FOUR.
I pulled up behind Dean's trusty Impala some time later at a diner. We still had not yet reached our destination of Pheonix, but still all of us needed a break from driving: all of us needed to eat, particularly Dean, who ate more than Sam and I put together or so it seemed at times.
I slumped in my plastic diner seat, feeling drained and exhausted, both from the drive itself and from worrying about the whereabouts of Cas.
Sam looked over at me, looking deeply concerned, while Dean was too busy chatting up the waitress.
"How you holding up, Jenna?" Sam asked, quietly.
I managed a shaky smile for the younger Winchester, before shaking my head at him.
"I'm holding up," was all I said.
Sam didn't get a chance to say more, for the waitress curtly asked for our orders, apparently saving all her courtesy for Dean. Dean just had that effect on women - he had them eating out of the palm of his hand wherever he went. I regarded him closely, and had to admit to myself that I could see why. With his movie star looks, those large green eyes and those outing lips, I could see why. Plus the guy oozed a natural charisma that most guys didn't have.
And then I thought of Cas and knew that even Dean wasn't a match for Castiel himself.
I wondered how differently things would be if I hadn't have met Cas, hadn't fallen for the gentle charms and loving hands of the beautiful angel - and I knew then that maybe I would have fallen for Dean.
But now ... Dean didn't stand a chance and I think he knew it, which is why he hadn't made a move on me yet. He knew how much of an emotional tie I had for Castiel, that that tie would never be broken by anybody else.
I thought of Cas again, of his beautiful big blue eyes and it was as if just thinking so strongly of him made what happen next ... well ... happen.
I sat bolt upright in my seat, eyes large, hands pressed flat on the table before me, staring off into a room that was not at the diner.
It was dark, it was dingy and I could see Castiel. I reached out a hand then, trying to touch him, but I could not. I was not really there after all - it was as if I was seeing this scene through someone else's eyes. I tried to take in as much as I could of the surroundings, before the vision ended and I slumped back down in my seat, more exhausted than ever.
Both Dean and Sam were looking at me curiously, Dean with a forkful of pie raised halfway to his lips.
"What did you see?" Sam asked, quietly, not looking very surprised at all.
"I think I know where Cas is," I said, sounding stunned even to my own ears ...
to be continued ...