The Winchester escape-plan had been put on hold now that Castiel was back. Dean especially eased up on hiding, now Cas was around. Sam was the only one who noticed the change in his behaviour... he just wasn't Dean anymore. Sam knew they all had changed, and they'd be insane if they hadn't---this pressure, the end of the world, and everything else ties into shaping different souls. But Dean was reckless now, more than he usually was. Castiel was alive and well, and they were all thankful, but what if it had been a trap? It didn't seem to matter to Dean, he jumped right in.
It was that reckless and impulsive decision that put Sam on edge. Dean was always the one to shoot first, ask questions later. Dean didn't shoot, he dug up a grave in order to bring Cas back, then asked questions later. It just wasn't like him. Not only did Sam have to keep looking over his shoulder, but he had to keep Dean in line before he did something he would most certainley regret.
The Winchester clan plus Castiel arrived at the shady motel, only to stay for a few hours, to rest, to eat. They even had to give the impala a break. Now that they had a key player back, their team was almost assembled. Sam, Dean and Melinda knew they had to get to Bobby's and fast; just because Cas was back, didn't mean they were off the hook. Demons, angels, and everything in between were still on the hunt for them.
Dean had pick-locked the door, then slowly merged his way inside, looking about the room for vacancy. When the coast was clear, he called in everybody else. Melinda led Castiel inside, looking around the place nervously. "Hex bags?" She looked at Sam, ordering him to place them about the room. Sam quickly placed one in every corner.
Melinda and Castiel took a seat on the bed. She glanced at Cas nervously, then at her brothers. No one spoke, in fact, the silence was rather awkward. Her brothers could sense Melinda wanted time alone with Castiel, and they could respect that. Dean smirked at her. "Not a problem, Miss Winchester." He said as if he read her mind. "Come on, Sam." Dean's hand came in contact with Sam's chest as he pushed him along, guiding him outside. Within seconds, Sam and Dean were gone.
Melinda turned to Castiel, taking his hands in hers. Melinda looked at him, smiling in that anxious sort of way. Castiel could sense it---his hands gripped hers tighter. "You seem distressed." He told her.
Melinda nodded slightly. She was.
"You could have been followed for all we know." Melinda replied. She raised a vaild point.
"That is quite impossible. If Heaven let me out, it's for a reason. They want me to fight." Castiel answered her. Melinda's eyes changed shape. She half-scowled at Cas. What he had said made no sense. Let him out?
"Let you out? But you died.." the word 'died' faded out. She wasn't fond of that word. "The angels killed you." She finished. Castiel looked away from her, only to stare aimlessly at the walls. "Repelled, not murdered. Detained in Heaven, if you will. They let me out because God needs all the soliders he can salvage." Castiel told her quietly.
Melinda bowed her head. She kept her vision to the floor, taken back by what he had told her. "After all this time, we thought you were dead," she looked up, "I didn't know where you were... Heaven, Hell... it tore me apart nonetheless." Melinda whispered. It was still unbelieveable that he was actually here.
Castiel leaned in closer to her, still holding firmly onto her hands. "If I could, I would have told you. Somehow." His eyes were sparkling blue and sincire, not like he would lie anyways. "I know." Melinda barely said. She looked down again. "So, instead of springing out of bible-land, the man upstairs let's you go. Kind of reminds me of Dean." Melinda joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Castiel also looked to the floor. "God let me out because he needs help. You know why God wanted Dean out." He moved his eyes from the floor to Melinda. She shook her head. "Yes, I know why."
"Very different reasons." He added.
"But the apocalpyse, everything is at a stalemate now, until Dean and Sam say yes, right? I mean, there's no war unless my brothers say so, right?" Melinda asked with hope.
"This is true," Castiel began.
"So then, if they continue saying no, the world can't ever end, right?!" Melinda shifted herself on the bed more, egarley. "Please, tell me I'm right. If I hear it from you, I'll feel so much better." Melinda began to beg.
"I'm sorry, but you're quite incorrect." Castiel broke the news. Whatever smile Melinda conjoured up at faded. "Damnit.." She cursed as she looked away.
"I know you and your brothers have been hiding from Lucifer and Michael, but your journey will end sooner than later."
"When?" Melinda cut him off.
"Honestly, I can't say. Angels cannot possess a human without consent, this you know."
"Yes.." Melinda lowered her voice.
"My brothers will get what they want, the problem is, they don't care how."
Melinda glared at Cas. She couldn't quite make sense of what he was telling her. "Cas, what are you saying?"
Castiel looked about the room sheepishly. "Perhaps, we should discuss this with you're brothers." Castiel began to sit up.
"Wait!" Melinda pulled him back down. They looked at one another fearfully.
"We will, but first, you have to tell me what you mean," Melinda paused, preparing herself. "Why won't the angels care?"
Castiel gazed at her, then looked away. "There was talk in Heaven. You won't like it." Castiel warned.
"I don't give a damn." Melinda said bluntly.
Castiel shook his head lightly. "You must continue hiding, Melinda. You must keep running. Not just Sam and Dean, but you, for your own safety."
"Why?" Melinda asked desperately, hanging on to Castiel's hands.
Cas paused, then prepped himself to bear the news.
"If Angels, or Demons get a hold of your brothers, they will torture them into saying yes, but they won't start with them, they'll torture anyone close to them too."
Melinda seemed to stop breathing. Her eyes fixated on Castiel. Her heart jumped in her chest, almost like a heart attack.
"You and Bobby Singer are in great danger."