Chapter 7
They arrive in Canton, it's small- the newspaper, they have newspapers too, shows kidnapped children- they are in the right place. Cas makes Becky stop at the gas station- they buy matching hats, sweatshirts, aviators- disguises. Cas leaves his trench coat in the car.
They go to the crime scene- no badges, no way to get in- but Cas feels a little bit- better.
"We can go in for a minute- maybe two- then invisibility will fade-"
Becky's eyes light up at the word invisible, "you- we're going to be invisible?"
Becky is a different kind of partner than Dean- she gets- very excited.
"Yes- but only for a minute or two-"
Becky nods, and does a small squeal and jump- Dean never used to do this-
He goes to lay his hand on her left shoulder, then pulls his arm back- he grabs her hand instead. They go in- blood spattered on the walls. Crime scene tape-
"They were- upstairs."
No one else is in the house.
"You never said- why are we following them. If you didn't want him to know you were back- why are we following their- psychic scent or whatever-"
"It's- complicated."
What he means is- Dean has only so many heartbeats left. Cas doesn't know when they stop- but he knows it's soon. There will be a moment. Soon. Before he wants it to be- and it will- stop. Dean's heart.
So- they follow them, to catch up to them. He could call him- but if he calls him then maybe Dean will say- "don't follow, don't come."
Maybe if he listens to Dean- maybe the "I love you" won't mean the same anymore. Maybe how Dean perceives it can taint it.
"Complicated… right…" says Becky.
Cas feels the room- they were here recently- they are going after- he sniffs- vampires. He isn't sure what mimes would smell like. He has only smelled the kind of mime on sidewalks trying to make money. They mostly smelled like sweat- dirty- human- nothing else, really. These could be mime vampires- whatever those are.
They leave then- the two minutes are up. Cas feels- tired.
They end up at another diner, someone offers him pie- again- maybe it's a sign. If he still believed in those.
But signs are just rope for god to hang you with.
The heartbeats are closer- Cas is catching up. Cas goes to get out of the car- Becky hasn't opened her door.
"I don't know that I'm- I'm more of a writer than a doer-" Becky says.
Cas looks at her- not sure what she means.
"I think- do I need to- I think maybe- I should just be writing- right. Telling the story-
Cas still isn't sure what she means.
"What if- you just do this part, on your own?"
Oh, Cas realizes she doesn't want to fight vampires. He nods.