Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I know I said I was going to post two chapters last week, but I was with family that I don't get to see very often. I know, I know. Excuses, excuses. I wrote an extra long chapter to make up for it, so please forgive me. Enjoy!
11:53 A.M.
Sam pulled a gun on Crowley as soon as the pompous freak showed up. "Oh now Sam. That isn't very nice. I'm Crowley! We were besties a month ago. Why are you so mean to me? We defeated the darkness together. Let's be friends." Dean looked up at Crowley and chuckled. "You sound like we're breaking up with you and you still want to be friends, but we don't want to be friends with you. Mostly because you would cross us in a millisecond. And even then you would still want to be friends...Wait, that already happened.(insert another chuckle here) He's crossed us lots of times! Hahaha'' Everybody looked over at Dean with confused expressions. ''...Yeah...so uhm. Crowley and us have a history. Where he was a giant jackass...Many times.'' Puck had walked back in the room and picked up his wallet where he forgot it. He and Sabrina looked over at Sam like what the hell is up with your brother. Puck had a grin on his face because Dean was super stoned and Crowley was like a begging ex-girlfriend. "Let's get that gun out of my face please." Crowley snapped his fingers and the gun clattered to the floor behind him. "Woops. Thought there was a table there. Anyway. Can you give me the location of your bunker? I have some business with that angel of yours." Sam scoffed at him. "Hell no. At least not until you tell me what you want with Cas." Crowley sighed and plopped himself into a chair. "Bullocks. I suppose you aren't going to tell me where it is regardless of my intentions." Then, Sam remembered what got them in the hospital in the first place, so he decided that he should probably be nice to Crowley so he could give that demon what it deserves. "I can call Cas and see if he wants to participate in this business of yours. Maybe.'' Crowley smiled, and he snapped his fingers to transport himself somewhere else. Sam rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation. He pulled out his phone to call Cas. It rang multiple times before Cas answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey Cas, it's Sam. What's going on there?''
"Oh it's getting intense. Rory quit Yale awhile ago. She was saying that she was just taking a break, but everybody thought that she probably wasn't going back, but she did and her and Lorelai made up because they were fighting when she left. And Lorelai and Luke broke up, too. I just don't understand why she decided to have intercourse with Rory's father. I-"
"Cas, are you watching...Gilmore Girls."
"...Yes. It's a great show, and there is a boy, who is coincidentally named Dean, that looks exactly like a teenage version of you."
"Okay. Maybe we should take a break from the Netflix for a while. Crowley just showed up. He said he had some business with you. Would you mind talking to him for a minute so I don't have to tell him where you are?''
-long pause-"Yes. That's fine. How far away are you? I could just drive there."
"It's about an 11 hour drive. I don't know if you would want to do that long."
"No it's fine. I'll be there in the morning."
Sam looked at the now blank phone. Cas had hung up in a hurry. He wondered what was going on with the angel. Sabrina had perked up at the mention of Gilmore Girls. She loved the show, and she had known that Sam had looked an awful lot like someone she had seen before. "Oh my gosh. You look like Dean! Is he watching Gilmore Girls? I love that show. All of Rory's boyfriends were smokin' and Lorelai SO belonged with Luke instead of Christopher. I-" Puck had looked over when Sabrina mentioned Rory's smokin' boyfriends. "They couldn't possibly be more smokin' than this glorious being standing before you right now." Sabrina looked over at her boyfriend and shrugged, knowing it would make him crazy if she didn't tell him that he was the best looking creature on the planet. Puck puffed up his chest and patted her head, knowing that it makes her crazy when he does that. "Not to worry, Grimm. I can say with certainty that I am the most beautiful person on this planet. Now who's hungry?" Sabrina smiled. She had a trick up her sleeve that she hadn't used in a while. ''I bet Peter Pan is hungry. Maybe we should take him food. I wonder where he lives now." Sabrina walked out of the room before Puck could respond. His face had turned red, and he started stuttering about how he could beat Peter Pan to a pulp. Sam just laughed because he knew Sabrina had done it purpose. He walked over to the bed and sat beside Dean. Dean was probably dreaming about a hot blonde. Sam fell asleep after a while, and he dreamed about someone that he hadn't ever dreamed of, Scully and Mulder from The X-Files.
Sam walked into the hallway of the bunker and saw Dean talking to a man. Sam couldn't see who it is because the man had his back turned to him, but he had an idea of who he was. Dean saw Sam and called for him, but Sam didn't hear Dean. In fact, he couldn't hear anythingSam walked up to Dean and the man, and he saw that it was actually Mulder from The X-Files. Mulder said something, but Sam still couldn't hear either of them. "What? I cant hear anything?'' Dean got scared, and sent Mulder somewhere. He led Sam over to the kitchen. Dean grabbed a big pot and a spoon. He put them right up beside Sam's ear and hit them together really hard. Sam wouldn't have known that the two actually made contact without Dean's face getting more freaked out. Mulder and Scully walked into the room. Scully scrunched her eyebrows together and came over to Sam. She put her fingers right beside his head and snapped. When he had no reaction, Scully grabbed a notebook.
