Chapter Three

The Doctor and Rose were tied up in their chairs once again. Dean, Sam, and Bobby glared at the two with cautious eyes.

"So what do we do now? They're harmless, but insane. And they did just appear out of that box," Sam thought out-loud.

"I say you go check out the box, just to be sure," suggested Bobby, "I'll keep an eye on the nut jobs."

"C'mon Bobby, you can't be serious. I mean, c'mon, aliens? We've dealt with so-called aliens before. The first time it was an angel, the second it was a friggin' fairy," said Dean.

"Just go, see what that box is all about," commanded Bobby.

"All right, keep those two alive and don't hurt them," said Sam sincerely.

"I'll hurt 'em if I have to. Get off my property and get goin'," replied Bobby.

The boys headed out the door. They jumped in the beloved Impala and Dean cranked "Shoot to Thrill" by AC/DC and they rolled off.

"So, what do we do if this guy is telling the truth?" asked Sam.

"We ask him his motives. We do what we usually do for monsters, except this guy would be an alien," replied Dean.

"Okay, if he's planning something sinister, what do we do to kill him? What about the girl? She's human; we can't kill her for any reason."

"Sammy, if I wanted the girl dead I'd let you sleep with her," Dean said with a smirk. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Oh c'mon," groaned Sam.

"Suck it, Sammy."

They drove on for a few hours. It was nightfall by the time they reached the box. They ran up to it. The door was slightly open. Sam and Dean held their guns up to it.

"You go in first," suggested Dean. Sam nodded. He pushed the door open slightly and looked around in awe as he lowered his gun slowly. Dean followed, stared around for a moment, and ran out panting. Sam followed.

"What's wrong?" asked Sam.

"Dude, he was friggin telling the truth. That thing is alien," he explained.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you were scared," laughed Sam.

"Shut up," snapped Dean. They heard a flutter of wings behind them.

"Hello, Dean," said a gruff and familiar voice behind Dean. Dean turned around to face Cas. He walked forward to hug him and put his arms around the angel.

"What's up, Cas?" asked Dean.

"You are not to touch this box," he commanded roughly.

"Why?" asked Sam.

"It is not of this universe, and I will not have you mixed up with this man," he replied.

"Well then, is this good or bad?" asked Dean.

"That is a hard question," replied Cas. He paused before saying, "Yes and no."

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Sam.

"It means he has good intentions and a good nature, but he has done some horrible things much like you two and I, myself," explained Cas.

"We'll get along just fine, is he like a space hunter or something?" asked Dean with a laugh.

"In a way, yes. But he does not want to be," replied Cas.

"Nobody wants to be a hunter."

"I suppose not."

They drove back to Bobby's. Cas sat by Dean, Sam lounged around in the back. Cas stared at Dean as he drove until they reached a hotel to stay for the night. Dean plopped down on a bed, Sam in the other while Cas slept on the floor, ready to rise quickly the next morning.

Thank you so much for reading this far! It sucks now, but it will get better. I promise. Look forward to some Destiel fluff in Chapter Four! If you hate the fluffy stuff, just skip to Chapter Five. You won't miss anything important. :)

-SatanPit