Dean felt regrets from the moment that he left. The way that Cas and Lil hugged him on the porch with just a little extra tightness made him almost drop the whole thing. Cas leaned into his ear though and said, "Be safe, and hurry home to us." He kissed Dean's cheek and added, "Call me if I need to add anything to the narrative, or just call me." Dean left with a grin that he hoped inspired confidence.
"Don't miss me too much." And on that note he left. He glanced into his rearview mirror as he pulled away from the house. They stood together, small in the reflection. He called Garth while he was driving out to remind him to be present. Cas had said that it wasn't necessary, but Dean begged to differ. Cas seemed to agree reluctantly, so Dean was satisfied.
He did not get to Donna's place until quite late since he left Jacksonville quite late. She waited up for him though. She greeted him with a warm hug and tugged the duffle bag out of his hands, carrying it in for him. "How was the drive?" She asked as she tossed his bag onto the pull-out sofa bed that she had apparently already prepared for him.
"Long, but not too awful. I got to listen to a few of the classics and I had some time to mentally prepare for the meeting. Did you get us an appointment?" He leaned against the back of her couch and she stood across from him in the small space.
"Well, yeah, but it won't be until evening tomorrow. Figure we can talk with Jorge in the morning and maybe the guys can come by for lunch to go through the stuff that we are going to take to Frank. Then it'll all just be fallout and rainbows." Donna laughed and gave Dean's arm a little slug.
"That sounds like a solid day from Hell. You have to work tomorrow?"
"Nope. I'm at your disposal. However, we really should get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to kick our asses." She walked over to the side of the sofa and gestured. "This'll be your bed. I'll be up pretty early, so don't plan to get any extra sleep."
"Okay, boss." Dean hopped into the center of the bed and Donna slipped off to her room, closing the door behind her. Dean pulled out his disposable phone and punched up Cas' number. He knew it was late, but he had promised to call when he arrived.
Cas' groggy voice came through after only one ring. "Dean."
"Hey, Cas. I'm at Donna's now."
"Good. Ready for all of your meetings?"
Dean ran a hand up through his hair and toed his shoes off over the side of the bed. "I will be after a few hours sleep." He paused a moment and asked, "You sure about the Mirov narrative? I mean, it seems like a bit of a stretch from what we have been assuming all along. You know, that he was manipulated and such."
Cas sighed; they had talked about his before Dean had left. "I can't be one hundred percent certain, but it seems likely. I mean, after Lil told me the Mexico story, I thought that some things just didn't make sense. You know, he was working on cures for the Ebola virus when it was all brand new. It may have been a job, but it is hardly one that you do without any emotional attachment. You work on something like that because you maybe care about humanity a little. I think that the bulk of his anger about Niveus was directed at how they dealt with his other drug, the anti-coagulate. I also think that the notes that Meg left in her files about Mirov seemed softer than they would have been if he had been only a monster."
"Okay, Cas. Then that is the narrative that we run with. I just hope that we aren't giving him a pass with it."
"We know who the biggest monsters are, Dean. They are A, Al, and Brady. We focus on them, and we have done the best possible thing. We just have to hope that the media can provide the right level of pressure on the D.A. with regards to the prosecution on these bastards." Cas let out a loud yawn, and Dean knew that it was maybe time to let him go.
"Is Garth there?" Dean just had to be sure that things were secure before he hung up.
"He's staying out in your trailer. You don't need to worry. I gotta say, Dean, I know that you put a lot of stock in him, but I think that I can take care of Lil and I just fine without inconveniencing him."
"Cas, why are we paying him, if not for things like this? Now, don't make me worry. You complain about him, and I start thinking that you are gearing up to send him home. Please don't."
Cas huffed out a frustrated puff of air. "Dean, trust me. I said that he could stay, so he is here. No worrying, okay?"
"No worrying." Dean knew that the conversation needed to come to an end. "Love you."
