Dean Winchester (grippedfromhell) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2009-09-16 14:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | castiel, dean winchester |
Who: Dean Winchester and Castiel
What: the guardian angel's back in town
When: afternoon
Where: Dean's motel room
Rating: TBD, though Dean does swear!
Status: In progress
The newspaper made a nice thump as it hit the wall. Research was getting no where, as shown by the ever growing pile of discarded papers and books and the laptop that did not, for a change, have bustyasianbeauties.com on the screen, but as many local reports of deaths by drowning as Dean could find.
It was all resulting to nothing.
Sam was, Dean suspected, off with the demon bitch. There was a part of Dean hoping that maybe this ghost sickness thing could be just what they needed to get her the hell out of all of their lives. Still, the older Winchester could honestly say he was doing what research he could. Because it wasn't just the bitch infected but people who probably didn't deserve it too. Like Andrew. The kid seemed alright. And with sparky girl having a heart attack already, Dean did want this damn thing sorted before she ended up croaking before Lindsey could realize the vibes.
Even if the research was frustrating. Dean just wanted a body to salt and burn already.
The knowledge that Cas was in town and somehow Sam knew before he did grated at him slightly. The angel was, well maybe not a friend as such but he was sort of a friend. Less of a dick than Uriel anyway, plus the whole getting him out of hell thing was something to be grateful for. So how the hell did Sam know first?
The next newspaper made an even more satisfying thump as it hit the wall.
"Coffee," Dean muttered under his breath, dragging himself out of his chair. "I need more coffee."