"Wait, you're thinking of doin' what?" Dean asked, looking at Sam with heated disbelief. If there weren't boxes in his way, he would punch Sam's jaw. After eating pizza, they decided to help Bobby unpack in his room. Neither one of them thought the old man had gathered so much over the years. But then again, as far as they knew, he hadn't left that house since Karen died."You're kiddin me, right Sam? Bobby, can you believe him?"
Bobby ignored Dean, unpacking the boxes in his bedroom silently. Pulling out a photo of Karen, Bobby felt his heart sink. The house was more than a home, it was a part of his dream. Having a home where he can work on cars and drink a beer without a care was his cloud nine.
It's because of him, Bobby snarled in his thoughts, I can kiss that dream good bye.
Bobby grabbed his bottle of beer and took a long drink from it. Although the bedroom was clear away from Castiel, the size was too large, the brightly colored walls and white carpeted floors seemed too formal. Both Sam and Dean knew Bobby was going to have trouble with carpet in his room, but it was still a safe house. They wondered if Belle choose this house for Castiel's sake; secluded and surrounded by fields in a town known mainly for the Music Man and corn, and a way to sneak out if things went wrong.
"Dean, it's just a thought-"
"Yeah, one you put out of your head a long time ago, Sam. You said it yourself; it's too late to go back to that." Dean reminded him, slamming a box on the unmade bed. The box bounced and tipped, spilling out the contents onto the bed. Dean paused, waiting to hear Bobby to scold him for yelling at Sam and making a mess in his room. When Bobby remained silent, Dean continued. "Where did this even come from? Of all the times to bring up going back to law school, this is really not one of the better timings."
"I don't know. I was talking to Cas, and we started talking about school." Sam answered, opening one of the boxes full of books. "Dean, I didn't say I was going back. Like I said, it's too late for me. I just thought I'd give Cas some advice about school. It's not too late for him, and he needs to know that he has a whole lot of opportunities. If anything, I think he might have a more stable life than we did when we were teens."
"Stable? You think Cas's life is gonna be stable?! You dumbass!" Dean shot, hiding his jealousy. Sam had a point, in a way, Cas's life would be a bit more stable than their's. He wouldn't be traveling across country, livin' in hotels, and hopping from one school to the next. He would have a place called home. And possibly have a better chance at graduating. But he wasn't going to let Sam have that satisfaction. "His life is going to be anything but stable. His 'angelic family' is possibly hunting him, and he has no memory of who is who which puts him at a pretty high risk. What chance does he have in defending himself? What chance-"
"Alright I get!" Sam shouted, slamming a box down on the floor. "Sorry I brought it up!"
"You hear that?" Bobby asked, putting his hand up. He walked towards the bedroom door, listening intently for another noise.
"Hear what?" Dean shot, irritated that Bobby brought up a different topic.
"Ssh!" Bobby put his finger up, taking another step towards the door. Then they heard a soft clank. Their hands automatically went to their weapons, waiting expectantly for something to leap out of the dark hallway like a cheesy, thriller movie. One thing the three of them hated was the dark; the shadows hid so many monsters hungry for their flesh.
"I think I heard the deck door opening." Holding his rifle, Bobby walked past the boys and headed down the darkened hall. Knowing better than to let him venture off by himself in a new house, Dean and Sam followed him. The long hallway felt longer in the dark, and with Dean and Sam opening the doors, it made their muscles tense even harder. Then Bobby stopped suddenly, looking down the stairs at the first sitting room. Dean and Sam stood on opposite sides of him, following Bobby's gaze.
The deck door was wide open. Dean headed towards Cas's room swiftly and quietly. Bobby and Sam carefully walked down the stairs, looking back and forth expectantly. The darkened room was ear piercing. Sam jumped, startled when Bobby flipped the switch and the lights came on.
"Balls." Bobby exclaimed, holding his rifle up. Sam looked in the same direction as Bobby, seeing the patio door was open.
God please let it be a hobo, Sam prayed. Holding the gun up with both hands, aiming it at the patio.
"Guys!"
"Damn it Dean!" Sam shouted, his heart racing. He turned as Dean jumped over the stairs and ran to them.
"Cas's gone."
What the hell's going on? Where am I this time?
The room was dark, I can't even make out any shadows. I doubt there are any windows. Even if I were to look around, I couldn't move my head. Speaking of my head, it's aching horribly, I could something was moving around inside of me. My head shot down, I was back in the suit and trench coat. Blood oozed from my face like squeezing water out of a sponge. Angry scream's echoed in my ears, I couldn't make out any of the words. Something giant and, surprisingly light, on my back.
I felt fear again, only this time, there was no giant figure beating me down. Worse yet, there was a swirling vortex in front of me. Somehow, I knew I wasn't going in. I just had to stand there. How did I know what to do? I have no idea.
My body turned, as if it were being controlled by someone else, to look behind me, Dean and Bobby were standing with guns in their hands. They stared at me, a mixture of uncertainty and fear in their faces. I would too if I saw how grotesque and bloody I looked.
"Dean," I found my voice, I wanted to cry, I think my emotions were just as stunned as my heart was. Wait, I can't really feel anything. I want to, but it's like their locked up in my head. "I'm sorry."
Sorry? Sorry for what? What the hell did I do? Was this part of my memory?
Then everything faded to black; cold, quite, empty.
Darkness.
Nothing but darkness.
I moved my hand cautiously. I felt crispy, autumn grass under my skin.
A slight wind gently blew over my face. A sense of calm familiarity washed over my mind, making my nerves relax then anger.
Oh God please tell me I'm not stuck in a time warp, I prayed to myself. I just laid still, slightly sprawled out. It was so quite I could hear the cricket's chirping and the wind in the trees. Then I heard footsteps rapidly approaching me.
"Cas!"
"Dean?" I opened my eyes, regretting it again. I shut them as closed as I had opened them, feeling the stinging sensation. Talk about De-ja vu with the damn flashlights and guns. I managed to adjust my eyes to the light, staring at Dean in confusion. Surprisingly, he looked about as confused as I am. That's when I realized, neither one of us knew what was going on. "What's going on?"
"Can ask you the same." He asked, looking around. "How the hell you got out here?"
"I was gonna ask you that." I stood up and brushed the grass off me. For a moment, I felt embarrassed. I was dressed in black shorts and a Star Wars t-shirt, found in my dresser. But then again, maybe Dean's seen me in worse.
"Did you sleep walk?" He asked, looking back at me.
"I don't know. I remember falling asleep in my room. I don't know how I got out here."
"Well, let's get you back inside."