"Love you too. Don't let the bedbugs bite." Cas chuckled a little.
"Dork."
"Assbutt."
"I'll call you tomorrow, probably late."
"I'll wait up. Good night, Dean."
"Good night, Cas."
Donna and Dean walked into the precinct with all the nervous tension sitting on their shoulders. They knew that it would be that way. Jorge was not expecting them. They came in and Dean was greeted with enthusiasm by his old co-workers. He was polite and took the time to visit for a few moments. Donna helped him break free, and she lead him to Jorge's door. When they entered his office, Jorge looked both shocked and pleased to see Dean.
"Hey, there. I didn't expect to see you back here so soon. You gonna try to grovel for your old job back?" He got up from his desk and came over to Dean to clap him on the back. Dean smiled at the familiarity and pushed aside the feelings that he had been carrying with him before.
Donna spoke up then. "Jorge, we are here to have a more official conversation. You have a few minutes?"
Jorge's expression darkened a little. "Of course. What's got you looking so serious?" Jorge made his way back to his seat and Dean and Donna sat across from him.
Dean spoke then. "So, Donna and I have been communicating about the case. I haven't been able to let it go, and now Donna has a lot of the same feelings. She has learned some things that we need to share with you."
"Okay." Jorge seemed to squirm about a little in his seat. "I assume that the case that you are talking about the A and Al murders."
"Well, more than that, but yes." Donna leaned forward. "It goes back farther than that though."
"What have you learned?" Jorge leaned forward too.
Dean answered, "We learned that Brady is rather involved. We learned that Mirov is involved and not dead. We learned that you were the officer that wrote up the report on Mirov's death all those years ago." Dean stopped and leveled his gaze on Jorge.
Jorge did not say anything at first, then he said, "I have written up a lot of reports. I don't recall that one." He began drumming on the desk then. His fingers making a loud pattern of sounds as he spoke. He looked off toward the bookcase and then back to them. "I think that you are mistaken."
Donna was angry. "We are not mistaken. I saw your signature on the paperwork. It is yours."
Jorge got up then and walked to the bookcase. He looked back at them then ran his hand along the shelf to the edge. "Like I said, I don't recall that one. That would have been decades ago. Maybe you are mistaken." He raised a finger to his lips then, but Donna didn't seem to get it.
She stood up then and said, "Why are you lying? Why would you keep this from us? People have died because of this man, and you obviously know something." Dean realized then that Jorge was trying to silence them for a reason. He got up and put a hand on Donna's arm.
"Clearly, we were wrong, Jorge." Dean looked him in the eyes and saw that Jorge was trying to say more than he could.
Donna tried to start again, irritation plain in her tone, "What the Hell, Dean…"
"No, Donna, we were wrong. Why would Jorge ever cover up something? Have a little faith in the man." Dean raised a hand to the bookcase and pointed at the edge. Jorge had been trying to show them something there. Donna got close to it and Dean peered past her. A small mic was stuck in the corner.
"So, we clear?" Jorge asked as he returned to his seat.
"Yes." Dean walked over to the desk and picked up a pen and slip of paper. He jotted down the address for the diner down the street, and 11:00 am. Jorge gave him a nod and pocketed the paper. "So, I'm sorry about Donna. You know how she gets sometimes. I'm just glad I got to see the old gang for a bit before heading back to Pensacola."
"Pensacola, huh? Sounds warm." Jorge's face though said more than his words.
"Yeah, that's the Florida life. It's been a good life." Dean put a hand to Donna's back and the two of them edged out. "See ya around." They left in a rush, but did not speak until they were safely squared away in the Impala.
"What the Hell, Dean? What do we do now? You know how many things have been shared in that office. I have told him so much about the case, about the evidence, about you even. What do we do?"
"You never mentioned Jacksonville, right?" Dean looked at her quickly, before heading off down the road.
