It took Cas two days and a half to get to Sabbat De Sang. When he did get there it was better constructed than Deans camp. The walls surrounding the camp were concrete and the gate to get in could only be opened from the inside. Two guards stood outside the front gate, both holding large guns.
"Qui êtes-vous?" The man on the left asked.
Cas bit his lip, he didn't know how to speak French. "Um, a woman named Abaddon sent me," he said. He was trying to do hand motions but failed.
"Abaddon?" The one on the right said with a heavy accent.
Cas nodded, "Yes, I'm here to see my son," he said. This time the guards understood his hand motions.
"Quel est son nom?" The right one asked.
"Pardon?" Cas asked.
The man repeated himself but Cas had no idea what he was saying. "Can I talk to someone who speaks English?"
The left guard seemed to understand and got someone to open the gate. "Cet homme veut parler à quelqu'un qui parle anglais," He said.
The man on the inside nodded and left. A few minutes later he was back with a man who was wearing a white robe, it kind of looked like a karate suit. He had a black beard that touched his chest and his eyes were grey.
"Yes?" He asked Cas.
"Um, I am here to see my son, he is sick," He said.
"Who sent you?" The man asked, unlike the others he had a russian accent.
"Abaddon, she said he was here," Cas said shifting uncomfortably on his feet.
"Abaddon?" All the men laughed.
The man in the robe wiped a tear from his eyes, his cheeks were rosy, "Abaddon is a very funny woman," he said.
"Ya, so, could you please help me?" Cas asked.
"What's your sons name?" He asked.
"Chase Novak," Cas said.
The man smiled, "Ah yes, Novak. Follow me," He said.
Cas did as told and the man led him to a small house. "He should be in here with his family," The man said.
"His family?" Cas asked.
The man nodded and walked away. Cas knocked on the wooden door and soon a woman arrived. She was wearing a blue sweater, grey sweatpants, and a white apron.
"Yes?" She asked.
Cas cleared his throat, "Could I please speak to Chase?" He asked.
The woman frowned, "Who are you?" She asked.
"I am Castiel Novak, Chase know me," he said.
The woman nodded. She led him up a small set of stairs and into a small room. Chase was reading a book.
"Chase, someone's here to see you," The woman said.
Chase looked up, he dropped his book, "Dad?" he asked.
Cas nodded, he had tears in his eyes. The last time he saw Chase was five years ago. Chase has grown a lit since. His hair, which used to be dirty blonde, was now a light brown. His eyes were blue and he was definitely taller.
Cas walked over to his side.
"I- I thought you were dead," Chase said.
Cas wiped away a tear, "I thought you were dead," He said.
Chase frowned, "No, but I'm dying," he said.
The woman was now gone.
"Do they know what's wrong with you?" Cas asked quietly.
Chase shook his head, "No, they've been trying to figure out but they couldn't," he said.
Cas nodded, "If I took you to my base, do you think they would care?" he asked.
"I don't think so," Chase said. He coughed.
Cas nodded. "What's your," he paused, "Moms name?" he asked.
"Sadie," Chase said.
Cas nodded, "I'll be right back," he said as he left the room. He found Sadie downstairs cooking.
"Excuse me, Sadie?" he asked.
She turned around and nodded, "Yes, you can bring him with you," she said.
"Do I have to sign any papers or anything?" He asked.
She shook her head, "No, but I must tell Master Raknam," she said.
"Master Raknam?" Cas asked.
She nodded, "Yes, you probably saw him. He wears a white robe with a black belt," she said.
Cas nodded, "Oh."
"I'll pack his things, would you like to have dinner with us before you leave?"
