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(Cas POV-3rd person)
"So… You did at least get somethin' outta the kid right?" Dean said uncomfortably as he shifted his torso, most certainly irritating his wound and newly acquired patch job if Castiel read his expression properly.
"Mostly just that he is friends with the werewolves. Also, we apparently have to watch out for the smaller guy- Peter- because he is apparently a lot more pissed than he seems."
"Yeah, I didn't figure that out when he chased us after you said the kid was there with an unhappy werewolf…" Cas just barely heard Dean grumble. Castiel popped his forward.
"That's rather problematic, isn't it? How will you get anything done with him trying to hunt the three of us down?" Dean gave him a quick glance.
"More importantly, how are we going to get to talk to that kid again if he's on him like cream on an Oreo?" Castiel looked to Sam and opened his mouth to voice that he didn't understand what that meant, but thought it better to forget it, as Sam looked as though he was thinking.
"Well we could go back and tail him once they leave. But I think I should tell you that that's probably not a good idea and he probably doesn't wanna talk to us." Sam voiced no more than a second later.
"Gee, Sam, what on Earth would make ya think that?" Dean replied sarcastically, struggling to open a processed meat tube snack without hurting himself, Castiel took it and opened it as Dean had showed him before.
"His father is the also Sheriff." Sam reminded, since they hadn't addressed it since he told them in the hospital.
"Explains why the fuzz showed so quick, he probably called him." Dean snatched his meat stick back from him. "I coulda done it myself, Cas."
"And he in no uncertain terms called us murderers and said we could 'piss off'- his exact words." Cas mimicked Dean when he raised his eyebrow. "I don't know. He was talking all combatively or defensively, like they were family or- well, pack."
"Do you think his dad knows about his affiliations?" Cas asked trying to get as much information on the table as he could.
"I don't know but he is a cop, and he has a description of us, and if his sons says 'those are the guys' he'll probably believe him." Dean said eating his snack.
"No more undercover then… We could still check around his school. Talk to his friends." Dean shook his head.
"I'm guessing there are furries there too. How else would he know those guys and not be a werewolf?"
"Well, he could be a family friend. According to all I found the Hales were a well-known family, and apparently most of them were werewolves." Sam said gesturing to a bunch of papers. "I believe the youngest sister would've been in school with him."
"Come on Sammy… Did you have rich girls chatting you up in grade school?" Sam opened his mouth to retort but simply sighed.
"Do you have a better idea?" Dean answered smiling which confused Cas.
"I got nothing…" The three sat for at a red light completely silent.
"I may have a more efficient idea." Cas interjected once he knew the brothers were done and he had properly thought it through. The two looked at him, but he said nothing.
"Well, Cas, feel free to share…." Sam invited and Cas nodded at him.
"Of course… I could visit the boy." Sam and Dean looked at each other
"Cas, you were up close and personal with a werewolf. He probably told the guy what you smell like if he knows about the werewolf thing!" Dean said tiredly.
"Even if he does know, I didn't plan on him seeing me."
"You mean you're going to break into a sheriff's house after his son got shot at by two people who broke into an abandoned old house?" Dean asked skeptically.
"Not break into…" Sam realized. "Cas is suggesting he find out where the kid lives and just appearing in his room. Right, Cas?" Cas nodded.
"I'd prefer to get Dean back into the hotel first though." He said as they pulled up to the hotel. Sam stopped the Impala. Cas and Sam helped Dean out of the car and into the hotel room. He laid down on the bed.
"Cas, Be careful okay?"
"Why be careful? They can't kill me or arrest me."
"No, but... uh, it'll just... complicate things if they know exactly what you look like... if they don't already..." Dean explained his fretting awkwardly. Cas nodded his understanding and disappeared.