"No, I have been feigning ignorance about where you live to pretty much everyone, Jorge included. The evidence though. I mean, we went over my suspicions about Mirov being alive. Is it Brady that has the bug in Jorge's office?"
"That would be a little ironic, huh?" Dean gave a short, quick laugh. "It's either him or he put his evil A-Team on it. Either way, this is bad." Dean gripped the steering wheel tight. "What do they have on Jorge to make him go along with this?"
"It must be big." Donna stared straight ahead.
Dean glanced at her and said, "Now I get how they knew about the juror that they killed. They heard her confession and dealt with it before she even left the area. God, I never even considered how they could have known. I just figured that they would have been following her."
"Maybe they did that too. They wouldn't be against that sort of thing." They pulled into the lot for the diner. Dean shut the car off and the two of them got out slowly, the slamming doors echoing around them. Dean lead her to a booth at the back of the place, not far from where he had sat with Crowley all those months ago.
Dean glanced at his watch and then back at Donna. "What do we do with all this?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, we have a meeting with Frank at the KRCC later. Do we add any of this to the narrative that we give him?" Dean drummed his knuckles on the table, looking nervously around the room.
"I don't know. Let's just wait and see what Jorge has to say about it all." They ordered food that they didn't eat and coffee. They passed the time until it was finally 11 and the front door opened. Jorge strolled in and slid into the booth next to Donna.
"I'm sorry." The first words out of his mouth fell out in a tone of defeat.
"You're going to have to do better than that, Jorge. Get with the explaining." Dean set down his coffee mug and rested his hands on the table.
Jorge folded his own hands in front of him and looked steadily at Dean. "I know about your connections to the case. I know about your mom."
Dean felt a little shock wave roll up over him. "Why didn't you take me off the case then?"
"I was told not to. You being on the case meant that no usable evidence could ever be produced. So, I was told not to do a thing about it." He paused, broke his gaze to look at Donna then back at Dean before adding, "I'm sorry, Dean."
Donna piped in then, "So, what do they have on you?"
Jorge looked at her guilty and worried in equal measure. "When I moved here with my parents, we came to live with my Aunt and her family. I was an only child, which was kind of odd, but I had a ton of cousins. One in particular was special to me. Gabriella. She was the brother I never had."
Dean interrupted him then, "Brother?"
"Yeah, she wasn't all girly and shit. She climbed trees with me and shot cans in the field. Gabs and I were thick as thieves. She grew up and married fresh out of high school. I made my way through the police academy. We stayed in touch. More than that, we had dinner together every week. Her husband and I became friends too. She had some kids and I kept plugging away at being a police officer." Jorge stopped then.
"Go on, Jorge," Dean encouraged.
"They did something to her oldest kid, a boy named Mickey. I just had to file the report on Mirov's death and he would be okay. You don't know, you couldn't know. They are my family. They are the only things that matter. I did it, and I'd do it again."
"Did they fix Mickey when it was all said and done?" Donna asked.
"Yes, but years later he was hit by a car. He died. I had told them that I wouldn't let them tap my office. This was the way that they chose to remind me of my limited power. With Mickey dead, I became their tool. Gabs had other children to protect, and I wasn't about to be responsible for that. Six kids, down to five. I had to protect them. The youngest one is nine years old. The oldest has a kid of her own. They all call me uncle Jorge. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for them. Nothing." Jorge moved his hands to his lap clutching them together as he did so.
"What all have you shared with them? If we know, maybe we can stop them." Dean dipped his head a little to force eye contact.
"You can't stop them. They have too much power. They know everything that has ever been said in my office. And although you suggested that you were in Pensacola, I think that they know that it is closer. You are here with the Impala after all. You didn't drive here from Florida."
Dean hummed out his concern and Jorge continued, "I had to give them evidence from the evidence locker once. They asked for the red files. The ones on the Alpha Strain." Jorge looked out at the street seemingly worried about who might be out there, ready to stop the thread of his conversation. "They asked if I knew where you went and where your boyfriend moved off to. That was recent, like a few weeks ago."
