I don't own Supernatural, but I did just save thirty dollars on groceries by buying the next month worth of food in Ramen. Yay college!
Dean finished writing the entry on Tricksters in the journal. His hand clenched as the dull pain in his chest grew tighter. The pain pills didn't help as much as they used to and he was taking them more than recommended, but he didn't worry too much about long term effects.
"Here. Anything else you can think to add?" Dean handed the journal to Sam who quickly scanned and shook his head.
"Looks like you got it all." Sam handed the book back and stretched. "That things getting pretty full."
"Dad did a lot of work."
"You've done a lot, too. Half of that has to be your additions."
"It's part of the family business."
"Saving people, hunting things, keeping a diary," Sam parroted in an impression of Dean's voice.
Dean rolled his eyes and coughed into a tissue, the iron taste of blood hinting in his mouth. He tucked the journal into his jacket pocket and slung his bag over his shoulder.
"Had you heard of tricksters before?" Sam asked, finishing packing his own bag.
"Never. Why do you ask?"
"You didn't seem surprised at all when Bobby said it wasn't me who slashed your tires."
"I figured you wouldn't have done it. You know how much Baby means to me."
Sam rubbed his neck and an embarrassed look crossed his face. "Guess I shouldn't have been so quick to blame you about my computer."
"Naw, you were justified. I've done it before. Probably will do it again."
"Better not." His face immediately dissolved into a warning.
Dean grinned and laughed, clapping Sam on the back as he headed for the hotel room door. "Where to next, Sammy?"
"Well, there's been two murders in Providence, Rhode Island." The brothers ambled down the hallway, enjoying not being in a rush.
"Regular murders or our stuff?"
"Well, they said they were told to kill by angels."
Dean froze mid-step, his breath catching. His stomach took a free-fall. A sudden coughing fit hit him and he leaned against the wall for support.
"Dean? You okay?" Sam immediately moved to help support his brother.
"Yeah, yeah." Dean shook his head. Angels. No way. It wasn't possible. "I'm fine." He frowned and blinked, trying to control his voice. "You said angels?"
"Yeah." Sam's forehead was wrinkled in worry. "Maybe you should sit down. You look really pale."
"No, I'm fine. Let's, uh, let's go." Dean pushed past his brother and hurried to the car. He got in the driver's side and took a deep calming breath while Sam threw the bags in the trunk. Even with his crystal clear dreams, there was no way Cas was actually real. Dean still only saw him as a strange conjuring of his subconscious.
"Do you want me to drive?" Sam asked when Dean didn't immediately start the car.
Dean shook his head and turned on the engine. He needed time to calm his nerves and driving was his go to option.
Hey ya all. So I know that technically the trickster came after the angels, but I felt like I needed a bit of Dean starting to trust Cas before the angel debacle. Let's see how this plays out, shall we?
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~abrokencastiel