When Dean rang the door bell to Sally's house he and Sam had to wait by the front door for two minutes before it opened. When it did, a forty-eight year old woman with dyed dark brown hair stepped through it.
Dean knew she was Jimmy's sister immediately. Her blue eyes were the same shade as his had been, and her chin and nose were shaped similarly.
"Who are you?" Sally asked suspiciously.
"I'm Detective Scott and this is Detective Young," Dean answered smoothly. "We're here to ask you some questions about Amelia Novak's death."
"Oh, come in," Sally said as she stepped out of the way of the entrance.
Dean and Sam walked into the house and followed Sally as she led them into her living room to talk.
"Sorry I took so long," Sally apologized as she sat in a chair.
The Winchesters sat down across from her on a leather couch.
"It's no problem," Dean reassured her.
Sally sighed. "So what is it that you want to ask me?"
"Who first saw Amelia after she was killed?" Sam inquired leaning forward as he rested his hands on his knees.
Sally sucked in a deep breath. "I did."
"What shape was she in?" Dean asked.
Sally closed her eyes as she replied, "There was a lot of blood. She was lying on her back by the bottom of the stairway that leads to the upstairs. Her eyes were wide open. It was so horrifying. Amelia…she looked like she was still screaming even though she was dead when I found her."
Tears began to fall from Sally's eyes. "The local police told me that she'd been hit in the head multiple times with a blunt object. The medical examiner thinks it was the fire iron that is missing from my fireplace. That's the only thing they found missing from the house so the police believe her killer…they believe he wasn't trying to rob us but rather that he had wanted to kill her. Maybe even my kids."
Sally began sobbing uncontrollably. "Amelia, she was like a sister to me, especially after my brother, Jimmy, disappeared. She was so sweet. How could anyone murder her like that?"
Dean glanced at Sam. Sally's emotion had unsurprisingly gotten to his brother. Sam was watching Sally and was wearing his classic sympathetic puppy dog face. Even at his age he still could pull it off.
"So you have no idea what the motive could have been?" Dean questioned.
Sally shook her head. "No."
"Where were your kids when it happened? We heard she was watching them for you?"
"They were hiding in the spare bedroom closet upstairs when I arrived home," Sally sniffed. "Castiel, my son, told me that Amelia had ordered him to take Holly upstairs and to hide with her when the man broke through the living room window."
"Castiel?" Sam suddenly straightened his back to be able to see Sally's face better. "That's an unusual name."
Sally shrugged. "I guess so."
"Where'd you hear it?" Dean asked, hoping to prove his brother's theory wrong.
Sally narrowed her eyes at him and Sam, and Dean knew she was wondering why they were so interested.
Just answer the damn question, Dean thought impatiently.
"A few weeks before Cas was born I was searching up baby names on internet and I decided to look up angel names while I was on," Sally explained, her eyes fixed on Dean. "I found a website that had the more uncommon angel names listed on it and Castiel was one of them. At that moment I felt that the name would be perfect for him. Just a feeling. And it turned out it really does fit him."
"Why's that?" Sam prompted her to continue.
Sally smiled slightly. "He was born February twenty-four two thousand and eleven, which was a Thursday. Castiel is the angel of Thursday."
This Dean had known. While learning about angels after his first meeting with Castiel, he'd discovered the assignments the angels had. And he had been raised from Hell on September eighteen, seventeen years ago, which had also been on a Thursday. If Sally's son really was Castiel, his friend who'd died years ago, then he was still apparently connected to the day he'd been assigned to as an angel.
Dean was starting to wonder if Sam might be right. Maybe angels actually could be reincarnated.
Sally awaked Dean from his thoughts. "Anything else you'd like to ask Detectives?"
Sam glanced at Dean and Dean shook his head.
"No that's all," Sam told Sally as he stood up.
Dean did the same as Sally nodded. Sally led the brothers back towards the front door in the kitchen. As she did, a teenage boy and a nine year old girl stormed into the house.
Dean and Sam froze in their places. Though the boy wore blue jeans and a gray t-shirt instead of a trench coat and had a different chin and mouth then Jimmy, the Winchesters were still stunned by his similarities. His hair was the same shade, his eyes. His nose, ears, and forehead. It was eerie. The kid looked more like Jimmy's twin than his nephew.
"How was the fishing trip?" Sally grinned at her children as took off their shoes.
"Great!" Holly exclaimed.
Castiel agreed. "It was."
As Castiel and Holly hopped off the rug a tall man with reddish brown hair entered the house carrying a couple fishing boxes.
Sally quickly walked over to him and gave him a quick welcoming kiss.
Castiel and Holly rolled their eyes as many kids did at such a sight, then turned to look at Dean and Sam. The Winchesters both gave them nods.
When Sally and Carl parted their lips, Carl's eyes fell upon Sam and Dean as well. "Who are you?"
"They're detectives," Sally told him. "They came here to ask me a few questions about Amelia."
"And we were just leaving," Sam stated.
"I hope you now have enough information to find her killer," Carl said, wrapping his right arm around Sally's shoulders.
"We should. We'll let you know if we get any leads," Dean promised despite the great likely hood of it turning into a lie.
Sally nodded. "See you around."
Sam and Dean smiled and nodded back. Then they left the house.
The trip to the nearest motel was a quiet one. Both Dean and Sam were immersed in their own thoughts and still recovering from the shock of seeing Sally's son.
It was only when they checked into the motel and entered the room that had been given to them that Sam spoke up.
"So what do you think? You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Dean shook his head. "This could all be a coincidence Sam. We don't even know for sure if angels can be reincarnated."
Sam took his laptop out of its black case. "I'll see what I can find on here. How about you go down to the library to see what information you can find there?"
"What does it matter anyways?" Dean questioned. "Even if it's him he doesn't remember anything and I don't want him to. He should be able to live a normal life."
"We need to know because if Castiel really is reincarnated then he may be the reason why the demon attacked," Sam argued.
Dean frowned. "Why would he go after him?"
Sam shrugged. "Information maybe?"
"That doesn't really make sense," Dean said. "Even if the kid's Cas, even if the demon could get him to remember his past, why bother? The angels left. None of the demons have to worry about them anymore."
Sam sighed. "I don't know. All that really matters is that we figure out whether he'll strike again and who he'll go after."
"Whatever." Dean resigned.
Sam watched as Dean left then pressed down on his computer's start button and shook his head.
Dean was always so stubborn when it came to believing in something he had never seen before, even when all the evidence pointed towards that one thing.