"Why did they want to know?" Dean felt his muscles tighten with worry and the need to leap off to the car, and drive, just drive.
"They wouldn't say directly. I think that they see you all as loose ends. Or it could have something to do with Mirov."
Donna spoke up then, "What is happening with Mirov that would make them want to find Dean or Cas?"
"Well, Dean and Cas know things. They are the loose ends, but I think that Lil, M's daughter is the concern. I don't know why, but they had me run a trace on her. They wanted to find her. I asked why, and they said that Mirov would want to know that they were keeping track of her. They didn't elaborate. I didn't do much to help; although, I made it look like I did. They didn't get anything from me. I wouldn't want to see a kid get harmed." Jorge's voice tapered off.
"Thank you, Jorge." Dean felt a slight ebb of relief despite the troubling information. Jorge, at least, was still a little loyal to a good cause.
"I know that you are living in Jacksonville. They don't know," Jorge added.
"Can we keep that information from them for a little longer?" Dean asked.
"They won't hear it from me, but it wouldn't be hard for them to figure it out. I found a video, almost by accident. That lead to me looking up other things that gave me their location. You might have to move." Dean glanced down at his watch again, determined to speed up their day.
"I think that Donna and I will need to rethink things. I'll get in touch with you later about what we can do to fix all of this and keep your family safe." Dean got up then and Jorge followed. Donna moved past him to Dean's side. They paid their bills and parted ways. Dean watched Jorge walking away from them down the sidewalk, shoulders slumped under the weight of his choices.
Uriel and Sam met them at KRCC. They were a small station that had broadcasts both on the radio and on the television. Frank had come out of his office and had greeted them personally His hair was wild and did not make him look like a respectable anchor. He was though, maybe the glasses did the trick. They had the old 1950's look. He shook their hands in a way that seemed wary. He lead them back into his office and began the conversation with, "So, what great conspiracy theory will you be laying on me today?"
Sam cocked an eyebrow up and asked, "What makes you think that we have a conspiracy theory for you?"
"That's how all of my meetings seem to go. Someone calls with all sorts of cagey details. They tell me that they can't talk over the phone. They seem nervous when scheduling the appointment and even when shaking hands." Frank looked from one to the next. "You all seem to fit the bill."
Uriel slid a folder over to him, and Dean added his to the small stack. Uriel said, "I think that you'll find us to be a little more than your usual sort."
"Well, lay it on me. I don't have all day." Frank leaned back into his chair the picture of relaxed.
Uriel flipped open the folder on his desk and said, "What we are giving to you, you'll understand, is not to be dealt with lightly. We will need to be guaranteed anonymity."
Frank's nose wrinkled up a little and he gave a little shrug as if to say, whatever, get on with it. Sam spoke up then. "Uriel and I have been looking into some recent killings, as well as a much older crime. We can't be tied to this though. It could land us in some pretty major hot water."
Uriel interrupted, "So, the case that you will read about here involves Niveus and Stiel Pharmaceuticals." Uriel outlined the case and the major details. As he continued, Frank leaned forward in his chair. He quickly lost the look of mild irritation and became completely engrossed. An hour later and he was fully on board.
"You were right, this is some serious shit. So, I will need to keep the folders of evidence there. I gotta be able to back up my claims, and I need to be able to verify all of this. I think that this is huge though. Might be the biggest story I've ever been handed."
Dean wrote down one of his disposable numbers. "Here, you can call this number if anything comes up or if you have questions."
Frank stood up then and shook each of their hands in turn before they left. "I'll be in contact. I should be able to put this together in about a week, maybe less."