Can you hear anything?
No. I don't know what's going on.
Okay. We are going to figure this out. When did this happen?
I don't know. I just walked through the door and llll I actually don't know what happened before I walked up to Dean and Mulder. I am just going to go lay down and rest for a while.
Sam walked out of the room and Mulder, Scully, and Dean all exchanged glances. Once Sam got to his room, he walked in. He didn't know why, but he wasn't bothered by the fact that he couldn't remember anything. He walked over to his bed and poked the bedspread. He didn't know why, but he just felt like he should. When he did, the bed moved. It was like a body of water, rippling. Sam stepped back, and he got an idea that he couldn't push out of his mind. He backed all the way up to the door. Then, getting a running start, he leaped into the bed. When he landed, he sunk into the bed and couldn't breathe, almost like he was underwater. Sam tried to get p. but he couldn't figure out which way was up, so he just let himself sink into a sea of nothingness. As his chest began to tighten, he struggled to even move. He felt like he was dying. He couldn't do anything about it, so he surrendered himself to the unknown. Just when he felt he would surely die...
4:12 P.M.
Sam woke up with a jolt. The memory of his dream was terrifying, and he wanted to do something to get that horrifying feeling out of his mind. He looked around and realized that it was just him and Dean in the room. Puck and Sabrina were nowhere to be found. Sam stood up and stressed, then went out into the hallway. He looked down the hall, and when he saw the waiting room sign, he made his way there, wanting to get food. When he walked in, he saw a couple that were making out, hardcore. Sam snuck up behind Puck, who had his back to him. Sabrina was facing him, but Puck was blocking him from her view. Sam got right up behind Puck and decided to be an 8 year old. He put his hands up to his mouth and made the loudest fart noise he could. As soon as he did, Puck whipped around, surprised. Sam thought quick and ran away before Puck or Sabrina could get their hands on him, even though he could take either one of them any day. Sam ran back into Dean's room, then realized he had trapped himself. He shrugged and plopped down into a chair. Puck and Sabrina ran in a split-second after Sam, and they were slightly bothered that he wasn't the least bit scared of them. Usually, the sight of them together makes whoever is up against them shake in their shorts. Sam layed back and grabbed a pack of crackers sitting on a table. Dean chose this minute to wake up and look around. He saw a very disturbed couple staring at a very relaxed looking moose-man. "What'd I miss?" Sam laughed and offered his brother a cracker. Dean gladly took it and threw it at Puck's face. He took another cracker and ate it. "Man, I'm hungry. Somebody should go get some food somewhere." Sam laughed at how his reaction to Puck and Sabrina was affecting the two of them. "Okay, I'll go make a run." He got up, grabbed the keys to the Impala, and walked out of the room. Puck and Sabrina sat down in chairs on opposite sides of Dean's bed. They could tell Dean was getting restless. He would move around a lot in his bed, wanting to get up, but he couldn't. Doctor's orders. He would look up at the ceiling in frustration. "When am I getting out of this place? I've already been here for hours." Sabrina laughed. "Ya know, a lot of people have to stay in the hospital for weeks. Not just hours." Dean groaned at the thought. "I just want to get out of here as soon as possible." Sabrina snorted. Puck was still pouting about earlier. He wasn't bothered by the fact that Sam had made a fart noise. He makes fart noises all the time. He was bothered by it because he couldn't make out with Sabrina without Sam doing something to interrupt them. Puck huffed and walked out of the room to go get food because he and Sabrina had been a little preoccupied and Sam wasn't going to get back in time to satisfy him. "So how do you feel, Dean?" Dean grumpily shrugged, but when a pretty nurse walked in, he pepped up a little. Just a little, but enough for Sabrina to notice. She smiled and, after winking at Dean, walked out of the room so Dean could chat up the nurse. "Have fun!" The nurse looked around, confused for a second or two. Dean just rubbed the back of his neck and looked up at the nurse with his cute little, shy smile. The nurse, Lauren, was instantly swooning for the mystery man with the already treated broken leg and the bad concussion. "How do you feel, Mr. Winchester?" Dean laughed a little. "Don't call me Mr. Winchester. Makes me think my dad is standing around somewhere...Call me Dean." Lauren gave him a shy smile. "Alrightly then, Dean. How do you feel?" She made him sit up a little so she could look at the back of his head. "Like I just got hit upside the head with a baseball bat. It's okay though. I've had worse." Lauren raised her eyebrows, but let it go. ''So do you think you are going to need any pain medication for when you go home?" Dean shrugged, but looked up when she mentioned leaving. "So I can go? Right now?" Lauren shook her head. "Yup. I just have to check you out to make sure, but you should be fine." Dean smiled at the thought of her checking him out. Lauren grabbed her little flashlight thingy, as Dean was calling it in his mind, and shined it right into his eyes. "Hell, give a little warning next time. You could get hurt doing that." Lauren laughed a little nervously, wondering what he was talking about. Once she was done, Lauren pronounced that he was good to go. Right before she left the room, Dean spoke up. "Hey, I was wondering if maybe you would want to grab a bite to eat sometime." Lauren nodded and smiled again. "That'd be nice. I can give you my number, and you can call me when you start to feel better." Dean nodded, and took the digits she wrote on a napkin. "Thanks." Dean smiled, and watched as she left the room. Lauren walked out with a good feeling about this guy. Once she walked back in to give him the discharge papers, she had already talked herself into flirting with him, but the sight of him laying in the bed made her go silent. "So...when should I go? Now or later?" Lauren opened her mouth and forced the words to come out. "Uh...you can, um, wait for your brother to get back, and then you can go." Dean nodded and smiled a gooey smile at Lauren. "Bye then." She walked out with a huge smile plastered on her face with a clipboard held to her chest.
