SIX

I groaned wearily when I got back behind the wheel of the Mustang, feeling aching limbs stiff with tension creak with the effort of having to sit down once again. Seemed like oI was spending far too much time sitting down today, when all I wanted to do was vent my frustrations on those who had taken from me all that I held dear.

I turned the ignition, revelling once again in the sounds of the finely tuned engine, waiting not quite so patiently for Dean to pull out of the diner's parking lot in that beautifu Impala of his.

My impatience and frustration only grew on the journey over to the warehouse in my vision - an agitation like nothing else I'd ever felt before in my life. Then again, nothing like this had ever happened to me before, so I really had nothing to compare it to.

I let my attention wander slightly, keeping just enough on the road ahead so I wouldn't crash, trying to get a handle on Cas again, trying to at elast let him know we were coming for him. After all, as had been said before about me, I seemed to be the only one tuning in to Cas tv, being his soulmate.

I felt again Cas' pain and my forehead furrowed in anguish when I felt it. My wrists felt constricted, making it hard to steer my car, and my legs felt leaden, weighted. My back hurt abominably and I reluctantly pulled away from the angel, fearing for my own safety within the metal confines of my car. I did not want to crashg the car before I had the chance to stop this.

Up ahead I saw Dean pull up in front of what must be our destination and I pulled up beside him, easing myself out of the car, as the engine cooled slowly to a stop.

"You ready?" Dean asked me, in that sonorous voice of his, that he only seemed to use when he was deeply serious.

I nodded, then said - "In a minute!"

Dean and Sam waited patiently, gathering together their own weapons, while I fetched mine - the only one I knew I would need, the only one I ever trusted when things got drastic.

My trusty silver Japanese sword, which my father had taught me to use against my mother's will. It had saved my life on so many occasions, I was always grateful to my father for teaching me that skill.

"Jeez!" Dean murmured, wuith an appreciative whistle when he saw me approach with my trusty blade. "Remind me never to piss you off in a hurry!"

I had to grin at that, before following Dean's lead into the warehouse ....

to be continued ....