Hey Everyone,
this is a simple authors note. I know i don't leave many, which then makes them important. I am submitting the fifth word now because my week gets really busy with finals and various other plans that may or may not prevent me from uploading word six next week. I do promise though if i can't upload six next week i will upload six and seven at once...just because i am so nice. So my plans might hinder me from uploading, but they will not prevent me from writing.
Oh and since i am here telling you my rambles i also want to thank all the people who put my story on alert, fave, or both. I also really want to thank those who gives reviews. Reviews are always nice and help...(yes every author says this) buts its true it makes me write more and i figure that both you and i want that soooo... thanks again and happy reading.
~Kai
A Couple of Months Ago
Sam wandered down the street kicking up the loose gavel that littered the sidewalk. Dean was out on yet another date with Lisa, leaving Sam alone to fend for himself. Sure he could fend for himself, but lately Sam had felt that Dean had started to neglect him. Sam knew it Deans' devotion to Lisa most likely had something to do with their father, but he hadn't pressed the matter in fear that Dean would just become defensive and alienate him more.
"Hey I bet you twenty bucks I can tell you what you're thinking." A sweet voice startled him and he looked up from his feet, his eyes locking on a girl with dirty blonde hair that hung limp and strait, while just barely hitting her shoulders.
"How could you possibly know what I am thinking?" Sam muttered skeptically as he tried to push past the girl and "why would I pay someone to tell me what I am thinking. I already know what I am thinking." Sam said distastefully over his shoulder hoping this would deter the girl.
"You aren't even going to let me prove it to you?" She sighed as if she was disappointed, which made Sam stop in mid step. He paused for a long moment then turned around to face the girl once more.
"Does it look I care about your pathetic little magic tricks?" Sam spat, since he was really starting to get annoyed by this girl's pestering.
"Wow. Okay. First of all it's got nothing to do with magic and since my mother brought me up right I might as well and go introduce myself to you the self loathing masochist who has serious father issues, on top of feeling completely alienated by your brother." She said with a bright smile and cheery tone as Sam just gaped at her, completely dumbfounded. He blinked at her as he struggled to come up with something to say.
"How…how did you know that?" Sam finally stammered continuing to just stare at the girl with a dumbfounded expression.
The girl just rolled her eyes and sighed while extending out her hand for his pay out before she gave him anymore answers. Sam blinked at her, surprised by her hand then reached back down into his back pocket to extract his wallet. He thumbed through the bills until the girl gave him an annoyed huff to hurry him up. Finally he placed the bills in her hand. She gripped it tight then shoved her hand deep within the pocket of her jeans.
"You know Sam Winchester, away to a women's heart is not always through your wallet." She said with a small chuckle as she turned and left Sam still gawking in her wake. Sam just stared after her, but swore he saw her turn, wink, and mouth the word 'Kara'. Sam could only assume that that must have been her name but since she had vanished so quickly he hadn't gotten a chance to actually confirm it.
Another week went by and Sam tried to get the mysterious girl out of his head. Never before had a girl captured his attention like this with the exception of course being Jess. He and Jess had come so close, but in the end she couldn't deal with his profession and left. He couldn't blame her. In all truth he hated his job more, but he felt this strange obligation to continue in the footsteps of his father. Not to mention he couldn't just leave Dean, not after Dean had done so much for him.
Sam had never heard from her since they broke up, which at the time had left Sam heartbroken with Dean who tried his hardest to pick up the pieces. All Sam did at the time was yell and gripe at Dean. But Dean never complained once. Dean always took everything Sam dished out, which later only made Sam realize just how much Dean cared.
Sam stopped at the busy corner where a fancy streak restaurant was located. He had only been in there once and that was to make reservations he had never kept. He gazed through the window staring at the restaurant patrons who were happily enjoying their meals as if they had no worries in the world. He envied them, but most of all he felt lonely. His brother was slipping away from him, his father was always MIA, and Jess the only person he had really ever loved dumped him because of his choice of family. Tears began to well up behind his brown eyes as he continued to gaze at the people who were enjoying their meals.
Sam finally looked away at the ground trying to push the thoughts of Jess away, while brushing the back of his hand against his eyelid to push the tears away. He didn't want to think about her, not after he had spent so much time working on recovering. Finally when he brought his head up he nearly stumbled backwards out of surprise when he the mysterious girl he had met a week ago was standing right in front of him staring at him very intensely.
"What?" Sam snapped without really meaning too. He was still fighting to keep his emotions from getting the better of him at the current moment he was with this unknown girl. To his completely surprise she just gave him a soft smile as she suddenly spoke.
"I don't know you just seem to be thinking really intently. About Jess? An ex girlfriend or boyfriend I presume?" She sighed as she began rocking back and forth upon the ball of her feet, the smile fading away as she searched his face for confirmation.
"How the hell do you know all of this?" Sam exhaled in an exasperated tone finally giving in and caving, which was what he thought this had was what the girl had wanted him to do anyways.
She just raised his eyebrows at him in a confused fashion. "I don't think I am following you Sam?" She muttered in a low voice sounding suddenly very uncomfortable.
