Chapter 4

Cas doesn't know who to call, who will help- whose number does he even remember? Cas can't call him.

He stops in a convenience store- it's open. The newspaper- there's still newspaper here- says Wednesday November 18.

There's a book in a rack- a romance novel- the person on the cover- is it Sam? Would Sam have posed for this-

The author-

Becky-

He flips to the end-

They lived happily ever after.

That sounds- nice- an ending worth a hero's journey. They were heroic- coins of destiny- two peas in a pod-

Cas is wasting time. Every beat is precious.

He knows her number, he realizes. Becky. He finds a payphone. He didn't know they had them anymore either. He borrows change- it's awkward to ask- the first three people didn't have any change. He thinks they may have lied but he can't tell- still low on angel juice.

He's not in Lebanon, Illinois- he's in Lisbon, Wisconsin. That also feels right- Far away and right in their back door.

He calls. No one answers. He calls again. Again. Again. Again-

A man's voice- he asks for Becky.

She's on the phone.

"I'm in Wisconsin. I need a ride."

She picks him up. She keeps looking at him. She opens her mouth, closes it. Her hands are at 9 and 3, that's the place they should be. He thinks about commenting- but stares ahead. If he says something, she'll start asking- and he'll have to have an answer.

He supposes telling her he's from the future isn't the weirdest thing he's told someone. He told green eyes that he loved him- wrapped in darkness, pulled in. Dragged down.

She looks at him, "why didn't you call him?"

Cas knows which him she's talking about. She should really look back at the road.

He said what he said knowing they would never see each other ever again.

Cas knows that. Cas said it knowing- he would be pulled in, there would be no awkward silence- rejection- acceptance- love.

He wouldn't have to figure out how to do all of that.

Saying I love you, after millenia, that was new enough- but the rest is-

Messy.

"He's- busy."

She keeps glancing at him and opening her mouth-

"I read your book," he says holding it up. "I liked the end."

A smile breaks across her face, "I based it on you- you and Dean and Sam. Your love- bravery- sacrifice- only up until like human Cas of course, I didn't know how it would all end-" she looks at him expectedly.

"I didn't like my ending," he says.

They ride in silence.