*No warnings.
Sitting in the historical section of a public library, Sam Winchester was po8ring over local legends. Anderson, Indiana's Mounds State Park definitely had a haunting, that was certain. What was doing the haunting was a little less certain. According to the few legends he could find, spirits of a long gone tribe of Native Americans called Pukwudgies haunted the land in the form of blue dwarves that could control animals and the souls of those they had killed. Well, blue dwarf ghosts would be an interesting change of pace. Sketchy eye witness reports were really all he had to go on, but something was leaving animal carcasses around and people had gone missing right under family's nose.
Sam sighed and tossed the old newspaper aside. After rubbing hfis eyes for the umpteenth time in the last half hour he checked his watch to see that it was 9:30pm. Not as late as he thought, but getting there. Just as he started to wonder about maybe grabbing some material and heading back to the room at the Economy Inn, he heard a flutter of wings. Letting out another sigh Sam turned to see Castiel at his left.f
"Hello, Sam," the angel greeted him.
"Hey, Cass," Sam said, standing to face him. "What's up?"
"Your brother wishes for me to convey a message."
Quirking an eyebrow Sam stared, puzzled. "You're delivering a message? Isn't that a little, uh, I don't know, below you capabilities?"
Cass tilted his head in the way that was becoming cliché. "I don't understand. Dean wished you to be told things; I am able to do this. It is one of my capabilities." Sam rubbed his forehead and started to respond, but Castiel continued, "Plus, you haven't been answering our phone."
Sam's eyebrows practically disappeared behind his bangs as he dug into his pocket and pulled out his cell. Having set it on silent because of the library, it hadn't gone off at all. After a quickly glance, though, he was irritated. "Well, there are only two missed calls. Couldn't have been too urgent, I've been here for hours."
"Yes," said Castiel, a hint of irritation passing over his usually detached features, "and your brother is so known for his patience." Sam was too shocked at the response to come up with one of his own, so the angel spoke again. "Dean wanted to know if you've found anything of use, when you'll be back, and if you will be bringing food."
Fighting annoyance Sam filled him in on the research front and his thoughts about heading back soon. "And I guess I could stop and grab some burgers or something on my, uh, on my...way. Cass, where's your tie?"
Sam was so use to Castiel always looking the same that he didn't notice until that moment how different the angel's appearance was. Not only was the tie missing but his collar was the slightest bit disheveled. Taking in his whole appearance Sam also realized that he wasn't standing in his usual stiff posture either. A new, subtle looseness had been added to his joints. Combined with the snappy retort earlier and...Sam had nothing.
Cass looked at Sam with apprehension written all over his features. "Oh, I hadn't realized it was gone."
Grinning a little Sam asked, "You didn't realize it was missing? Did you get undressed or something today? Dean didn't do something did he?" With that Cass' eyes practically bugged out of his head.
"No, Dean did nothing. I mean- He did- I- Well...I should get back. I will repeat to Dean what you've told me." And suddenly he was gone.
Sam played the conversation over in his mind as he got fast food and made his way to the motel. His thoughts became pretty circular after a while. He would consider what Castiel had been like when they first met him, and then the changes he had gone through. He knew that Dean saw Cass as a project. He knew that Cass and his brother had formed a kind of friendship that Dean was beginning to rely on.
'Whatever's going on,' thought Sam, 'I'll leave it between them. If Dean wants to humanize Cass, he can let his mind get boggled over the outcome.'
And this was the attitude Sam kept on the subject. He noticed that Castiel's tie remained missing after that day but put it from his mind.
It was a few days later, after the supernatural baddie in Anderson had been ganked, that Sam discovered something interesting. Having slept in a little later than the other two, Sam was still getting everything back in his nap sack while his companions were around the corner getting food. Digging around in his brother's bag for something he needed to borrow he came across a small, wadded up ball of fabric. There, near the top of Dean's bag, was the supposedly lost tie.
Pulling out his hand as if it had been burned, Sam zipped the bag back up and went back to packing his own things. He was reminded of the old saying that some mysteries are meant to stay mysteries. He also decided that he would make a habit of letting Dean know exactly how long he planned on being gone from now on.
*A/N Kinda lame I know...these scenes have been vague but I'm trying to come up with an actual Destiel scene
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