Disclaimer: I do not own puppy(Sam), stalker coat(Cas), or anything else from Kripke's imagination.
A/N: I knoow, I didn't update like I usually do, I'm an underachiever. I was actually supposed to be reading Tooth and Nail and The Tempest over winter break, and since school is tomorrow and I haven't even started either I guess there's no point now.
And I'm going to try and end this story soon hopefully, because I am an idiot and started two other stories while writing this one, and I know I shouldn't do that because I'm dumb but I did anyways. I might do a sequel though...
I'll shut up now.
Chapter 10:
"So, Taylor," Dean began, a smirk on his face. Everyone was pretty much doing their own thing except for Sam and Dean, who wanted to know what their little angel girl had done so bad that Castiel almost did not want her around. "What trouble have you caused?"
Taylor's face turned mockingly thoughtful, and she was smirking. "Well, Dean, I do not know why Castiela thinks I'm such a bad seed, but I may have caused just a smudge of chaos back at Nephilim Central," she said smiling at Dean.
Dean smiled encouragingly. He wasn't sure if he was encouraging her telling the trouble she'd caused or encouraging her causing trouble for those bastards, but still.
"Just a few minor pranks, you know, exlax in the coffee, then hiding every bit of toilet paper, or glueing all the cards in the deck together because basically all the older Nephilim do is playing cards. I've also had a few experiences with itching powder," Taylor trailed off.
"How are those that bad? Dean pulls crap like that all the time," Sam asked.
"Those are not the only pranks she has pulled, and the wrong prank now could be deadly," a familiar monotonic voice said.
"Seriously, Cas? Every kid does that crap, hell, we used to not too long ago!" Dean said, remembering when things were easier and him and Sam were just hunting, not having to deal with the end of the world and Lucifer.
"Taylor has a very mischievous mind and if she took things a step too far she could cause a lot more damage then you all think."
Dean chuckled. "Whatever, Cas."
Everyone looked to the door of the motel where Kristen, Johnny, and Lewis came panting into the room.
"Hey, where have you guys been?" Taylor asked.
"We went on a walk," Kristen said.
"Taylor! Guess who we saw?" Johnny said.
"Who?"
"Jerry! The janitor, you know? From the... fa... cil..." he got out, hyperventilating.
"Whoa," Sam said catching Johnny as he almost fell setting him on the bed closest to him.
"Where? Why? What did he say?" Taylor asked frantically.
"He was at a park! But he wasn't wearing janitor clothes anymore. We were sitting on a bench and he walked up to us, and smiled and said he was proud of us!" Lewis said.
What the hell? Sam thought.
"And then he said everything would work out! I think he's some crazy stalker," Kristen continued.
"Well we have to go check it out!" Sam said to Dean and Castiel.
Dean nodded. "You kids all need to stay here."
"What!? That's not fair-" Taylor began.
"Life's not meant to be fair," Dean interrupted.
Taylor huffed and fell back on the bed.
"Let's go Sammy."
* * *
Sam, Dean, and Castiel walked around the park and didn't see anyone that fit the description of this 'Jerry' character. Tallish, black hair mostly covered by a NASCAR hat, and wearing jeans and a tee-shirt.
The trio continued looking for another fifteen minutes before deciding this Jerry man obviously wasn't here anymore.
"Well, maybe we should wait for a while before leaving. He might come back," Sam said thoughtfully.
Dean and Castiel obliged and they all took a seat on a bench near a swing set.
They all kept eyes on the bench across the playground, which was the bench Lewis said Jerry was seated when they left.
Dean's eyes wandered to a little blond girl in a pink dress and who must have been her dad playing in the sandbox.
Dean wondered if in another life, that might have been Dean and Taylor. This thought made Dean sad because he realized that he had missed out on so much. Taylor had missed out on so much more, Dean thought, because she aged so fast and barely even got to be a kid,especially at the facility.
The little girl giggled and clapped her hands when she threw a pile of sand at her dad, who was attempting to spit out some of the sand that ended up in his mouth.
He growled and ran to swoop the little girl up in his arms, laughing and running off onto the grass.
Dean sighed and let his eyes wander elsewhere.
When his eyes landed on the bench across the playground Dean gasped.
"Sam," Dean whispered as if the man could hear them.
"Wha- Oh!" Sam said when he saw the man in the tee-shirt, jeans and NASCAR hat sitting on the bench. Smiling.
The two got up and started towards Jerry, when Castiel stopped them.
"Wait!" Castiel said.
"What?" Dean asked.
Dean and Sam looked down into Castiel's closed hand he was holding out.
Slowly he opened his hand, and in it lay Dean's necklace, that was glowing, giving off the impression that it was probably burning.
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