This story has been nagging me the last few weeks and driving me insane! I'm hoping by busting out this next chapter I'll get enough of a reprieve that I can finish my work for my last school project! I can't wait until I have the time to write more cuz this story is almost completely done in my head! : )

Enjoy!

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Chapter 5

Examining the Evidence

Dean and Sam left the church, both men puzzled over the information that had gathered. It certainly wasn't what they had expected to find and it was certainly nothing they had ever come across before.

Sam finally broke the silence as they were driving back to the motel.

"So… that was weird."

Dean nodded, his eyes not leaving the road. "Definitely weird."

"I mean, it makes sense. A sacred Indian burial ground combined with a church. And it wasn't like the people who built the church ignored the burial ground. They built the church around it!"

"So that explains the whole twice hallowed ground stuff. So what about the rest of it? How'd it go again?"

"When twice hallowed ground is subjected to the trespass of the damned and a sacrament of blood is wrought from man of faith that therein resides."

Dean shot a glance at him. "You already have it memorized?" he asked incredulously.

Sam shrugged. "What? I remember stuff like that."

Dean sighed and returned his gaze to the road. "Anyway."

"So I think the part about the damned means demons trying to get in. I mean, it makes sense. It is the demons trying to break the seals."

Dean nodded. "And the part about the sacrament?"

Sam shook his head.

"No idea. Still trying to figure that part out."

"Well, this is just great. So demons are gonna try to bust in this place and do something. We're just not sure what that something is."

"Or when. But I do have a hunch it's going to involve Jacob."

Dean looked at him. "What makes you say that?"

"Castiel said a sacrament of blood is wrought from man of faith that therein resides. Jacob is the one that lives there. So whatever they have planned, I think it's safe to assume they're going to use him to do it."

"Great. So we don't know what exactly they're going to do, or when. We just know it's going to involve the old guy."

Sam nodded. "Yup."

"Fan-fucking-tastic," Dean grumbled. "What the hell does Castiel expect us to do about this? He could have provided a few more details!"

Sam looked over at Dean and observed his features. Dean's features were set, but his voice had betrayed another emotion that Sam couldn't quite pinpoint.

"So, Cas didn't say anything else to you after I left?"

He saw Dean flinch and swallow hard.

"Nope. Not a word."

"Oh." Sam returned his gaze to the road in front of him. "Did he say where he had been the last couple days or what's been going on?"

Out of the corner of his eye Sam saw Dean's grip on the steering wheel tighten.

"Nope. And I don't really give a flying crap. He's busy doing his angel stuff and we have our own case to work on. And since I doubt he'll be making any more appearances, we had better figure this one out on our own, and fast."

"Castiel's not coming back?"

Sam saw Dean let out an annoyed sigh.

"Dude, I don't know, alright? Can't we just focus on the case?"

"Look, Dean, I know the case is important. But Castiel is your angel. Aren't you worried?"

Dean let out a derisive snort.

"He's not my angel, alright? He's just another angel prick who has us running his errands. This involves a seal and another human being so that's why we're doing it. But once it's done we're back to doing what we've always done."

Sam shook his head and let out a chuckle. Dean looked sharply at him.

"What?"

"Dean, Castiel pulled you out of Hell. And even when you act like a dick right back to him he still comes around. I'm sorry, but in my book that makes him your angel!"

Dean glared at the road in front of him and shifted uncomfortably.

"Whatever, dude. When he's ready he'll come and tell us what to do next like he always does. He'll be fine."

Dean then reached over and cranked up the radio, signaling the end of the conversation. Sam looked for a moment as if he was ready to shut it back off, but decided against it. He simply settled back in his seat and watched the road in front of him.

Dean, meanwhile, hated how close to home Sam's words had hit. He had often entertained the idea of Castiel being his angel, but had always quickly dismissed it. It had always seemed so hokey in his mind. Too much like a cheesy Hallmark commercial. But yet he couldn't help but admit that he secretly enjoyed the thought. That Castiel was his and his alone. Something special he could hold onto and claim for himself. That the angel would always be there for him whenever he called upon him.

Those feelings, however, had been crushed the moment Castiel had withdrawn from Dean's touch back at the motel. It would have been less painful if the angel had simply punched him in the face. Dean couldn't help but suspect that the angel knew of his secret longings for him and was now disgusted with him. It was the only thing that made sense.

Dean pressed down on the accelerator and the Impala flew down the road and across the deserted plains. He prayed that the hurt would go away fast.

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Yes, I know it's a little short! I hope to have time to post more very soon! Thanks for your patience and thanks for reading!