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Chapter 3

Something was definitely going on here, and Dean was getting the feeling that everyone in town were in the conspiracy. He had spent most of the morning asking people around, and nobody seemed to care about the missing woman. Now, even if she was reviled by absolutely everyone, the fact that her own sister (cute face, kinda flat) acted like she wasn't even gone was a bit strange.

"We were thinking about starting auditioning people tomorrow. it's not just for women, by the way. I have to say though," Dean said with a charming smile "guys would be at a disadvantage."

"In that case, I might come too. Where and when?"

"Well, actually, we're still looking for a place."

"You could probably rent the conference room at city hall, though I don't know, at such a short notice. There's also the library."

"Um, excuse me for asking," he continued, trying to sound like a person who's colleague possibly died, "But you don't seem very… How should I put this… shouldn't you be… worried..?

And just like the guy from the motel, the woman's expression suddenly changed.

"It's OK. I'm sure she's fine. She'll return," she said slowly, in the kind of tone grownups use when they're trying to convince a four year old not to run with scissors.

"She has been missing for three weeks…"

"She decided to take off. People take off sometimes," She concluded and smiled again. "Would you like to come in for tea? I just made pie."

A pretty woman inviting him to her house to eat some pie? Normally, he'd jump at the opportunity. This however, was far from natural. This felt like he'll end up being the meal, or something.

Dean refused politely and backed of.

The library wasn't big, but very clustered. It was dimly lit, and the one computer in it was out of order. It was also warm, dusty and smelled of old books. That gave Sam a good feeling.

Way in the back of the room someone was mumbling, obscured by shelves of books. Probably the librarian, Sam assumed. He looked around and went straight to the 'religion and mythology' section. The only facts they had were the missing person and an odd feeling about the town, but the Winchesters certainly saw enough in their lives to make some conclusions.

"A lament is a song or poem which expresses grief, regret or mourning," Sam heard from the other side of the room of the room. The younger Winchester was walking slowly, looking at a shelf marked 'A through E', not really looking for anything specific yet, just enjoying the peace and quiet, the old books and the dust.

"… A village in the administrative district of Gmina Jeleniewo, within Suwalki county, in north-eastern Poland…" the voice said. Sam stopped what he was doing and concentrated on listening.

"Human beings are carnivores, and therefore must consume meat, which can be extracted from non-human beings called animals," the speaker continued, sounding incredibly bored. This was getting weird… Sam put down the book he was holding and started moving slowly towards the voice.

He walked past the shelves and tables, while the voice continued to lecture.

"Route 401 is 264 miles or 425 kilometers long."

Some chairs, sound equipment, one more book shelf and he's there.

"A snake doesn't have limbs and therefore can be easily made into a sausage."

Finely, he circled the last obstacle, and came face to face –

with himself.

Sam blinked. So did his reflection in the mirror.

Castiel usually considered his first meeting with Dean Winchester as a turning point after which life simply stopped making sense. He got used to most of it. That Heaven does not hold all the answers. That angels may kill their own brethren. That his father might be…

He stopped that thought. There were certainly more immediate problems to deal with at the moment.

He stood in front of a quiet little café, in a quiet little town. The word 'Heaven' was glowing above the door, filling the alley with blue neon light. This place could not exist. It defied all logic. An anomaly. And yet, Dean's amulet was getting warmer in his hand. Castiel sighed and put his hand on the door knob. This would have been easier if he didn't have to do this alone. Even if his only choice was to be paired with the demon. Of course, the insufferable being backed off at the last moment, claiming that he had 'business' to take care of.

The angel pushed the door open and came in. A non corporeal being floated towards him, holding a tray with hot beverages.

"Welcome to heaven. Would you like a table?"

A/N - And I finely managed to write a slightly longer than usual chapter. So apparently Castiel found Heaven. Or not, who knows. And Dean refused pie from a pretty woman. What.