It was harder than usual to get anything of any consequence from following Ruby.
Her week was simple. She would go to the gym around 1 pm.
At 2:30 pm she would go to a restaurant and eat here for around an hour.
For a person eating alone she took a while there. He wrote this down, it might be important.
After that she would go home and she would be there for about 4 hours.
At 7:30 pm she would go to the park and hand out drugs to whoever came to her. He took pictures of that, it was important.
Around 11 pm she would go and eat something again then head back to the park until 3 am.
She would go home and the rest of the week would be a similar routine.
The only thing that popped out to Castiel was that on Friday afternoon she went to a mansion for three hours. That must be it, his clue to where Dean was being held.
If Castiel was lucky, that could even be where Dean was being held, either way, he had to get a closer look.
The young investigator had missed a whole week of school just to follow Ruby around. He had enough to get her arrested but he needed to find the missing boy first. He went to his father's office to tell him the news about finding the mansion. John was there as well, he was probably there for an update. Jimmy called Castiel in and introduced him to John. "This is my son, he's been helping me with the case since I still have another case I'm working on" he said.
John had a skeptical look on his face, it was clear he wasn't happy about this. "Have you got anything yet?" he asked the boy standing in front of him.
"Yes sir. I think I found where they're holding your son, though I can't be sure until I get a closer look. I've been doing some digging. I followed Ruby around this week, discreetly of course, and I have enough evidence to get her arrested. That will help in the future, but right now we need them to think they're safe. " Castiel answered.
"Alright, sounds like you have a good lead. You still don't have enough, what's your next plan?" John asked, still a bit skeptical.
"I have a few ideas. Plan A - I go in with a video camera. This is probably the most dangerous plan,but it would serve the most evidence and probably is the most effective. Plan B- Get Ruby arrested, scare them out of the mansion to find a better hiding spot. This plan has a few flaws though. I doubt Ruby would talk, and Crowley knows that as well, so he might not get scared out of the mansion. All in all, there's going to be flaws in every plan. I just have to pick the one that I trust will work the best. " Castiel answered again. Castiel had quit the mind for strategy and father was proud of him at that moment.
"You're willing to risk your life just to help my son?" John asked, now very impressed with the young man standing in front of him.
"Your son went to the same school as I do. I don't know him personally, but I feel like if it happened to me, I'd like to think someone one out there would be trying just as hard to save me. I think that might be going through his mind as well, that someone out there is trying to help him, I hope it helps him through it. " he said simply with a meek smile. Castiel knew he wasn't some sort of superhero, but at least he could try to be someone's hero.
"Thank you" John said standing up and putting his hand on Castiel's shoulder, pulling the boy into a hug. It was a bit strange at first, but he felt glad that John trusted him to get his son back. John looked over at Jimmy and Jimmy just nodded in understanding.
After John left the office Castiel sat down so he could discuss things further with his father. "Dad, I don't know what I should do. What do you think?" he asked, seeking his father's advice.
" I think you were right about the first plan being better, but make sure not to be seen. Have you checked out their security?" Jimmy said.
"Yes. They have security Cameras at the front gate, two guards there as well. That's not my way in. The fence is quite high, but I think I can climb it. I'm going to have to go in once just to get a quick look around to figure out what is where. The second time I go in, I'll take a camera. " He explained to his father.
Jimmy nodded. "Sounds like you have this planned out. My other job will be finished by next week. Are you sure you have this covered?" he asked.
"I have it" Castiel assured his father. Their conversation being over, Castiel decided to go home and get some rest. He would only be able to sneak in at night so he had some time before he had to go.
John had gotten home and took out a beer from the fridge. It was strange to be home and both his sons weren't. It wasn't too long ago when he would be away for days but always when he got home his sons would be there waiting for him faithfully. He felt his heart wrench as he thought about all the time he wasted with his kids while he was out searching to avenge his wife. Instead of focusing on the past he should have focused on the present, on his children. Now it might be too late. He sat down on the couch and turned on the television, trying to numb his mind, when he remembered that he should call Sammy and update him.
He fished his cellphone out of his pocket and called his son. "Hi,I'm calling to speak with a patient there, Sam Winchester" he told the man who answered. "Yes this is his father." he replied. After a few minutes he heard his son's voice over the phone say hello.
"Hey Sammy, how are ya?" he asked.
