She Has Wings. | Castiel

Half.

Chapter Fifteen

Sam joined back up with us, and I didn't bat an eye, today though was an odd case, a girl scratched her brains out because of itching powder and a man was electrocuted to death because of a handshake buzzer, then a man de-toothed by the tooth fairy. Dean put together that everything was a childhood lie that parents tell their kids for some odd reason. Dean and I currently sat at the table eating ham sandwiches because well, it would go bad otherwise. Sam walked in. "Guys- seriously!? Still with the ham!?"

"We don't have a fridge!" We yelled in unison with mouthfuls.

"Well, I found something." Dean and I stood to see what Sam had found. "Tooth Fairy attack was here, pop rocks and coke, then itching powder, face freeze, and electrocution. They're all located in a 2-mile radius."

"So blast zone of weird and inside fantasy becomes reality," Dean said.

"So that means what's at the center?" I asked and Sam stood straight.

"Well, four acres of farmland and a house." He said and I hummed.

"Our motel isn't in that circle by chance?" Dean asked and I hummed.

"Yeah, why?" Sam asked he slowly raised his hand and hair was growing from it.

"Dean what the fuck!?" I gawked. "That isn't what I think it is, is it?" I asked and he chuckled.

"I got bored- that nurse was hot!"

"Dean, go and shave it!" I said.

"You can go blind from that too!" Sam said and I looked at him humming.

"Never heard that one," I said and he shrugged.

"Dean don't you use my razor!" He yelled and I chuckled.

"I'm so happy I have a personal room." I sighed. We drove to the house and while we walked up I sensed something, I hummed and Sam went to pick the lock but I stopped him, knocking on the door, he looked at me and then the door opened he smiled at me thanking me. "Hey, there little dude. Your parent's home?" I asked and he hummed.

"Who is asking?"

"The FBI," I said pulling out my thing and holding it up, as did my brothers, he took mine.

"Lemme see." He said and looked it over before handing it back. "My parents are working."

"You mind if we ask a few questions?" I asked.

"Take a look around the house?" Sam followed up.

"I don't know..."

"Trust us, we're the authorities," I said and he nodded slowly. We walked in and he had the stove going to warm soup.

"What's that?" Sam asked and he looked at him.

"Called soup, you heat it and eat it." I chuckled at his response.

"Yeah, I know it's just... I used to make my dinner too when I was a kid." Sam said and I rolled my eyes.

"I did too," I said and Sam looked at me.

"I'm not a kid," Jesse said and I nodded.