5:02 P.M.
Sam walked back in the room to find Dean, Sabrina, and Puck playing poker with a table piled high. Apparently, none of them had money, so they just used crackers. Sam rolled his eyes and dumped the food on the other table. "Hey, Dean. Did you get her number?" Dean just smiled and held up a napkin with Lauren's number on it. Sam smiled and shook his head. After they were done playing, Dean hobbled over to the food and dove in. Sabrina and Puck quickly followed, and soon all the food was gone and Sam was helping a very happy Dean out to the car. Sam kept gripping about how Dean would never use his crutches so he had to help him everywhere. Dean just snickered and put a little more weight on Sam's shoulder to make him shut up. Sam groaned but got the hint. Once everyone was settled in the car, Sam and Puck in the front, Dean and Sabrina in the back so Dean could lay his leg across the seat, Sam pulled out of the parking lot and started towards the safehouse.
6:49 P.M.
There was a knock on the door, and Sabrina went to go answer it. She opened the door and saw a man that she had never seen before. "Who are you?" Sabrina looked slightly confused that this strange man would be asking who SHE was when he came knocking on her door. "Who are YOU?" Dean looked over and laughed. "Hey 'Brina? Blue eyes, black hair, resting constipated face?" Sabrina looked over and nodded. "Come on in, Cas." Castiel walked into the living room and, seeing that there was a demon, Sam, Dean, and four people he didn't know, squinted his eyes at the brothers. "Dean, what is going on? Who are these people?" Dean took in a deep breath and explained everything to the confused angel. "So this is Puck from A Midsummer Night's Dream? He certainly doesn't look like he could be thousands of years old.'' Puck got a cocky grin and puffed up his chest. "I look fantastic for my age, actually. I knew Romeo and Juliet, too. They both looked like crap, not as good looking as the story says they are, and definitely not as good looking as me. I-" Dean rolled his eyes as he told Puck to shut his piehole. Cas looked at Puck with genuine curiosity. "What are you? I sense that you aren't human, but you aren't like anything that I've ever seen before. Neither are the other three of you. I-I can't detect anything from you, not like I can with Sam or Dean." Relda smiled at the man, and explained that they were immortal and they could age to be any age they had lived to be. Puck was the only one of them who had actually lived for longer than his age indicated. Cas just nodded and looked over at Dean and Sam. Daphne looked over at Cas though, surprised. "Wait. You aren't the least bit surprised? Most people laugh in our faces and walk away. Why do you believe us?" Cas sighed with a level of exhaustion that is absurd for an angel of the lord. "I have been through a lot more than you think I have. I can decide to believe somebody within seconds of them telling me something because I can sense things. Not you four, but Sam and Dean I can sense. They believe you so I will believe you." Daphne and Sabrina looked at each other as if to say something like what the hell is this lunatic talking about. Relda smiled at the man's honesty though, and his loyalty to the brothers that she had grown to trust with her life. "So, Castiel? Do you want something to eat? I can whip something up." Cas frowned and nodded his head. "I don't eat. Or sleep. I don't understand what whip up means either." Puck and Daphne looked aghast at the thought of not eating. Sabrina walked over and shook Cas's hand. He didn't expect it so he looked like somebody had just taken his Netflix. "Nice to meet you, Castiel. If you don't eat or sleep than what are you going to do when we hit the sack?'' Cas looked up, confused. "I don't understand that reference." Sabrina laughed and rephrased her question. "What are you going to do when we got to bed?" Cas smiled at her and looked around in a very Castiel way. "I'll watch over you." Puck spat his drink all over the table and glanced at Sam. "He'll what?"