Arielle heard Dean's leveled breathing. She turned in the bed with eyes still shut, and heard Sam shuffle out from under his bedding. The brothers gave the beds over to the Arielle and Jimmy, spreading out extra covers and pillows on the floor for themselves. Now, the young woman heard the door open and shut quietly.
Pulling the covers back, she tiptoed to Jimmy, shaking his shoulder. His eyes popped open immediately and she knew he hadn't slept a wink either. She signaled for him to follow her and he obeyed, both stepping over the snoring form of Dean and heading to the door. Arielle snatched up a prepared backpack and opened the door a crack, examining the surroundings before motioning to Jimmy. She eased the door close and quickly walked away, Jimmy keeping to her side.
Turning the corner, she pushed Jimmy behind her quickly and backtracked around the corner. Sam was beside a vending machine, a flask in hand. She peeked around the corner, eyes narrowed, and found him suddenly licking something off his hand. If she didn't know any better, she would've thought it was blood. Taking the chance of the distraction, she grabbed Jimmy's hand and darted down the hall. Once they rounded the other corner, she looked back to see Sam with his back to them and talking on the phone. "Fuckin' Christ," she breathed, letting go of the man and stuffing her hands into her jacket as she walked out of the motel grounds.
"Thank you," Jimmy stated, buttoning up his trench coat. "I know you're going against your family but, well, just, thank you," he repeated as they walked down the road. She shook her head and then sighed.
"I must be crazy. But, I can't just… I can't," she said simply. "I know how you feel. And, if I knew I could see- " she started but stopped herself abruptly. "Doesn't matter. I just think you should be allowed to see your family, let them know you're alive at least."
They walked in silence, Arielle directing them through the streets she was given after asking for directions at the motel office earlier. The walk took 15 minutes and neither of them spoke until the bus station came to view. "Do you think," Jimmy started now, nervously wringing his hands now. "Do you really think the demons will go to my family?"
Arielle shrugged, shaking her head. "I honestly don't know. I didn't even know angels actually existed until we bumped into you," she confessed as they walked towards the ticket booth. "I can't risk it, though," she said and placed money for two bus tickets through the window. "I'm going with you. I was able to get the basics out of Sam while you pretended to be asleep, so we should be okay," Jimmy's eyes widened.
"But, I mean, you don't have to. I can take care of myself," he said, shaking his head. "Plus, I don't want my wife to think, I mean. How would it look like to her if I show up with some young girl at our home?" The blonde laughed, patting her backpack.
"I've got you covered there. Did you tell your wife anything about Castiel? I mean, I assume he had to have spoken to you before going in you? Don't take angels for the possessing type," she said as they sat on a bench, waiting for their ride.
"Yea," he nodded, before turning red. "She… she thought I needed help. Begged me to see a doctor and take medication. She was going to leave me if I didn't."
"Welp, we'll be killing three birds instead of two," she stated, drawing the zipper and allowing him a peek into the bag. "I filched a simple little suit and," she added, pulling out an I.D. "The guys made me this. Thought it would make it easier for me to talk to people."
Jimmy read the card. "Dr. River Jones. Well, it could've fooled me," he stated as they watched their bus arrive. They stood, stepped outside and hopped on. "What's the story?"
Taking their seats, Arielle turned to him. "You got help. I'm your doctor's assistant. You were allowed a visit, under supervision. You've gotten better," she explained as the bus slowly filled with other people. "This is the best, and simplest, plan. I'll be able to watch over you, allow you to see your family, and maybe even fix up your marriage," she said, cracking a smile. Jimmy chuckled and shook his head.
"Really. Thank you," he said, taking her hand in his and smiling. His eyes began to fill with tears. "I just, I know your brothers will be furious, but you risked it for me. I am forever in your debt." Arielle gave him a small smile.
"Just pay it forward," she said as he let go of her fingers. "Be warned, though, I'm sure they'll be following as soon as they wake up. I can't assure you they won't get there before us." He nodded and settled back, a hopeful shine now in his eyes as the bus hit the road.
Arielle fidgeted before taking a breath. "When Castiel was in you," she blurted out, eyes anxious. "Did he ever mention heaven? What it was like? If it even exists?"
His blue eyes blinked and he sat up. "He spoke to me about it, sometimes. We rarely had time to talk with all the missions he was apparently set up with," Jimmy replied, interlacing his fingers. "It exists. But… it seems God is missing." Arielle's eyes widened. "I mean, those that are dead, they're okay. They have their piece in the Promised Land and they're fine. But, there's something going on, between the angels. Castiel is trying to keep it from falling apart, doing what he thinks is best. I don't know if it'll even work."
The blonde nodded, the words swirling in her head as her green eyes returned to the scenery. While it brought her relief, knowing her mother actually was in a better place now, a new worry found itself worming into her mind.
The rest of the ride was spent in silence as Arielle looked out the window. Guilt rode heavily on her shoulders as well, the fact she so easily betrayed Dean and Sam's trust. Yet, she knew this was the only thing, the right thing to do. Jimmy deserved at least that much, after all he gave in his traveling with Castiel. She could apologize later and while she imagined Dean would understand, she wasn't so sure about Sam, even if he was the one that took her under his wing without hesitation.
She jumped, a sigh turning into a gasp, when a weight fell on her shoulder. Turning her face, she found the man slumped sideways towards her and fast asleep. Her brow knotted, unsure of what to do. Her eyes went back to the window and she let him continue his sleep, undisturbed.