"I'm okay. The psychologist here is quite nice" he said.
"Good, that's good" John said with a soft smile forming on his lips. Hopefully his younger son would be home soon, and maybe with luck his older son would as well.
"Any news about Dean?" he asked anxiously.
"The investigator and his son who is assisting said they have a plan. It's not bullet proof, but it might work. I'm not a religious man Sammy, I don't think you are either, but if there is a God somewhere out there... Now's the time to start praying. " he told his son.
Sam let out a tear. "Sure dad, I'll pray for Dean" he answered solemnly.
After a few more pleasantries, John hung up and started watching the television like he had set out to do earlier. It was the weekend and the house was devoid of life. He was all alone and it felt awful.
When night time rolled around Castiel got up from his nap and dressed in dark clothes. He took keys to the car in one hand and a flashlight in the other. He felt his heart start to beat faster. Obviously he was scared, but he wasn't going to back out. Someone had to do this, and the police were clearly in Crowley's pocket.
He parked behind the mansion, where their huge backyard with a pool was. There weren't any guards there, he got a good grip on the top of the fence and climbed carefully over the wall, making sure he fell over without any sound. He had to be careful, if this didn't go well then Dean wouldn't be the only one being tortured. This had to be done carefully.
He crept through the trees slowly, making sure he kept himself hidden in case anyone came out there. The reason no one was coming around was probably because they thought no one would be stupid enough to go into the backyard of Crowley's mansion of Hell.
As he got closer he could hear screams. Castiel shuddered. It was as bad as he thought it was. He got close enough to hear that there were more than three voices screaming out in pain. There were probably at least 5 people in there being tortured. It made Castiel feel sick to his stomach. He wondered how long others were there.
Not wanting to stay there too long, he noted in his head anything important about the place he would need to know for the next time he came. Next time would be harder, he would have to get definitive proof that police intervention was needed on this property.
He left just as quietly as he came and when he got home his father wasn't there, as usual.
He made himself a burger and grumbled as he took a bite out of it "Stupid frozen meat". He wished at that moment to be eating at a diner at least but he didn't have the patience to go anywhere. He needed to go to Balthazar's house and get his notes to copy. Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea to miss a whole week of school, but he needed to be precise on his stake out. Getting the boy back safe was more important than his grades.
While he was copying the notes, Castiel began to think about his Father. He wondered what job he could be doing that was more important than this one and why he was being so secretive about it. He wondered why he didn't think about it until now? Clearly it was something sensitive but still, shouldn't he be able to trust his own son? Castiel shook his head. He trusted his father's decision. He continued copying notes and didn't let his mind wander this time.
He had copied most of the notes when he looked at the time on his wristwatch. 2:56 am. "Shit I should sleep" he said getting up from his desk. He went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and washed his face. Looking at the mirror, he said to himself "You can do this Castiel. You can be a hero. You're going to save that boy and all the other poor souls from the hell they were wrongly put in". After his pep talk he went straight to sleep.
Saturday came around and Castiel woke up in the afternoon. He took a shower and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of warm water on his skin. It was February and the winter was still in full effect. The heat of the shower was the greatest pleasure of the day during the winter.
After the shower he pulled on some clothes and went to see if his father had come in yet. Jimmy Novak wasn't in the house. "Probably off on his mysterious case" he said to himself. He took some bread out of the fridge and fixed himself a sandwich. "I wish we had the money to buy good food" he muttered to himself. He was used to talking to himself since he was an only child and his father was rarely around. Even when he did see his father it was only for help on one of Castiel's cases.
Most people would find it strange how Jimmy would let Castiel have his own cases when he's just a child, but when he was young he would always want to tag along with his father on the cases. Once in a while Jimmy let him, but then he started giving him his own small cases because Castiel begged for them. Now he was so good at it that he no longer got small cases, he could do any case he wanted. Jimmy was proud of his son for taking after him.
After he ate he went to his room to finish copying the notes. It only took him half an hour. He had some hours now to kill before going to get the evidence from the mansion.
He took out his phone and pressed number one on the speed dial. It rang for a while and there was no answer. "Why won't you answer" he spoke to the phone, as if his dad would hear him.
This wasn't like Jimmy to completely disappear, he normally would call when he could, or at least leave a note. Castiel didn't want to worry, but he couldn't help it.