Cas flew off, the need to find and protect Sam, burning in his brain, when a tremor went through the world.
The sound of the car's engine revving, shook Cas from his memory. He could see the car pulling out of town. Wait... someone had altered time... Cas could remember months of flying after Sam, while he was hunting, but those memories were vague and gritty, like old paper. Feeling bold, Cas did some ace stunt flying and landed on the backseat of the car, invisible. "Sucks that we didn't safe the professor, Sam. But I think you're glad to leave there, am I right?" Sam looked pensive. "Sammy? You with me?" Dean sounded worried. "I know what, we'll get a motel near here, and we'll wait for that son of a bitch to show his ugly mug. Then we'll gank him. How's that, huh?" Sam looked simply horrified. "No! I mean... he'll be gone halfway across the continent now. He's a Trickster. He won't walk out of town." Cas could feel the weight of the extra time and memories on Sam. Days, months. More months than Cas could remember following him. What had happened there? "Awe, come on, Sam. I really want a shot at him. Don't spoil the fun with your logic." Cas smiled. For a protector of infants, Diniël really was a big child himself at times. Looked like Dean had that trait too. "Let's just get as far away as possible. Maybe we can find a motel when it gets dark, but until then, just drive." Sam replied and got back to staring out the window.
Cas could sense Sam's mind wandering and a feeling of great love flowed off him. Cas frowned. Who did Sam love this much, besides his brother? The car was silent for a while, but Dean apparently didn't like it, so he turned on the radio. Sam glanced at it, but remained silent. That is, until a new song began. After only three accords, Sam turned it off. "Dude! Asia!" Dean called indignantly. A deathglare from his brother shut him up. "Crap. Sorry, Sammy." Sam sighed. "It's ok, Dean. I never wanna hear it again, that's all." He turned back to the window and muttered under his breath, so low only Cas could hear it with his angelic hearing. "Really. I love you to bits, but you will have to beg me to forgive you this." Cas tilted his head in confusion. That was an odd comment. Sam turned to his brother again. "Dean, let's eat. There's a diner up ahead. You can have anything you want. As long as it isn't pig 'n a poke." Dean smiled. "Even pie?" That earned him a smile, so bright, Cas thought this had to be Shamsiël. "Even pie, Dean." Cas decided that he might have to leave the brothers be for a bit. He knew a lot about them, and he could hone in on them if he wanted to. He had some questions, and he would get his answers.
February 2008, Thursday, a motel near Okeelanta, Florida
Dean dug through his duffel, looking for a clean shirt, when the Clannad CD dropped out. With trepidition, he picked it up. He still had to listen to numbers four and up. Biting his lip, he slid the disc into the slide of Sam's laptop. Sam was doing laundry, so he'd be gone a while. Skipping to the fourth song, Dean sighed. He wasn't saying the other song caused that freak fainting spell, but he wasn't saying it didn't. In his life weird was usual, so he wasn't taking chances. What he didn't expect was for the very first legilible lines to punch the air out of him. "No matter where you go, I will find you. If it takes a long, long time. No matter where you go, I will find you. If it takes a thousand years." Clear as day, he remembered lobbing pebbles at cans, then hearing that gravelly voice in his head. Dean sank down on a chair, running his hand through his words, those lines, they were there throughout the whole song... Dean could hear them without wincing, when the song ended. He drew a shuddering breath. He was still a bit shaken, but he also knew that the odds of him finding out how the words he had heard in his head when he was five ended up in a song, were next to none. At least the song had ended now... The next song started."I've been willing and strong all along, through chilling times. In a sea of heartbreak, where you give and take. I won't give in to promises, until I find something to believe in." Dean stiffened, while walking to the bathroom. It couldn't be... Instantly Dean was transported to that cold day in 1987, when he had found that nice den in the woods in Maryland. 'I can't believe it. The exact words... these are the exact words... How?' Dean stumbled towards the bed.