I'm really really sorry about taking so long to update, guys! Truth is, I'm kinda stumped on where to go from here with the story after this chapter. I'm kinda waiting for season 9 to start so maybe it will give me some ideas. Please be patient with me and again, thanks for reading! Please R&R!
It was late Sunday evening as they got back into Celeste's car to drive home. They were both reluctant to leave and head back to work, but they knew they both had responsibilities to take care of. Plus Celeste's dad was getting back from his fishing trip tomorrow morning, and Celeste wanted a head start.
Castiel held Celeste's hand for most of the drive. They gazed lovingly at each other every so often, and Castiel leaned over a few times to give her a peck on the cheek. Celeste realized suddenly that Castiel still didn't know how to drive a car.
"Do you want to learn how to drive?" She asked him.
He looked surprised at the question, but curious. "Is it hard?" He asked.
"It's not too hard once you get the hang of it. If I could learn to drive at 16, then I can definitely teach you," she said with a smile.
"You'd do that for me?" He asked. Did he really think there was much of anything she wouldn't do for him at this point?
"Of course, silly," she laughed. "It's an important skill to have. You could drive yourself places eventually. Even get your own car if you save up enough money." Castiel's eyes widened at the thought. He seemed a bit overwhelmed.
"But only if you want to, of course," she assured him. He nodded and smiled at her.
They pulled into the hotel parking lot at about 10 o'clock. They were both so tired from the weekend that they agreed they needed to go to bed early tonight. Castiel walked Celeste to her room and suddenly she realized she didn't want to sleep alone. Just because they were back home, that didn't mean things had to change, right?
She looked back at him to see that puppy dog look of his again. "I don't want to sleep alone in my room, Celeste," he said sincerely.
She nodded and put her arm around him, pulling him into her room and shutting the door behind him. They put their pajamas on and practically fell into bed, they were so exhausted. Celeste curled up against him and he wrapped his arm around her, kissing her forehead tenderly.
Celeste awoke to an empty bed again. Luckily she had remembered to set her alarm, or she might've been late for work. There was a note on her night stand. She picked it up and read it.
'Celeste, I had a wonderful weekend with you. Nothing makes me happier than being with you. Please forgive me for not waking you before I left but I had to get to work early this morning to work on the leaky faucet again. I got a text that it was acting up last night. See you at lunch? Have a nice morning. All my love, Castiel.'
She smiled warmly at the note and sighed, falling back into bed one last time before she had to get up and get ready. Once she had showered and dressed, she grabbed her purse and headed down to the front office. About a half hour after she started work, two tall, handsome but sour-faced young men walked into the front office.
"We'd like a room," the taller one said, his voice surprisingly kind.
"No problem," she said. "Let me just give you this form to fill out and I'll need to see some IDs. It's $90 a night by the way."
They both handed her their IDs and the taller man took the form and started filling it out. The shorter, leaner man was looking around the front office with an air of impatience.
Celeste looked at their IDs. 'Ted Nugent?' She thought silently. 'Angus Young?' She couldn't help but chuckle at the obvious fake names. But she didn't mind. They got a lot of strange customers come through the Inn and her dad was clear that any customer had money they needed. The man looked up at her from the form he was filling out but said nothing. He handed her a credit card and the completed form and she typed in the information into the system.
"How many nights will you be staying with us?" She asked.
"Just one," the shorter man answered curtly.
The taller man turned back to the shorter man and she heard him whisper something along the lines of, 'But what if he's here and we can't find him? Shouldn't we take our time-'
'Sammy, we got bigger things to worry about. We need to get back on the road,' the shorter man said through gritted teeth.
"Sammy?" Celeste asked, having caught that.
The shorter man looked nervous suddenly, shifting his feet and said, "Oh, it's just a...family nickname."
"Yeah," agreed the taller man, the one called, 'Sammy'. "I hate going by Ted...so...I go by my middle name." The shorter man, Angus, she guessed, nodded and smiled.
"So your name is Ted Sammy Nugent?" She asked incredulously. This was just ridiculous. They both looked as if they needed a way out. Celeste shook her head and waved her hand.
"Nevermind," she said. "It's none of my business. So, just one night then?"
They both nodded and smiled. She entered the information into the computer and swiped the credit card.
"Okay, you're all set," she said. "I'll have Mary help you with your bags."
Mary, who was sitting at her side, got up and walked out of the office with the two men, ogling their butts on the way out and making a thumbs-up gesture to Celeste in the window. Celeste just laughed and turned back to her work. About an hour later, Celeste's dad walked back through the door, back from his fishing trip and ready for work.
