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The sensation of finally having water rush down her body again was divine. Susan smiled to herself as she let it wash away her worries, even if just for a moment. When she finally got out she dried herself off and, as there was no brush, combed her hair with her fingers.
When she put on the clothes Castiel had gotten her it was evident they didn't quite fit right. The jeans were a tad too small, making her bum appear a bit firmer than it really was. The white blouse was a bit too wide, which she didn't really mind. After checking the label for size she determined it was actually a man's shirt. She added her worn out boots to the mix and walked back out of the bathroom.
Castiel quickly stood up from the bed and looked at her. 'How do I look?' She asked spinning around.
He blinked a few times before answering. 'You uhm… look fine.' He mumbled. But the look on his face told Susan she looked more than just fine. 'You look better.'
She blushed. 'Thank you. So, who was on the phone?' She asked, changing the subject.
'Dean called. He will help us.' He walked towards her. 'We will go there now.' She nodded and wanted to walk towards the door when Castiel grabbed her arm.
It didn't quite feel like apparating, not in the slightest actually. When apparating Susan was used to feeling like her stomach turned, the way clothes in a washing machine do. Add feeling like you're being forced through a small pipe to that and you've got the general idea of what apparating is like.
But as Castiel teleported the both of them she felt none of this. Just a sense of her body being stretched out and a light headedness, which she suspected was caused by her brain shaking around in her skull. All by all she thought she preferred teleporting to apparating.
As they appeared again they appeared to be in the backseat of a car. And, much to the surprise of Susan, it was moving down an interstate.
2.1 Teleporting is less nauseating than apparating.
2.2 Angels can teleport into moving vehicles.
Castiel, who sat next to her, spoke up. 'Hello.' The men in the front seats jumped at this and the car swerved dangerously onto the other lane, which was luckily empty.
Once back on the right lane the men looked back at Castiel. 'I'll never get used to you just appearing.' The driver sighed. Castiel smiled slightly. The driver then noticed Susan when looking in his rear-view mirror. 'Is that the wizard chick?' He asked narrowing his eyes.
Susan glared at him via the mirror. 'I think the term "wizard chick" may have been offensive to her.' Castiel commented glancing at her.
'I do have a name.' She said. 'It's Susan, Bones.'
'Oh bite me, she's English as well?' The driver laughed and Susan felt the urge to punch him. Instead she crossed her arms and legs defensively and ignored him.
'Nice to meet you Susan.' The man in the passenger seat said quickly. 'My name is Sam and this is Dean.' He pointed at the man next to him.
Susan smiled, studying Sam's appearance. His hair was dark brown and dangled below his ears. His hazelish eyes seemed to be marked by life lived. All in all there was no denying his good looks. 'They're brothers.' Castiel pointed out.
She now looked in the rear-view mirror at the driver. After rolling his eyes he kept them on the road again. His hair was a light brown and brushed over to one side. Their feature were slightly similar, she could see the resemblance. But as she and Dean locked eyes for a moment she quickly looked away. His eyes were such a distinct green it was hard for her to really look at them. She was afraid she would drift off.
It had happened to her once. When she looked into the eyes of her long-time friend Seamus after not having seen him in ages. She'd fallen silent and just stared for several minutes before Seamus brought her back down to earth.
Suddenly Susan's eyes grew big, Seamus! She cursed softly. 'What day is it?'
Sam looked down at his watch. Apparently they didn't really live by days. 'Tuesday, the 21st.'
Tuesday, that meant she'd been kidnapped for five days, not three. Seamus had to be worried out of his mind. When Susan had left England Seamus had made her promise to call every weekend just to check up, and so she did. 'Can I borrow someone's phone?'
'Sure, use this one.' Sam opened the glove compartment and pulled out a black flip phone. He handed it to her. 'What do you need it for?'
'Thanks.' She took the phone and dialled Seamus' number. 'I have this agreement with a friend of mine that we call every weekend. He wants to make sure I'm alright over here. He must be worried he couldn't reach me.'
'Someone from the Island back home?' Dean joked.
'Yeah, normally we communicate by smoke signals, but I didn't think it wise to set the car on fire.' She said sarcastically and shot a glare at him.
'What's in being a wizard if you have to use cell phones to talk to each other? Castiel here is tuned into Angel Radio.' She balled her fist, sure that one day she was going to punch his lights out for saying things like this.
'It's not a radio.' Castiel said. He was staring out the window, unaware of the tension between Dean and Susan.
Sam on the other hand was looking rather nervous. 'Dean…'
Susan ignored him. 'Yes indeed. Being a wizard stinks, major balls. Honestly…' She shook her head at Dean. '… you haven't got the foggiest idea of how much.'
She thought of the wizard wars, Voldemort and her family. They didn't know what it had been like. No muggle did. They had gotten of pretty much without a scratch.
Dean seemed to want to react, but Sam slammed the back of his hand against his arm and he stayed quiet.
Susan pressed the green button to call the selected number and only a few seconds later it was answered. 'Hello?' His thick Irish accent made her smile.
'Seamus. It's me, Susan.' She started. 'Look, I'm sorry I didn't…'
Seamus interrupted her. 'Susan! What the soddin' hell were you thinking having me worry like that?!' She held the phone a few inches from her head. 'You better have a bloody good excuse!'