Disclaimer: Not mine… just playing for fun.

NOTE1: The last name Riddle, is a real spelling of a last name also spelled Reddell or Riddell. Same family different spellings. I mean no disrespect to my own Daisy R. The name of the town below is a real place in Missouri. The description of the closed store and one house being the only thing remaining of the town of Possum Trot is binged from the internet. The rest I made up. The idea of finding a funky named town was from T.L. I had fun finding this one! Also, thanks to my hubby for the whole possum discussion! LY. Made up stuff Cas' can do too.

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Chapter 9

"No. I had it for about 6 months then I decided why the hell should I keep it, when you obviously didn't want it and I didn't care if I had it or not. So, one night I was out drinking and I met this chick and she liked it." Sam shrugged indifferently like he didn't care, probably didn't; while he managed to not look Dean in the eye.

"Tell me you fuckin didn't." Dean moaned out in his frustration, staring at Sam to gauge his honesty. This is not happening, Dean thought silently to himself.

"I spent a week with her, then took her home to her place and dropped her off, last I saw of either one." Sam stated, making it clear he didn't give a shit as he turned his head away from the group in the room with him.

Dean shook Sam again; his anger overflowed as he managed to get out a strangled, "Everything you can remember." as he ordered. "Now, or I'm going to beat the living shit out of you." The anger clearly radiating off Dean in waves.

Sam's eyes jerked back to meet Deans'. "Well, I met her in Mississippi on a ferry boat ride up the river." Sam started, not flinching as he talked to Dean but he did shift in the chair as if trying to get comfortable.

"You went on a ferry boat ride? The 'I am now the perfect hunter…'" Dean air quoted one and then the other, " 'Mr. I am the terminator of the hunting world Sam', went ferry boat trippin'?" Dean asked with a snort, letting go of Sam to air quote while he stepped back to verify if Sam was lying.

Sam frowned as he started out defensive only to end with a sarcastic tone, "I was tracking a werewolf, and I had awhile before the next full moon. I took advantage of the time I had… Time management, you should try it sometime."

Dean raised his fist again only to have Cas say, "If you break his jaw, he can't tell you what you want to know." Dean slowly lowered his hand, contemplating slugging him anyway.

"What's her name and where does she live?" Dean snapped as he thought silently, He better realize I mean business before I kill the little shit.

"Daisy Riddle, she lives in Possum Trot, Missouri." Sam said flatly with no hint of amusement.

"Wow…" Dean snorted his disbelief, "with the truth this time or when I start hitting you I won't stop until…" Dean started ranting only for Sam to interrupt him.

"That is her name, it's kind of hard to forget, just like the town. She lives in the house across the street from the store." Sam said firmly, not flinching as Dean's jaw clenched and his fist started opening and closing.

Dean looked at Cas who gave a slight nod and disappeared.

Dean returned his glare to Sam as he snapped at him, "You better be finally telling me the truth."

Sam just looked at Dean, his chin jutting out mutinously.

Cas reappeared and nodded, his eyes letting Dean know what he needed to.

"Ok, the place is real." Dean said, calming a little.

"Dean, I need to." Cas started only to be interrupted by Dean.

"Not now Cas, we'll talk when we get there." Looking at Sam, he told him, "Stay."

"I gotta go the bathroom." Sam stated with a smile and an arched eyebrow.

Dean smiled right back. The smile not reaching his eyes as he told Sam, "Hold it, dude."

Then Dean grimaced at the way he was about to travel, but he couldn't waste the time to drive, not with Sam handcuffed to a chair itching for a chance to escape.

When they arrived in Possum Trot, Missouri, Dean turned in a complete circle, "This is Possum Trot? Are you sure?" His voice laced with confusion as he stared at Cas.

Cas frowned as he muttered, "Yes I am sure. I tried to tell you…"

"But it's got a closed general store there." He pointed at the boarded up building, then continued, "One house over there." He pointed across the road. "And a flattened possum there." Dean pointed once again, this time to a dead possum on the road a little ways from them. "That's it. This can't be right."

"I know." Cas said in agreement, staring at the possum before continuing, "That possum is not trotting at all." Cas was looking somewhat confused, and then added his question, "I guess the possum didn't trot fast enough?"

Dean starting laughing as he slapped Cas on the back, "Dude, you're too funny."

Cas continued to look confused as Dean told him, "Let's go talk to whoever lives at that house."

Cas stepped cautiously onto the road, looking both ways before crossing the white line to fully be standing on the road.

Dean turned back as he asked, "What the hell are you doing, Cas?"

"I don't want to end up like him." Cas stated firmly, jerking his thumb toward the road kill possum.

Dean chuckled as he shook his head while he suggested, "You can always run across the road Cas."

Instead he blinked out and appeared in front of Dean on the other side of the road.

Dean rolled his eyes as he told him sarcastically, "Real impressive, Cas. What if someone saw you?"

"Nope, too fast." Cas said with a shrug and a grin.

Dean shook his head as he muttered, "You are getting more human everyday Cas."

"Thanks, Dean. I try." Cas stated solemnly complete with straight face.

This only caused Dean to laugh harder.

The befuddled look again from Cas only succeeded in sending Dean into a full blown fit of laughter.

Maybe it was all the stress causing Dean to react like he was having some kind of attack? Cas thought as he opened his mouth to ask Dean what he thought of the analysis.

Dean started to knock only to have the door pulled open before he could causing him to have to pull his fist back to avoid hitting the little old lady right in the forehead.