"How do you know what you know?" Sam demanded this time in a harsher tone, which made the girl take a step back out of alarm. She seemed genuinely surprised he seemed angry, which shocked Sam since this girl didn't seem to be able to be surprised by anything.
"A little birdie told me? Why can't you just live with the fact that I just know things?" She sighed in an evasive tone as she turned her gaze to look at the happy restaurant goers. "We should go in." She said suddenly as she reached out and grabbed Sam's hand dragging him into the fancy steakhouse.
Sam was wearing a blue pinstripe button down shirt that made him stick out like a sore thumb among the other men who were wearing fancy suits with vests and jackets. Yet even despite how much Sam stuck out no one stuck out more than the strange girl, who stood next to him, waiting patiently for the hostess to arrive back at her post.
The strange girl had on a grubby t-shirt that had some sort of a faded designed scribbled across, along with a pair of faded jeans that had a giant rip going across her right knee. Yet the girl paid no mind to the whispers and stares that she was receiving. In fact she ignored them completely.
Sam of course felt immediately uncomfortable as most if not all the eyes in the restaurant quickly fell upon them, but still the girl kept her eyes glued to the podium waiting for the hostess to appear. She looked suddenly irritated, but Sam couldn't figure out why.
"We don't really fit in here? What are people going to think?" Sam hissed in a low whisper to the girl who had braced one of her elbows upon the podium, still waiting for the hostess to return.
"I have gotten to the point where I don't care about what people think anymore." She said with a shrug before she added "The hostess is avoiding us, hoping that if she ignores us long enough we will go away. What a bitch."
"And what we are just going to wait here until she comes out and seats us. We are really under dressed for this restaurant anyways. Maybe there is a fast food place down the street that will accept us." Sam sighed as he watched the girl's expression darken upon him.
"But this was where you wanted to eat. You were just thinking about it." She muttered as she pulled herself out of her lean from the podium. She frowned at him then shook her head "Why are you so worried about this Sam? Why do you care about what people think about you? If you knew what they truly thought would it somehow make a difference and change you?"
Sam stared at her in disbelief he hadn't expected her to say something so profound, and her question made him realize that he wasn't sure. He watched her rolled her eyes at him once again and then pushed past him and out of the restaurant. Sam stood there for a few moments but before he knew it he was rushing out of the restaurant and down the street to catch up with her.
She looked frustrated and angry as he caught up with her. He reached out to try to grip her arm, but she whipped around and glared at him. "You are the same as all these faceless people." She yelled, and Sam noticed the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She turned her head away and brushed them against the back of her hand against her eyelids. "I thought you were different Sam despite being a hunter." Her voice faded away as she looked back him her eyes red and puffy.
Sam didn't understand, but he didn't feel like he needed too. He reached out slowly and when she didn't pull away he wrapped his arms around embracing her for a long time as she sobbed in his chest. He didn't mind. She was strange yes, but there was something else about her something he would only come to learn until much later. After a long time of regret.
Present
Loyal: adj, 1: unwavering in allegiance a: faithful in allegiance to one's lawful sovereign or government b: faithful to a private person to whom fidelity is due c: faithful to a cause, ideal, or custom 2: Showing loyalty
Dean stared out the long bay window that stretched across the dining room that he and Sam rarely used, but today was a special occasion. John Winchester was returning in a few hours, and that meant that he would have to work even harder to keep Castiel secret than ever before. Dean wasn't about to admit this out loud, but he was truly afraid of what his father might do if he did discover their secret.
Would he kill Castiel like he had done with that other angel? Dean wouldn't allow that if he could help it. He cared about Castiel now; in fact he cared more for that angel than anyone else he had ever met excluding Sam of course. No one could take the place of his younger brother. He heard the shuffling of feet come up behind as he turned around and gave the angel a wide smile upon watching him enter the large oppressive dinning area.
"What's the surprise?" Castiel muttered as he looked around the dining room feeling very confused "And also why are we meeting in this room all of a sudden. I thought you preferred the study."
"Well I do, but Sam is in there working on his chess moves to hopefully someday beat you. He seems to believe that the one time he beat you was a fluke and you let him win." Dean said with a light chuckle that just made Castiel raise an eyebrow.
"If he wants to win so badly I will let him. Losing the chess game wouldn't upset me. All he needs to do is tell me." Castiel stammered slightly as he felt the guilt rise up in him.
"Ah… Cass it doesn't work that way. Sam wants to earn it. He doesn't want your charity." Dean sighed as he leaned upon the back of one of the ornate dining room chairs at were lined up along the long massive table.
Castiel bit his lip then nodded his understanding. He was slowly getting the hang of the ways of the human. Dean was really teaching him well.
"Anyways Cass… Actually I wanted to tell you that I am going away for a while." Dean said slowly as he watched Castiel face fall in disappointment.
"How long will you be gone?" Castiel muttered in a bitter tone.
"Just a week, but I don't think you'll miss me too much." Dean muttered as if he sounded sad in announcing his own departure.
"Dean, I always miss you when you're gone, how could you possibly think otherwise?" Castiel demanded harshly which took Dean aback slightly as he stood up from his lean a wide smile spreading across his face as he look over at Castiel. He never noticed how his extended hunting trips affected Castiel, until this moment when he had lashed out at him.