Dean had returned that night to Donna's place, feeling satisfied with the outcome. He had not been certain about how to handle Jorge. True he had been a little loyal, but his actions had also enabled three very dangerous men. Dean strolled over to the window and looked down on the street below. He contemplated leaving that night for Jacksonville. He wasn't tired, and there wasn't much that needed to be done in the city anymore, so why stay. Something wasn't sitting right with him though. He felt as though an eerie presence had been looming over his shoulder most of the day. Occasionally, he would shoot a glance back over his shoulder just to see what was there. So far, there had been nothing. Just nerves.
"Dean, you should get some sleep. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow, if you are planning to make the drive home." Donna walked up to his side and looked down on the street with him. Dean let the curtain fall back in front of the window, but Donna caught it and pulled it aside again. She leaned into the window and pressed her head to the glass, seeming as though she was trying to get closer to something.
"Something wrong?" Dean watched her. She didn't answer at first. Dean reached up and touched her arm. "Donna?"
She nodded in a way that directed his attention down to the street. "That car. There is someone in the driver's seat."
Dean looked down to where she directed, and he could see something in the car. "You think that he is trouble?"
"He was there when we left earlier today. He wasn't there when we returned, but he is there now. Maybe it is nothing, but it seems fishy." She stepped back from the window and looked at Dean.
"Maybe I should go down and check." Dean reached over to the dining room chair and pulled his jacket off the back. He threw it on and took two steps to the door before Donna stopped him.
"Dean, I don't think that this is a good idea."
"I'll take my gun. Don't worry." He moved his gun to the pocket of his jacket and got closer to the door.
"I should come with you." Donna started pulling on her own coat too then.
"No, you should provide back up from the window. Watch and be ready, just in case." Dean opened the door and stepped out. Donna stayed behind.
The night was crisp and cool. He made sure to have a steady grip on the gun. He crossed the street from behind the vehicle, watching the reflection in the mirror that didn't seem to see him as he approached. He glanced up and saw that Donna was still in her window. The man in the car seemed to be looking up at her. Dean reached out and gave the window a sharp knock. The man jumped, took one look at Dean, and quickly drove from the curb and down the street.
Dean went back up to the apartment. Donna looked concerned. "Well, that was odd."
"He could have just thought that you were creepy. I know that I wouldn't stick around for a conversation with a stranger knocking on my window in the middle of the night." Donna seemed like she was looking for a comforting path.
"Yeah, if we were any other people, I'd agree, but we are not." Dean took off the jacket and returned it to the chair. "Call Jorge."
"Okay, why?"
"See if you can find out whether or not we have something stuck to our shoes. Be subtle." Dean sat on the edge of the sofa while Donna pulled up his contact information and sent out the call. She put the phone on speaker so that Dean could hear.
"Hello." Jorge's voice was haggard and strained.
"Jorge, it's Hanscum, Donna. Dean's on the line too. You don't sound good." She looked over at Dean then back at the phone.
"Can't talk right now. I'm at the hospital. My niece is here." His voice cracked a bit in the last bit.
Donna looked worried. She asked, "What happened?"
"She seems to have been poisoned. Been told that she will be okay though, since I've been helpful." His voice fell again and he added, "I'm so sorry, Dean. So sorry."
Dean jumped up then and snatched the phone. "What did you do?" No reply. "Goddamnit Jorge, what the Hell did you do?" He shouted into the phone, but Jorge had already hung up. "I have to get to Jacksonville." He grabbed his coat and keys and rushed toward the door. "Go somewhere safe. Call me when you get there." He was out the door and down to his car in mere seconds. He was dialing Cas' number. How long ago had he told them? How long have they been heading for them? The phone rang and rang. No answer.
Garth. I'll call Garth. He dialed the number and waited. One ring, two, three, four, five, six, voicemail. Damnit. "Garth A and Al are coming, or someone is coming. Get Cas and Lil to someplace safe. Call me. Call me right away." He hung up and tried Cas again. This time he left a message. "Cas, get Lil and get out. Get somewhere safe. Call me."