"What do you want? You lost? Didn't hear a car. You broke down somewhere? Well, cat got your tongue?" She stopped placing one hand on her hip as she waited on Dean's response.

"Huh… Actually, I'm looking for Daisy." At the blank look from the old woman he continued, "Riddle."

She stared at him so long he began to worry that maybe Sam had lied about the girl, before she asked suspiciously, "What do you want with my grandchild?"

"Well, my brother left a… necklace with her and I need it back." Dean said, squinting his eyes and he waited for her reply.

"Black cord… gold dealy bobber on it… funny looking?" The old lady asked as she looked them up and down as if sizing them up.

"Yes!" Dean said, getting excited, they were finally getting somewhere. "Do you know if she still has it?"

"Yes, she still has it… she never took it off after that boy gave it to her." She snapped, suddenly and for no apparent reason, angry.

"Where is she? I really need to talk to her." Dean asked, starting to feel rushed to get things moving.

"Good luck with that, sonny. She has it with her, wearing it still." She said, suddenly tearing up as she clutched the door tightly.

"Can you tell me…" Dean started to ask where Daisy was.

She interrupted Dean, pointing at the store, "There's a road behind the store, follow it about 3 miles to the end, you'll find her there." and she slammed the door closed in their faces.

Dean turned to say something to Cas only to have Cas grab him.

When Dean shook Cas' arm off, he snapped, "Damn it Cas, how many times do I…"

He turned around a couple of times, "Cas are we in the right place?"

Cas nodded as he told Dean in a serious tone, "Yes, I followed her instructions."

"Shit." Dean snapped, instantly angry as he scrubbed at his eyes.

"I don't understand." Cas said, "Why would a person…"

"Because she's dead." Dean said bluntly, dropping his hand away from his face. "Shit! That means that she was buried wearing my amulet. You know this means I have to dig up that grave, right? Which will probably disturb her, and then I'll have to salt and burn her. Which will definitely disturb her granny. This sucks." Dean ran a hand through his hair as he looked for her grave mumbling, "And what could have happened to her way the hell out here anyway."

Several minutes later and Dean stood looking at Daisy Riddle's grave. A picture of her smiled at them from the tombstone, "She's so young and pretty." Dean slapped Cas' chest with the back of his hand. "She died less than a month after meeting Sam. Do you think…?" Dean stopped and continued to stare at the grave. "Cas." He whispered, "I don't want to have to do a S an B., not to her or her grandma." Normally that wouldn't bother Dean but for some reason this one felt different. He really didn't want to do it, he felt like maybe this girl was all her granny had.

Cas nodded and disappeared.

"I wish you'd quit fucking doing that." He stated to thin air. Dean felt like he stood there in the quiet of that deserted cemetery for at least an hour, before he started to pace back and forth while he waited for Cas. What the hell was Cas doing?

Cas appeared in front of him as he turned to pace in the other direction, startling him so much he jumped, "Fuck Cas… scare the sh…" Dean stopped talking and stared at what dangled from Cas' hand.

Dean reached out and touched his amulet before asking softly, "How did you do this?"

"Angels have secrets, too Dean." Cas smiled, smugly as he handed it over to Dean. Cas ignored the dirt that fell off him as he moved.

Dean started to put it on and then took a whiff of the cord, sniffing it he almost gagged, "That is nasty."

"You should try in the coffin." Cas said bluntly, with a straight face.

"I'll pass. So, you think she was undisturbed by you messing with her to take back my amulet?" Dean asked hopefully.

Cas shrugged, grabbing Dean's arm and landing them on Bobby's porch. Dean opened the screen and was reaching for the door handle when he heard Sam ask, "But how do you know?"

"Because I've been there for you two most of your lives." was Bobby's immediate reply.

"But still, what if he… I… what if it fucks us up so bad that Dean doesn't want him… us around anymore?" Sam asked in what sounded like a nervous voice.

"Won't happen boy." Bobby stated firmly.

"But it has. Sammy thought he would not survive it more than once. Dean stopped trusting us. He stopped caring what happened to Sammy. I don't want to go through that. If I remain as I am I won't ever have to." Sam stated trying to get Bobby's to see his side.

"Dean never stopped loving Sammy. He got mad at him… more than once. But he never stopped trying with Sammy. Not for long, he had a weak moment towards the end, but so did Sammy. Both sides were messing with you two." Silence reigned a moment before Bobby continued, "You talk about being the great hunter now. Being a great hunter is a combination of things, not just one. Together, Sammy and Dean made a perfect hunter, as a team. They complimented each others good things. It's what made the Winchesters legends in the hunting community, not you."

Dean thought, if he could, that is the way he would describe him and Sammy. Dean wiggled the handle a little to let Bobby know he was coming… thereby avoiding anything embarrassing.

As they walked in, Bobby asked, "Any luck?" Like the conversation he was having with Sam had never occurred.

Dean dangled the amulet from his hand in much the same manner he had before he'd let it fall in the trash after their trip to heaven courtesy of Roy and Walt. Huh, still hate them. Dean thought randomly.

"She gave it back? She said she'd never take it off." Sam said, sounding a little hurt.

Dean looked guilty, "She didn't Sam. She kept her promise."

Bobby jumped up from the couch he'd been sitting on when saw and heard the guilt Dean was radiating, "What the hell did you do, Dean?"

"Nothing, Cas did." Dean said, trying for a carefree grin.

Bobby turned stormy eyes Cas' direction as he snapped at the unprepared angel, "Explain now."

TBC