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Chapter 4

"Dean's not? Are you sure he's…" Sam asked again… there was this twinge that told him Sammy would unhappy if something happened to Dean. There for logically Sam needed to care too. To Sam caring equaled verifying Dean's safety.

"For the tenth time Sam, Cas caught him in time. Cas is going with Dean to find your soul." Bobby told Sam looking up from a book he was reading on demons.

"But, I thought my soul was in the cage with Lucifer and Michael. He can't go there and get it." Sam looked a little confused… for a soulless guy.

"Well…" Bobby started to explain only to be interrupted by Sam.

"He wouldn't do that would he?" Sam asked, sounding worried. He'd hate to see him killed for something he wasn't sure he wanted back in the first place. He was beginning to like having Dean around. He still didn't feel love or anything sappy like that for him, but… he felt a tingle of something he couldn't yet identify.

"If he thought that's where it was and that he had a chance. Then yeah, the idjit would." Bobby said firmly, going back to reading.

"Oh." Sam sat down on the couch. "He must love Sammy a lot…" Sam murmured not even realizing he'd said it aloud.

Bobby looked up and shook his head as he watched Sam, "Yeah… he does."

Meanwhile, Dean and Cas had almost reached the motel.

"Cas… aren't you needed in heaven?" Dean asked because Cas had stayed with him, instead of returning to his battle in heaven.

"I told you before; your problems always come first, Dean. Have you forgotten?" Cas asked, scrunching up his face with the question.

Dean stared at Cas a few seconds before saying, turning slightly pink with embarrassment. "I thought you were being sarcastic."

"When I told you…" Cas started only to have Dean cut him off once again.

"Never mind Cas… so do you have someone to take over while you're gone?" At Cas' look Dean rephrased the question, "If you're the sheriff, who's the deputy?"

Cas frowned at him a few seconds before a small smile appeared, "Oh, my second in command." His grin widened, "That would be Anna."

"Didn't she use to be your boss? Isn't that awkward?" Dean glanced at Cas before staring back at the road.

"Yes, she was. But we work just fine together." Cas muttered with that look that promised questions.

Dean decided to cut him off, "So, when we find Sammy…his soul, how are we going to get it back in him?"

"Well the same way it was taken out, just backwards." Cas stated as if Dean was a simpleton.

Dean frowned at Cas before saying, "K and that would be?"

"Unpleasant." Cas said firmly.

Dean couldn't help it, he rolled his eyes. Sometimes holding a conversation with Cas was a challenge. He snorted as he thought about some of the past conversations with Cas.

"Dean." Cas said, snapping his fingers once again in front of Dean's face.

"Cut that out." Dean growled as he focused on Cas. At the look on Cas face, Dean stated, "Stop it. Don't snap your fingers in front of my face, it's annoying."

"But Dean you wouldn't answer me and we just passed the motel." Cas frowned as he pointed behind them.

"Shit." Dean shook his head as he took the next exit, crossed a bridge and got back on the bypass. Going back the way they came. For the first time, Dean noticed the music was off and it was starting to get dark. "Um, how long have we been driving? When I was in the alley it was dark, when I woke up earlier in the car, it was light out, now it's getting dark again." He looked at Cas in confusion before adding, "Did you shut my music off?"

Cas looked at Dean before saying flatly, "All day and yes. It was annoying."

Dean blinked owlishly at Cas, "My music isn't annoying, it's classic, now the shit Samm." Dean stopped in mid word and clamped his mouth shut as he pulled into the motel parking lot in front of the office.

Cas grabbed Dean's arm as he placed the car in park and started to open his door. Dean looked down at Cas' hand and then up to his face.

Cas told him firmly, "We will fix this, I promise."

Dean's jaw flinched as he swallowed hard and nodded. He closed his eyes briefly before opening them again to look intently at Cas as he said softly, "Then lets get this started." As he slammed his door shut, he thought briefly, Sorry baby.

Cas followed silently behind Dean.

Dean entered the small office hoping they didn't remember him under that false name he'd used last time he was here, hell… he couldn't remember it. Otherwise, they would also recall the shape they'd left the room. The office appeared empty. He walked up to the counter and leaned over looking down, nope nobody there. Then he glanced right then left, huh. Where was the person? That was when he spotted the bell and hit the top three times. Pulling his hand back he looked over his shoulder to see where Cas was, flashing a brief smile.

