A/N : Short Chapter here guys Thanks for reading this fiction, this one is setting the scene for the next chapter which should be up soon. Pleas review, I would love to get any feedback but am open to prompts for other fictions or ideas about what could happen in this one.
Dean's eyes were glued to the road, his fingers tapping the steering wheel along to the beat of the song. Sam hid a smile, deciding to look out his window instead. He had no idea where they were heading really. They were surrounded by trees; he knew it was a small town. A small, secluded town that is in the middle of no-where, it was surrounded by forests and the only roads there were old and unused. Dean was oblivious to all this, Sam sighed inwardly at the trust his brother had put in him. Dean had never even questioned why they were going here, in some ways this made it hard for Sam to go through with the plan.
"So, what's this one look like?" The question broke their comfortable silence and Sam struggled to think of a decent answer.
"Well, I knew we needed something to take our minds off… umm some things. I noticed that every year a young girl dies, they disappear and the bodies never turn up. The news was never big enough to make the news; the town is just too small." Thing was, that was the truth. Maybe that's why Balthazar chose this little town; it gave Sam the perfect cover.
"We thinking it's a spirit?"
"Yeah, something like that." After Sam's strange response the silence fell softly over the two brothers. Both brothers listening to the music, each one thinking about the challenge ahead, neither of them realising their two challenges were so different.
"Come on Cassie, I promise it'll be worth it."
"I said no Balthazar. I don't want to go anywhere."
"Look, there is a little town in the middle of nowhere, there is this beautiful little italien there; not too expensive and delicious. Please my gift to you, an apology of sorts. Not to mention ther is a potential hunt there, maybe you could try and solve it yourself. You know, move on from the Winchesters." Balthazar ignored the way Cas cringed when he said 'Winchesters'. Even he knew that this was for the best, they had to clear the air. If that ended in the two never talking again, then he guessed that's how it would have to be.
"What if they do turn up?"
"So what? You're an angel don't let them scare you away, come on Cassie. I will be there with you. It might help to see him, you know, clear the air and speak to him." Balthazar felt guilty, it was a relatively new feeling for him, before Cassie and him met up again he never really cared enough to feel guilt. He lived life in the moment and didn't care what happened afterwards, but now he felt responsible for Cassie. He cared more than ever, he had slowed down to offer comfort and had found that things were nicer that way. Anyway, he felt guilty, guilty for lying and hiding things and guilty for setting the trap he was leading his beloved brother too.
"Fine, if you promise you will be there. I can't do it alone." The second sentence was whispered so quietly that Balthazar only just heard it. He ignored it, deciding it was better to let Cas think he hadn't heard. What Balthazar didn't notice was the hope in Castiel's sea blue eyes, even Cas didn't know what he was hoping for. Whether he hoped he would see Dean there, be able to tell him everything and sort this whole mess out. Or if he hoped that for once Balthazar wouldn't leave and hadn't hidden anything. It made his insides pang with guilt, he mentally shouted at himself for thinking his brother would do that to him. True, he had done it before, a lot, but recently Balthazar had been different and Cas had to admit it felt nice having the rock that was his favourite brother and for once feeling as if he knew everything, that he was getting the whole truth.
Unfortunately for Castiel, Balthazar is hiding something.