Wow, last night wasn't as amazing as tonight, I thought as I stared at the dark sky, watching the stars twinkle like sparkles.
I never seen such beautiful star's, honestly, I was hoping Dean would let us camp before we got to Mason City. Leaning my head back, I relaxed in the back of the Impala watching the star's slowly pass by. At least they seemed to be slowly passing by. Watching the sky, I felt like I was flying, like a bird free of it's prison. I could imagine the wind on my face, the stars lighting my way, and nothing but silence. All except for my constant questioning thoughts.
How old am I anyway? What kind of name is 'Castiel'? Who are my parents? Why am I living with foster brothers? Are my parents dead?
On top of that last question, I couldn't get that woman out of my head. How could anyone ignore her actions, or her behavior towards me? Why did Dean and Sam pull me away from her? Why do I care so much about a woman I don't even know? At least I don't think I know her. But then why can't I stop thinking about her?
"I thought we were going to Iowa." I mentioned as Dean pulled into a cheesy motel. The sign had the classic blue sign with bright red 'vacancy' sign below. They were the one level motel's I would see in bad horror films. Soda machine's at the end of the porch, a dog just outside of the office. I waited to see a skimpy dressed girl and sleazy drunk to come strolling from the bar next door to a room.
"Tomorrow, bro, I'm tired." Dean replied, parking the Impala. " Gotta take a rest stop for awhile, I need to sleep."
"So, who's getting what room?" Sam asked, holding actual key's like Dean's car keys.
"Well, Sam, you and Bobby will get one room." Dean answered, taking two keys. " Cas and I will get the other one."
"Dean."Sam said, gesturing for Dean to step to the side.
My stomach fell like a rock as Dean walked away from me. I didn't want him to leave me alone with the drunk, or Bobby if I remember his name right. I didn't need to look at Bobby to know he was glaring knife's at the back of my head. The awkward pit in my stomach was nearly nauseating. Shaking my head, I walked away to look at into the sky again. This time, with the wind and low lights, I felt like I was the bird in my imagination. Flying free in the sky, feeling the wind against my face, the smell of the cool air. It was just relaxing.
Starlight, star bright First star I see tonight Whisk my soul away with your light Stars twinkle like sparkles of white Soft and bright like the feather of Angel's wings Sprawled and sprinkled like dark cupcakes Whistle of the wind in trees like feathers of Angel's wings
Wait, what am I saying? Where did that come from? Those words, were merely a poem, something that just came to me. But it was smooth, and oddly beautiful, and I could almost sing it.
Wait, I sing?
"Alright, let's get going." Dean said, putting his hand on my back and guided me to the door.
"Hey Dean."
"Yeah?"
Dean threw his bag down on the floor, dropping onto the bed like a tired teenager. Shockingly, the room wasn't as bad as I thought. It seemed homey, clean and brightly lit with white lights between the beds.
"Sam and Bobby, do they have a grudge against me or something?" I asked, sitting on the other bed, setting down the backpack on the floor. I was surprised that this motel bed was a hell of a lot more comfortable then the hospital bed.
"What?" Dean chuckled, like I was joking around. Why does he never take me seriously?
"Call me crazy, but Bobby was giving me the death stare outside. Sam seemed a bit on edge 'til we got to the bookstore. Even in there, things felt awkwardly intense. Is there something I don't know?"
Dean paused, closing his eyes, letting out a long sigh. My gut twisted, I was hoping he wasn't blowing me off, or ignoring me with the fake sleep trick. After a moment of silence, I was about ready to kick him. Then he opened his eyes. "It's a long story."