"That... was impressive." Cas said. "You even pronounced it correctly." Sam flashed a quick smile. "Thank you, Cas. Now that we've established that I am useful, could we get to solving this?" Sam was tapping at his laptop already. "Well... the dried berries are very similar to pepper corns, so I think if we ground them, and pack them in shotgun shells, like we do with the rocksalt, we might be able to kill it." Cas nodded slowly. "That might just work..." Dean smirked. "Or at least slow the thing down. So... off to find the herb, I guess." He threw them a sly look. "Can I come, or..." he left the rest hanging in the air. Sam scoffed. "Yeah, of course you can... just... stay close." Cas smiled. "If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't even know what to look for. I'll be at your side, so I can, how did you say that in Purgatory? "Blip off" with you, if the creature strikes before we procure the Vitex." Dean smiled. "Thanks, Cas. Appreciate it." He grabbed his jacket and keys. "So, where to, Sammy?" Sam smiled as he shook his head. "Any place that sells herbal supplements, I guess."
Four hours later the good mood they had left in, was gone. "Not even at that freaky herbalist shop... or Walmart, and now most shops are closed." Dean muttered and slid into Baby. "What can you find on the herb, Sam?" Cas asked from the backseat. Sam hummed as he swiped through his telehone. "Oh crap... mediterranian herb. I'm betting it is not a herb commonly used here in the US." Dean cursed under his breath and his hand slapped down on the steeringwheel. "What time is it?" Cas asked, out of the blue. Taken aback, Dean glanced at his black watch. The glow-in-the-dark hands showed eleven fifteen. As soon as Dean told Cas, he vanished. "What the?" Dean gasped. Sam shrugged. "You know he does that. He'll be back and then tell us the how and why." Dean sighed and rubbed at his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. "I know... I just wish I knew when he comes back. It could be hours." At that Cas reappeared and handed Sam a small box. "There. I used the time difference between us and Europe, flew to Italy and found capsules." Dean flashed him a grin. "You are the greatest, Cas. Let's head back to the motel, catch a few hours, and start making succubus killing bullets." Dean absentmindedly started to whistle softly. He felt so lucky to have a best friend like Cas.
Dean stretched and yawned. Those hours he slept, had done him good. He opened his eyes. "Good morning, Dean. I trust you are rested?" Dean smiled and turned towards the diningset. "Yeah. Thanks Cas. You? Did you rest as well?" Cas smiled softly. "I meditated. My body has rested during that." Scratching his head, Dean frowned. "You can rest your body sitting up? Doesn't your back kill you?" Cas lowered his gaze. "My back is perfectly fine. Thank you for your concern, Dean." Dean stretched some more and threw his legs over the edge. "Yeah, time to get to work. Sam! Up and at 'em!" From the other bed, a muffled groan and some indistinct muttering came. Dean threw his pillow at the lump under the blankets. "Rise and shine, Sammy!" Sam shot up like a cork from a bottle of champagne, looking around with a look bordering panic. Dean chuckled. "I don't know what it is about that phrase, but it gets you up in a flash every time." Sam glared at him. "Jerk." Dean disdainfully looked back. "Bitch." At the dining set, Cas shook his head and mumbled: "Assbutts."