"It's Team Free Will 2.0. With two salty hunters, one half-angel kid, a dude that just came back from the dead again and the special addition; a tinker-"
"What? No buzzer this time?"
"Uhu, buzzer sounds unmelodious. You don't."
"So you've finally...
"When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout."
–Herman Wouk
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It was the sound of something wood cracking that had consciousness slowly seeping back into me and I forced my eyes to open. The room was dark except for a few rays of sun hitting different places but the light barely penetrated the others.
I blinked a few times to clear my vision and to let my eyes adjust to the newfound surroundings, and soon I realized I was lying on a wooden bed as the remnants of sleep cleared up. When the memories from the previous night started to flood back, the weight of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks.
Dad!
I looked around trying to find him but he wasn't there, so my focus then went to the small window. A set of old curtains only pulled open enough that a small section of glass and outside could be seen. I tipped my head forward to see where was he and that was when my father came into my view.
As if he could sense me watching him, he turned his face toward me. Dean was wearing the same suit he wore last night but in the broad daylight, as I watched him, he appeared different. His dark golden locks were neatly parted over to the sides similar to the last time I saw him, his green eyes caught the final rays of the sun reflecting various shades of crystal green with whom I was very much familiar with, but it was his unyielding eyes that made my throat parched.
Slowly a small grin crept his way up to his stubbly cheeks as he motioned me to come outside.
Opening the door, I stepped outside, there was a chill in the air despite the summer months going on, and I wrapped my arms around my waist to keep the cold out. As I made my way down the mushy slope, the cracking of fire got louder and I found Dean kneeling in front of a giant fire, gently stroking the wood.
"Dad...", I hesitantly called him.
"Did you sleep well?", he asked without turning his face.
"Yes", I nodded my head. "What happened last night? Where are we?"
"Far away from them."
"We are back in the US?", I was surprised.
He didn't reply, only hum along while doing his job. "How? I thought we were in Germany."
"Castiel helped."
"Cas! I didn't know he cou...", I bit my tongue thinking I could be wrong about how Castiel couldn't teleport anymore. So instead I asked, "Then why didn't we go back home?"
"Because we are waiting here for somebody."
"Who? Sam...? Did you found Michael then? Are we going straight to home afterward?", as the questions left my mouth one after another, the groove on my father's head only got deeper and deeper and the next thing I knew, he snapped, "Fayre! I'm trying to concentrate here."