He tore off down the dark road, not looking back. His heart was beating out a harsh rhythm in his chest. Missouri. I'll call her. He sent the call out as he hit the freeway, pedal to the metal and the roar of the engine carrying him onward. One ring and, "Dean?"
"Thank God."
"Something wrong?" Her tone was maternal, and also all business in one breath.
"Missouri, someone is coming to Jacksonville to hurt Cas and Lil. I am on my way there, but no one is answering their phones. Even Garth's phone went to voicemail. I'm freaking out here."
"Take a deep breath. I'll go there right now and check on them. You have any idea what I'm walking into?" He could hear her moving about, likely getting ready to drive over. He also heard Adam's voice in the background.
"Where are you going, mom?"
She responded to Adam, "I'm going to Dean's place. He thinks that something is wrong out there, and he needs me to check on Cas and Lil."
"I'm going with you. You need back up." Adam's voice was coming through loud and clear.
"No, you stay here. I will call you if anyone else needs to be brought in. I'm sure it is nothing." Dean could hear a door closing and then Missouri's words again, "So tell me what you think is going on."
Dean explained briefly what had been happening that weekend in the city and why he thought that someone was heading to their home. Missouri listened and drove. She let Dean know when she got close to the house. "Is his car there?"
"Looks like it, but something isn't right." Dean felt his foot pressing harder on the accelerator, but he couldn't go any faster. The engine was already carrying him along at breakneck speeds.
"What's happening? What do you see?" Dean felt the breathing in his lungs, in his throat. He was practically strangling on each intake.
"The front door is open. I'm going to put you on speaker in my pocket. Don't talk though. I'm going to go check it out." Dean could hear the ruffling noises of her actions, and he obeyed and stayed silent. Seconds passed. Minutes passed. He was not close enough. It would be hours before he would even be close. Be okay, Cas. Be okay. God, Lil, remember how to hide. Be far away. Hide, baby girl. His thoughts were running away, prayers and curses. He was beating himself up for having ever left. He was calling out to a god that he didn't even think that he believed in anymore. His mind was all noise and chaos. The silence coming from Missouri's end of the call was deafening. He wanted to call out, ask her what she was seeing, but he curbed it. "Dean."
"What's happening? Talk to me."
"Something bad. There's blood, broken glass. No signs of Cas or Lil. I'm calling for some back up on this. I think that I can get someone from the next town over. I'm gonna call Phil too. Shit, Dean, this is bad." Missouri sounded scared, which scared Dean more. She was never easily rattled.
"Missouri, could you look in Lil's room for something?"
"Yeah, what?"
"Look in her closet and by her dresser for a backpack. Tell me if it is there." Dean was hoping. He felt that if it was missing, then there might be hope.
"I don't see a backpack. Her closet has a trapdoor in it."
"The rug covering it is pulled back? He asked.
"Yeah. Looks like someone used it." He could hear her opening and closing it.
"You should check the trailer. Garth was staying out there."
"Okay, Dean. I'm gonna hang up though, so I can call for help. I'll call you back soon."
"Okay." Dean did not want to hang up, but he did anyway. The night flew by outside the windows. His fear was growing by the minute. He wanted to call Sam or Donna and just tell them what was happening, hear a voice even. He couldn't tie up the line though. He drove on. Silence and road noise his only companions.
Time passed in a blur of trees and highway barriers. Grays and greens barely even colors in the moon soaked night. He felt the moment before it happened as though a clamp around his heart had finally decided to squeeze tighter than it had been squeezing him before. Unconsciously, he raised his hand to his chest and felt the drumming accelerating. The phone in his glovebox sent out a second ring. He fumbled for it. He had not even been keeping it charged, so he was lucky that it received the call at all. He remembered in an instant why this phone mattered, why he had kept it close for so long. It was the one contact that he had maintained with Cas and Lil. It was the number that they had shared over a year ago for emergencies. And now it was ringing, ringing like it never had before, and Dean was terrified.