"How's my favorite employee?" He asked as he squeezed her shoulders.
"Good, dad," she said with a smile. "How was your trip? Catch anything?"
"Oooh, plenty. Come to my room tonight and we'll have a feast. Hell, you can even invite your weirdo friend!"
"Dad, he's just different," Celeste reminded him. "And no thanks, you know I hate fish." Her dad chuckled and walked into the back room to work on some paperwork.
Twelve o'clock rolled around and it was time for lunch. Castiel was always prompt in meeting Celeste for their daily lunch break. But today he was running a bit late. Ten minutes went by and Celeste started to worry. She grabbed her purse and her lunch bag from the small fridge in the back room and decided to go looking for him. Maybe he had gotten backed up with work today.
She checked the room with the leaky faucet and saw no sign of him. It looked like he had been working in here, but he was long gone now. She walked up and down the halls looking for him. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her mind raced. What could've happened to him? This wasn't like him. Something was definitely wrong, she could feel it.
Finally, she heard lound, angry voices coming from a nearby room. She realized it was the room the two young men had rented. Putting her ear to the door, she heard Castiel's voice as well. Frantically, she banged her fist on the door.
"Hello?" She asked. "Castiel? What's going on?"
There was some arguing, but eventually the shorter man, Angus, opened the door and let Celeste in. The taller man, Ted, was standing, facing Castiel who was sitting on the bed, looking distressed. Celeste noticed Angus shut the door behind her and locked it. She gulped.
"Castiel," she said, trying to make her voice sound steady. "What is going on here?"
He looked at her sadly and said, "Celeste, these are my friends, Sam and Dean Winchester."
Celeste's brow furrowed in confusion for a moment. "You mean Ted Nugent and Angus Young?" She chuckled disbelievingly. The man called Dean rolled his eyes in annoyance. Celeste ignored him.
"It's a long story," Castiel explained. "But...they have been looking for me for months."
"Yeah, and it would've helped if you'd pick up your damn cell phone for once, Cas!" Dean said angrily.
"Dean," the man called Sam said exasperatedly. "He said so himself, he was in shock. He was ashamed. He needed some time to himself-"
"Oh really!" Dean almost yelled. "And it didn't matter at all that we were trying to fix Crowley, that even though he might be human now we could've used his help-"
"Dean," Castiel said with a sigh. "I'm sorry. How many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry?"
"Maybe when you start meaning it!" Dean snapped.
The room was silent for a moment. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. Celeste shuddered. She was uncomfortable, but she needed answers.
"Castiel, will you please just explain to me what the hell is going on?!" She said, her voice cracking.
"Like I said, it's a long story. Are you sure you want to hear it?" He asked.
Celeste looked at her watch. "Try your best to summarize it," she said with a sigh. "My lunch break is over in 30 minutes."
Castiel, Sam, and Dean took turns explaining their story to Celeste. She was surprised they were telling her all of this, but Castiel had already told them what he had told her about him, and he also told them that they were in love, so the two brothers must've thought she was trustworthy somehow.
Celeste suddenly felt so small in Castiel's world. He was such in important person with such an important role to play, that she couldn't help but feel like she was keeping him from his true purpose. She was sitting next to Castiel on the bed, holding his hand.
"So...you've killed people," she said. "You've all killed people."
"Demons and monsters, mostly," Dean reminded her. "And they all had it coming, trust me."
She nodded, looking at the floor, trying to process all the information she had just learned. It was a lot to take in. She looked at her watch. It was time for her to get back to work.
"Well, it was nice meeting you both," she said. "But I have to get back to work. Castiel, that means you too." They both got up to leave and Dean chuckled to himself.
"Something funny?" Celeste asked. She didn't really like his attitude.
"Oh, nothing," he said. "But if you really think that Cas is gonna stay here with you and work as a janitor in this little hotel for the rest of his life, you're crazy, lady."
Celeste felt her face burn hot with anger and she turned to face him, looking him square in the eyes she said, "He loves me. And I love him. And you two say you've died for family, and for love. But you don't seem to recognize it when two people are so obviously in love with each other? Well, I feel sorry for you. Seems to me you could both use a woman in your life."
The last part was a petty thing for her to say, she knew, but she was angry - angry at these men who had come into her life and were trying to separate Castiel from her, and angry with Castiel, for keeping this all from her. With that, she turned on her heel and stomped out of the room, with Castiel following not far behind. She could still hear Dean's cruel laughter as she walked down the hall. She didn't even bother to return Castiel's "goodbye" as she walked back into the front office, wiping a tear from her eye.