows together in concentration. "I have never interacted with a fourteen year old. I am told that it is a difficult age. Many hormones and pimples."
Dean stared at him incredulously. "Um, yeah. Sure. Listen Cas could you zap us to at a motel or something. We really need to regroup and this whole church scene isn't exactly my favorite."
Cas nodded thoughtfully. "Yes of course. I will meet you there, I have some research to conduct."
Before Dean could ask him to elaborate the angel was gone and he was staring at the all too familiar view of a generic highway motel, his brother once more at his side.
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As far as motels went Cas had chosen well. It was 2 star, crappy and run down, with carpets which hadn't been cleaned since the early 60s. Maybe it was the only motel in the vicinity but more likely Cas had never seen any other sort, since his voyages into the human world seem to be pretty much limited to tagging along with the Winchesters. Either way it suited them just fine.
Even the tacky poppy and daffodil wallpaper couldn't break the tension in the room, and the brothers sat in awkward silence, waiting for Castiel to grace them with his presence. Dean had filled his brother in as best he could, navigating his way around the darker parts and cutting out anything not absolutely necessary. He knew that at some point, probably quite soon, he would have to tell Sam everything. Well, everything that he safely could anyways. But in true Winchester fashion he fully intended to put that conversation off for as long as humanly possible. For now he would stick to angels; they could deal with the hard stuff later.
Sam had accepted everything Dean had told him in silence but had then retreated into himself, lost in thought. The tension was so thick that Dean doubted it could be cut with even Ruby's knife and when Cas did finally show up Dean had never been more relieved to see him.
"Dean I have conversed with fourteen year olds." Cas told him proudly, looking very pleased with himself.
"You did what now?" Dean asked apprehensively, setting his beer down on the table and leaning back so that his chair rocked precariously on two legs.
"I have conversed with fourteen year olds." Cas repeated himself patiently, apparently under the impression that Dean had misheard him.
"You can't just repeat it, you have to explain yourself."
"I went to a local high school where I have observed there is often an abundance of children and asked each of them in turn weather they were fourteen year old males until one said yes."
"And then you conversed with him."
"Yes. I am now knowledgeable in the subject of fourteen year old males. I thought that having someone who understood him might make Sam feel more comfortable." He turned to Sam. "Samuel may I offer you a fake identification card or pornographic magazine."
Sam stared at him, Dean's chair hit the ground with a thud. "Um… no thank you."
"Cas! You can't just hang around a school questioning kids." Dean couldn't believe he had to explain this to a man several millennia older then he was. "It's creepy!"
"No Dean, it's okay." Cas told him sincerely, seemingly surprised at his shock. "I provided them with candy to thank them for their time."
Dean groaned, burying his face in his hands. He heard rather then saw Sam laugh humorlessly and looked up. "What?"
"It's just…" Sam shook his head disbelievingly. "Until a few days ago I thought there was nothing in the world worse than being a teenager. But after 48 hours here I swear to God I would do anything to be going through puberty right now."
Cas turned to Dean, eager to show off his new knowledge. "Puberty is the process of physical changes by which a child's body matures into an adult body capable of sexual reproduction to enable fertiliza-"
"Yeah Cas, I know." Dean cut off what he was sure was a long and detailed explanation he hadn't asked for and let his head drop to the tabletop with a groan. Obviously they had a lot of issues to work out, including a possible police raid if Cas's afternoon had been as horrifying as it sounded. But first thing's first: they had to save Bobby.
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