He answered it. "I'm here." Panic sounds. He could hear breathing that was rapid and coupled with gulping sobs. "Lil?"
"Dean." He heard her voice and felt his body slow down to a laudanum crawl. "Dean?" The second utterance of his name jarred him from his moment.
"Are you okay? Talk to me, Lil."
"I need you to find me. I need you to come." She was freaking out. Her voice was tripping through the words. She was choking back sobs.
"Where's Cas, honey?" He had hit the first freeway change and took the exit a little too fast. The tires screeched out a protest as he did so.
"There was fighting. Someone was in the house. He yelled for me to run and hide. I'm not to the hill yet." She was gaining control of her voice.
"I'm on my way. You need to get to the hill and look around for anyone following you. I'm coming to you, but I am far away." Dean was trying to sound calm. He wanted her to feel calm too. "Where are you right now?"
""I'm in the woods. I went the wrong way. It is dark. I don't have the flashlight yet." She was breathing harder again.
"Can you get back to the creek and to the hiding place on the hill?" He had the phone propped up on his shoulder. He was trying to figure out how he could keep her on the line and call Missouri at the same time.
"No, he might see me. I can hear him." Her voice sounded small.
Shit, shit, shit. "Do you recognize him?"
"Yes." She was whispering and it sent an eerie shiver through his body.
"I'm going to call Missouri. She's at your house. I'm going to tell her where you are."
Lil interrupted him, "Don't hang up on me."
"No. I won't. I am just going to set the phone down, but I will be able to hear you. Okay?"
"Okay."
Dean put the phone on the seat next to him and set it to the speaker setting so that he could hear her if anything happened. He dialed Missouri's number again. She answered right away. "Dean. I'm just waiting on Phil. Got a guy rushing over from the the sheriff's office. He should be here soon."
Dean interrupted her, "Lil just called. She is alone and does not know where Cas is. I need you to find her in the woods. She is heading for the creek, but she said that there is a man in the woods looking for her. I think that it is either A or Al. She said that she recognized him. He is dangerous. If you see him, you need to be prepared to shoot him on sight." Dean said it all quickly, feeling overwhelmed. "Call me back when you find her and she is safe."
"I will." Missouri hung up and Dean scooped up the phone that Lil was on. He brought it closer to his ear, taking it off of speaker.
"You still with me, Lil?"
"Yes, Dean." She was quiet, whispering out her answer.
"Lil, can you still hear the man that is following you? Can you see him?"
And even quieter than before she answered, "Yes."
He could feel his heart pounding hard in his chest the blood throbbing along his veins. If she could see him, then he was too close. He spoke carefully, quietly, and with purpose. "Lil. You need to stay hidden. Are you well hidden?"
"Yes." She was whispering again.
"Where is he?"
"Just past the trees, near the creek. He called my name. I'm afraid, Dean. When will you be here?" Dean could feel the time dragging out. It was as though the road ahead of him was stretching out like taffy. He had the car floored. The night was a blur around him. If he were lucky, he would get there by midnight, but that would be too late? And what had they done with Cas?
"I'm coming, Lil. I'm coming munchkin. I'm sending Missouri out to look for you." She didn't reply. There was only silence. "Lil?" A little louder then, "Lil?" But she still did not respond. Dean pulled the phone from his ear, it was dead.
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AN: Thank you all for the comments of fear and worry. Thank you killover01 and I hope that you didn't feel like you had to wait too long. Thanks Igniting. I tried to get it done for Monday, but Tuesday ended up being more realistic. Thanks for liking the dream bit Mummabro. I have been holding off on using them for a bit, because I didn't want to overdo it with them. Glad you approved. Thanks also, rainystv for the worry and nice comments. Also, welcome aboard new readers, I'm happy you found this little fic. (and by little I mean ginormous monster fic that has taken up countless hours of many people's lives). So, yeah, welcome to the story. A small update will happen on Thursday. It is a different type of chapter.