FIVE.

I tried to describe the room as I'd seen it as best as I could - that it was dark and looked like some kind of a warehouse. I closed my eyes as tight as they would go, trying to remember something more tangible than just merely a warehouse.

"Cows!" I said, suddenly. "I can hear cows nearby!"

I sniffed the air of memory, before saying - "I can smell ..... machinery ... machinery that has been run recently, judging by the smell."

"So what are we supposed to believe - that you've just tuned into Angel TV?" Dean said, while piling another forkful of pie into his mouth.

"If it's helping her find Castiel, then does it matter what she's doing?" Sam said, in my defense. "And I think it's more a case of Cas TV. You're not hearing other angels are you?"

I shook my head at him.

"Well, Jenna and Cas are so close, it's like they're soulmates or something," Sam said, shooting a look in my direction, as I frowned in concentration, trying to make sense of my own vision. "Hadn't you noticed, Dean?"

I looked up at Dean then, and I saw sadness in his eyes then, a hint of almost jealousy for something he couldn't have. I'm not saying he wanted neither Cas nor I, it was just the concept of soulmates he seemed to want right then.

"It felt like Cas was calling me Dean," I said, quietly to him, reaching forward to take his hand gently.

Surprisingly he let me take it, when I thought he'd just take his hand away.

"Like he was trying to get me to help him!" I continued.

A tear slid slowly down my face because although we were a step closer to finding out where Cas was, we still didn't know the exact location of that warehouse. All I wanted right then was to have my angel back.

"Why now? Why didn't you know before?" Sam asked the obvious gently.

I closed my eyes, feeling the pull of Castiel inside me, in that place that had been so empty before.

"He's been kept unconcious ... Now, he's waking up and he's .... hurting! Why is he hurting?" I asked, standing up and almost bringing the table crashing to the floor.

"Jenna, sit down - please!" Dean hissed, tugging gently on my hand to enforce the plea.

Reluctantly, I complied, but not before I garnered a few curious stares from people nearby.

"Can you remember anything else?" he asked, squeezing my hand gently in a sign of support.

I shook my head, before saying - "No, I only got a brief flash of the inside of the warehouse. I'm sorry that I can't tell you more!"

I clenched my jaw in frustration and looked off into the middle distance, wondering just where Castiel was, while Dean and Sam looked on sympathetically.

Then Dean flagged down the waitress he'd been chatting to earlier, to ask her about any warehouses nearby that may have a cow farm nearby.

"Well, there's one place around here like that and that's the McKinley Farm! Why you asking?" the waitress asked, looking down on Dean with too bright, too attentive eyes.

"My friend here has close personal ties with the owners of that place. She needs to go there as soon as possible,"Dean told her, which wasn't too far pff the truth.

Despite my agitation, I couldn't help but feel a glow of pride that Dean had called me his friend. Dean must have picked up on this for he dropped me a quick wink, before returning his attention to the waitress.

"Can you give us directions?" he asked her, pushing a napkin towards the waitress.

Hastily, she jotted down the required information, before leaving us with a look over her shoulder at Dean.

Sam could only look at his older brother in amazement.

"You didn't even give her your number. What's wrong with you?" he asked.

Dean merely smirked and shrugged, while I had to laugh.

"Drastic times, little bro!" was all he said, before getting up to leave.

Without argument, I stood to follow him, with Sam being the last to rise. Between us, we left money for the bill, before walking from the diner, a small child the only one to notice our passing ....

to be continued ...