Chapter Three
Dean was confident that Sam would be safe for a week or so – he needed to find out what was going on with this girl and figure out what is next step was going to be. He pulled into the hidden drive of the cabin and shut the car off. Buffy had nodded off again and so he carried her gently into the house and laid her on the couch. She was very lithe and light for a slayer.
He dropped down into the chair across from her and quickly fell asleep himself.
Castiel had walked, for what felt like days, but only hours to the nearest road. He stayed in the shadows since he had a lack of clothing at that moment. He could feel all the bruises forming across his entire body. He was human, this was a strange concept. His stomach growled and he laid his hand there to try and calm it down – of course, it did nothing. Staying in the wooded area of the path, he came upon the town limits of a small town. Where was he? He didn't see a sign anywhere, so he just kept walking.
It was dark and the town looked like it was 'asleep' for the night. It was so quiet. Castiel meandered around in the alleyways, quietly, as to not draw any attention to himself. The longer he walked the more he observed that the town looked run down and beaten. He came upon a city sign that said Welcome to Sunnydale. The closer he got to the center of town, the worse its condition got – until he came upon a very large cliff side. Looking out ahead of him the large crater seemed to span for miles and miles. What the heck? Oh, Lord what has happened here?
A crunching noise came from behind him and Castiel immediately turned around. Another fallen angel. "Brother, are you okay?" he asked the man approaching him. He was cautious because the man never said anything. "Brother, I can help you. We can help each other."
"You did this," the man screamed. "I am not your brother!" He broke out into a run and his arms out in front of him – ready to bowl him over. Castiel knew what was coming and veered to the side as the man jumped. Unfortunately, the fallen angel kept falling, as he lost his footing and went straight over the cliff.
"No!" Castiel screamed as he reached over to try and catch the man. "No." He needed to get back to heaven and fix all this. He needed to repent and fix all of this. What did I do? His thoughts got away from him as he continued down the road, or what was left of it.
The slayer could feel that her body had healed itself finally, due to the drugs wearing off and all the recent sleep she had just gotten. She shook her head and finally opened her crusty eyes. Feeling her way through the darkness she found the kitchen. It was a small place but seemed cozy. You could tell men lived here – so messy and dusty. Turning the knob, the water started pouring out of the faucet. She placed her hands under the cool water and splashed it onto her face. That was refreshing. She turned the water off after taking a large drink and dried her hands on the nearest towel that was hanging on the wall. Buffy stood at the sink for a moment and just looked out the window. It was dark out and she had no clue where she was. It won't be hard to navigate back to the main road again. She had to go and find Giles. How did I get separated from the bus? The vampires…. That's right. And then all those, I guess, stars, falling from the sky. Buffy shook her head again, she healed fine, but there was still a lingering headache. Her memory seemed kind of fuzzy. She'd remember eventually.
Switching on the light next to her, she started looking around a little more. Taking a peak in the other room, she saw that Dean was still fast asleep. At least he didn't snore. Buffy quietly walked across the yellowed tile floor and over to the refrigerator. Opening it slowly, her eyes scanned for anything edible. She noticed a Doublemeat Palace bag in the back of the fridge. Yum. She grabbed the bag and dug into it. A half-eaten burger and some fries – she could eat this. Buffy closed the fridge door and started eating. Inhaling it within minutes. She didn't realize how hungry she was until that moment. How long had it been since she had eaten? Who knows.
After eating she quickly cleaned up her mess and drank from the tap one more time. Soon after she found an empty canister and filled it with water. Buffy continued wandering around the house looking for some essentials. Along the way, she found an empty bag, jacket, sturdy boots – that fit, an extra sweater and a jar of peanut butter. This should be enough. She packed everything into the bag, put the jacket on and headed out the door. I'm getting out of here.
The clock struck midnight and Dean awoke to the chimes echoing in the empty cabin. He rubbed the crust out of his eyes and stretched. "Buffy wake up," he yawned. "We need to talk." She must still be sleeping. His eyes shot across the room to the lump sitting on the couch. He stretched again, got up and headed over to the couch. "Come on sleepy head."
As soon as his hand hit the covers he realized no one was under them. Crap. "Buffy!" he called louder. He quickly searched the house and then noticed some items missing. Crap. Dean walked over to the window and looked outside into the darkness. If I were a slayer where would I head?