Chapter 9
Angel
Some motel room in London.
After their unpleasant and rather pointless visit to 221B the Winchesters decided they were able to work this case themselves, despite what Cass said. The motel rooms were about the same as those in America, a bit cleaner maybe. Sam went straight to typing away at his laptop in search of some information.
"What am I even looking for?" Sam slid his chair back looking helplessly at the screen before him. "This is way beyond us, the best thing we can do right now is wait for Cass, his might hear something," Dean nodded while unpacking guns from a duffle bag.
"We can't just sit on our asses," Dean began to clean his gun. "Call up a demon," Sam shook his head. "Then what Sammy? What are we going to do?" Sam flinched from Deans sudden outbreak of shouting.
"We're going to wait for Cass, I'm going to go get some food and you're not going to do anything while I'm gone," Sam stood, shutting his laptop. Sam looked calm, he always did. On the inside, thats a whole different story. All he wanted was to go on a normal case, a demon, a vampire's nest, a witch. He wanted nothing to do with this. Nothing to do with Crowley, aliens, or that prick Sherlock. The pressure of having the world's fate in his hands was unbearable, make him want to crawl into a bed and stay hidden. He knew he couldn't do that, he had to stay calm , for Dean. Dean was just as unstable as he was. They needed each other, needed to stay strong and face what was given to them. The least he could do was pick him up some pie.
The silence of the motel room was painful. Dean sat on the small bed cleaning his collection of guns, tying up hex bags, and packing rock salt into shells. He had no clue what he needed for this case. Some porn would be nice, he thought. Maybe a girl? No, not that. Cass. I need Cass. Cass had left to find out information as soon as they left Sherlock's. It's been three hours. It normally only too him an hour. Something about having him around made Dean feel safe, the fact he knew Cass would give his life to save him was enough to make Dean want to cling to his side every second. With a sigh, his slid off his jacket and shoes and slid into a deep well needed sleep.
"What do you know?" Cass demanded. The angel sat before him on a desk.
"I know no more than you do, Castiel. This is big, too big, and we don't need your beloved Winchesters getting involved," beloved, the angel always referred to the Winchester as if they were Castiel's property.
"This alien, why do I not know of him? Why don't I know anything about anyone living outside of Earth?"
"You did not need to know, they are not of importance," The angel stood, walking across to the large window of the room. "They are not of our God,:"
"They are of importance now,"
"Yes, he is now I suppose," he gazed up into the sky. Cass became irritated, he never got a straight answer.
"Who? Who is he?" he stood, slowly approaching the angel.
"A Time Lord, one of the most powerful races out there. They have the ability to travel through time, space, and never once did they help those in need. It is against their laws to interfere. Although, the Time Lord you will be dealing with has no laws. He is the last Time Lord, he is the only one. Despite the fact we believe these aliens our not our business, this one in particular is important," Cass could feel the cold metal of a angel soward slide down his forearm.
"Why is he important?"Cass asked slowly.
"He is a protector of this Earth, he has saved this world from treats more times than I myself can remember. He talked to him highly,"
"He?" Cass muttered. The angel spun around.
"God, Castiel,"
Motel Room
Cass after speaking with the angel returned to his Winchesters. When he arrived to the small motel room Dean was curled up around a pillow sleeping. Sam was nowhere to be seen. Dean sleeping was a site Cass loved dearly. He seemed at peace, his face soft. Every now and again he would smile in his sleep. Cass loved seeing Dean smile. It happened so rarely that when it happened it was like a gift. Only once did Cass reach into Dean's sleeping mind and see what he saw. The first time he saw his hunter smile he lightly pressed his lips to his forehead and saw the most wonderful thing. Dean sat around a table, his brother to his side, his mother sat across, father next to her, Bobby sat at the end. They quietly ate, smiling at eachother, John planting kisses upon his wife's cheek. Sam talked about his classes in law, Bobby ranting about anything he could think of. Dean just sat there, smiling at each face, tears forming in his eyes. Cass came up behind Dean, resting his hand upon his shoulder. Dean looked up, smiling.
"I knew you would come," He offered a seat to him and he again went to gazing at his loving parents. His mother looked lovingly at Dean, then at Cass.
"I always told you angels were watching over you," Bobby walked in with a cake lit with candles. "Happy Birthday, sweetheart," she said, her hand reaching across to touch his. He blew out the candles and wished to never wake up. Cass felt as if he betrayed Dean after intruding on his dreams, he never did it again.
