With a pleasing squeal and thud, the doors of the Impala closed on Jared and Jensen. "Never would have thought this would work, Jensen, but you were right." Jared said, unbuttoning the suit jacket. "If we treat this like a day at the studio, we might just make it. There's no do-overs, but on the other hand you can't screw up your lines, since nothing is written." Jensen grinned as he started the car. "Glad you got on board. If we get home before this is done, we might as well present the boys with some thourough research." he said, whilst turning the car smoothed into the traffic. "Well, we now know this thing only attacks if you are alone in the highschool library after hours, but I think we can bypass that." Jared raised his eyebrows. "Really? How?" A sassy grin. "We got a guy who can pop in in a moments notice." Jared nodded appreciatively. "Cas... Wow. You really are part Dean. Smart!" Jensen shyly cast his eyes down. "Geez.. I wouldn't say that." Jared smiled at him. "Well, I would."
They pulled up on the motel parkinglot. Jensen patted the dash of the car. "We'll be back soon." he said softly, but not soft enough. "Seriously?" Jared chuckled, which earned him a glare. "What? I see what Dean sees in her. She's a great car. I'm definitely going to take better care of our main car once we're back." Shaking his head, Jared stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way to their room. "Jensen... Why do we have to follow the Winchester M-O to the letter? We could get better rooms at least." Jensen smiled as he rearranged the bags of take out in his arms. "Because, princess, A: we don't want anyone to know were not the worlds greatest hunters. We'd be dead within the hour. And B: we can't better rooms. Since we are the Winchesters, we also have their checkbooks. Which are empty, as you might remember." Jared opened their door and viewed the skeevy room. "Yikes... Well, the motelroom tombola delivered us pommegranades today." Jensen peeked over his shoulder. "Good God! It's a good thing our eyes will be closed for the majority of time."
Once they'd settled in, Jensen dug into his food and sighed. "I guess I'll have to call in the angelic cavalry." Jared took a bite too. "Why are you so reluctant to talk to Cas?" Jensen ruffled his hair. "I don't know. The guy unsettles me. I'm never sure where I'm at with him." Jared laughed out loud. "You don't know that with Misha either." Jensen joined him with a full body laugh. "You're right, I don't. Maybe that's why I try to stay away from Misha. I think I might give him a chance, when we get back. He might be a very nice guy." Jared nodded, sobering a bit. "Yeah... He might be a bit weird, but if we don't talk to him, we will never know who he really is." Jensen sighed. "I just hope we can get home..." Jared nodded. "Yeah, me too... Make the call, Jensen." Jensen squeezed his eyes shut, put on his Dean voice and started: "Castiël, who is very likely to be too freaking busy to listen, I pray you get your trenchcoated butt down here at the Tropical Inn, room 106."