"Can I help ya Sonny?" Asked a shaking, withered sounding voice.

Dean turned back to find a small wrinkled bald old man in a clothing style that looked to be from centeries past standing behind the counter. No, he didn't recall that guy from the time before. "Yeah, I need to talk to someone about an item I left behind on accident last time I stayed here. I really need to get it back."

At the man's blank stare Dean added, "I'll pay a reward."

The ancient old man smiled.

"So, I was here about…" Dean began only to be interrupted by the clerk.

"Gotta get a room." He smiled a toothless grin directly at Dean.

"What?" Dean asked confused, what did a room have to do with his amulet?

Cas stepped up and said helpfully, " He says…" He raised his voice a little directing his statement at Dean before continuing, "You got to get a room."

"I heard that damn it!" Dean snapped, starting to get aggrevaited.

"Then why did you ask?" Cas asked, confused watching Dean carefully.

The clerk snorted with what ended in a… chuckle? He said in a voice that cracked at the end of the sentence, "He got you there, sonny. A room? Single bed… a queen maybe?" He raised an eyebrow looking from Dean to Cas and then back to Dean.

As it dawned on Dean what the man was implying he snapped, "God, no." Dean grabbed the bridge of his nose between two fingers, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath as he asked, not bothering to open his eyes. "So, you're saying that before you'll tell me if you have my… item, I have to rent a room? Do I actually get to use this room or is this an additional charge besides the reward I just offered?" Starting to frown furiously at the man as he opened his eyes to add a glare as well .

"Gotta rent a room." The clerk repeated, folding his arms across his chest.

Dean sighed in frustration, before stating wearily, "Two singles." at the look on the man's face he continued, "Anything with two beds."

The clerk smiled, unfolded his arms and reached for the registry and a pen.

Dean took out his wallet, pulling out his latest card. Glancing down at it before laying it on the counter.

The man looked at it then shook his head, "No plastic… cash."

Dean growled something unintelligible at the old man.

Cas thought it was probably a good thing the clerk couldn't understand what Dean was currently saying.

"Name? For the registry." The old man asked looking up at Dean.

"What?" Dean asked, thinking he must be more tired than he thought, he just wanted this to be over, to forget this place existed.

"He asked for your name." Cas stated helpfully, leaning in close to Dean so he could hear him.

The old man snickered as he asked, "The boy hard of hearing?" Looking at Cas for the answer.

Cas tilted his head to the side before asking, "Dean are…" Cas stopped at the glare leveled at him by Dean.

The old man laughed until Dean turned his glare towards the clerk's direction, then Dean stated coldly, "No, the "boy" ain't deaf. My name is Dean Nolty. How much for the night?" reaching for his wallet.

"Sixty-five. Just your boyfriend and you? Cause it's extra for more…" The man stated, Cas thought if the man only knew just who he was pissing off, he wouldn't.

Dean placed both hands on the counter and leaned forward until he was almost nose to nose with the old man, then in a low voice that trembled with suppressed rage ordered, "Stop fucking with me." Dean threw three twenties and a five down on the counter.

Cas mumbled behind him, "I'm not a boyfriend, I'm an ang…"

Dean didn't even bother to turn around as he growled, "Cas." .

The old man silently held the key out to him to room ten; at least it wasn't the same room, than God for small miracles, Dean thought tiredly.

Dean snatched the key and asked, "Now that the bullshit is done, can we talk about why I'm here?"

"Can't." The old man stated with a shrug.

Dean made a lunge for the man, but Cas must have expected that because he was suddenly there holding him back.

As Cas struggled to hold Dean back, Dean told him in a bargaining voice, "I promise I won't kill him, just maim him a little."

"Dean the man can't tell you anything if he can't talk." Cas stated in a reasonable tone of voice.

The old man added hastily, realizing he'd teased the boy too much," I can't help 'til in the morning when the maids get here. You'll need to check with the head maid. She keeps all that found stuff in a storage room. But only she knows her filing system. I can't make heads nor tails of it." The old man cleared his throat, "I'm sorry sonny, I just get bored here all by my lonesome all the time. I have to make my own fun. I pushed a little more than I should have." The old man was looking guiltily at Dean.

Dean nodded with his jaw clenched and a, "Fine. See ya in the morning." he said through barely moving lips.

Cas and Dean left the office and climbed back into the impala, moving it down to room ten.

TBC