"Because I am taking you with me." He laughed, but his laugh faded away as he suddenly noticed how tense Castiel had become at the news. "What?" Dean muttered in a low voice.
"Dean I won't go hunting with you." Castiel said sternly as he turned to leave, but Dean pulled himself out of his lean and reached out gripping the angels shoulder to halt his exit.
"No wait Cass. I don't want you to go hunting. I am taking a vacation and I want you to come with me. Please. Sam is staying here and that means it's the perfect opportunity to not have to hide your wings." Dean said brightly, but Castiel expression hadn't changed. His expression still skepticism as if he was unsure about Dean's idea. Dean felt oddly hurt.
"Dean, what are you hiding me from now?" Castiel asked as if he saw right through Dean's plan.
Dean looked away as if he was ashamed for being seen through so easily, before he opened his mouth to confirm Castiel assumption. "My dad." He sighed and still avoiding Castiel intense gaze "Cass he would flip if he found out what you were. I can't risk having him find out and then try to kill you because if he succeed …I just I don't know…I just don't know what I would do." Dean finished his voice directed to the floor more so then at Castiel, but it didn't matter because Castiel had received the message fine and he smiled over at the hunter, whose head had risen slightly to gage the angels reaction to his statement.
"Okay Dean. Where are we going?" He said cheerfully watching Dean's eyes sparkle in surprise as a wide bright smile spread across his lips.
Castiel climbed carefully into the impala as Dean attempted to shove their overly stuffed duffle bags into the trunk with the arsenal he so conveniently forgot to unload. Overall he was still a hunter at heart and Castiel could respect that so he didn't even bother bring up the clutter in the trunk.
Sam stood at the doorway to the mansion giving Dean his bitch face about having to deal with their father alone. Dean yelled goodbye and waved as he hurried to the driver side door of the impala.
Castiel had never seen Dean this excited about anything and Dean's excitement was contagious. And Castiel was becoming more excited as Dean started the engine and pulled out of the long driveway of the estate. Sam smiled waved and smiled as he watched them leave. It was about time Dean something for himself.
"So Dean you never bothered to tell me where we were going. Is that a surprise too?" Castiel asked slowly as he watched the road open up to Dean and himself as they reached one of the four checkpoints at the city limits. Castiel tensed as he noticed that they were nearing the gates so he kept his head down staring at the tan interior of the impala's seats intently.
Dean bit his lip for a moment as they reached the gate and the gate guards. The guards that were their smiled at him and waved him through with no problems, everyone in this city knew who the Winchesters were and they had the ability to pretty much come and go as they pleased. One of the guards raised an eyebrow when he saw Dean's companion, but continued to let Dean go straight on through without any troubles. Both Dean and Castiel felt relived as the checkpoints of the city faded away behind them.
Dean finally nudged Castiel with his elbow to indicate that it was safe for him to look up once again since nothing but the open road lay stretched out ahead of them. Dean looked over at Castiel who was looking over his shoulder looking back at the guard station they had left behind. Castiel had fought so hard to get into that town, but leaving it always seemed to be so easy. Castiel looked back at Dean and gave him a small nod.
"Cass, if something is bothering you…. You know you can tell me right." Dean sighed because he was unsure of his own words. This made a small smile creep upon Castiel's lips. For some reason Castiel liked a flustered Dean, but Castiel kept the reason to himself.
"Yeah Dean, I know." He sighed as he gave Dean a reassuring smile that only seemed to make the worry line along Dean's forehead deepen.
After that they fell silent for a while, but it wasn't an awkward silence. In fact it was completely the opposite. Castiel had never been at in the presences of someone who made him feel so much at peace. Except for his brothers, but he hadn't seen them in ages. He really missed them. Castiel sighed and slunk lower down upon the bench seat of the Impala.
Why did he have these feelings for Dean Winchester? He thought he would have recognized it sooner, but now he wasn't sure if he had just been trying to fool himself. Now he was beginning to think that it might be something more. A connection. A bond. Something he hadn't expected at all. Something that would most likely come to test him and he could help but think was: "Bring it on!"
Castiel shifted his body around difficulty in the impala due to his wings having a mind of their own. Dean had been driving for days and they had only stopped at ratty motel once. Castiel was beginning to worry about Dean and his lack of sleep, but every time he asked Dean where they were going he would just smile and say "You'll see" in a bright and cheerful tone.
Castiel soon felt himself getting sick of Dean just constantly giving him the run around, until he finally demanded that Dean tell him where they were going after the third day. Dean just shook his head and gave Castiel a small smile. "Come on Cass. Don't you trust me?"
Castiel didn't know what to say to that. Of course he trusted Dean. He had almost never trusted anyone more. "I trust you Dean." He muttered as he looked away embarrassed at his outburst.
"I promise Cass you're going to love it. It's unlike any place in the world." Dean said in a distant tone obviously thinking about the place they were traveling to.
"I believe you." Castiel finally shrugged in defeat he knew he wasn't going to get any answers from Dean until the time came and the answers were already there, right in front of him.
