Dean Winchester's Body

Ch.5: The First Victim

    The Novak house

     The sound of grease popping fills the air as Castiel prepares himself a fried bologna sandwich in his kitchen. His albino ferret Bumble Bee chases a small rubber ball across the cracked floor. Cas scrapes the sandwich out of the skillet and takes a bite as he turns the stove top off, not bothering to get himself a plate when this was all he was making. "Fried bologna is the bomb" he hums to himself, he turns toward his ferret "you want some bumble?" he pulls off a small piece of meat and drops it on the floor. Deciding the room is too quiet for his frayed nerves he turns on the kitchen radio. The intro of a rock ballad plays, and Cas is surprised to hear the very familiar song. "Through the trees", by The Hex Girls. He frowns, feeling slightly uneasy. He didn't like that the group was gaining traction. he paused, feeling goosebumps rise on his arms. He swallowed thickly as this heavy sense of dread washes over him. A look of unease, and even fear crosses his face. He braces himself against the counter, knees shaking. Something wasn't right. His sandwich slips from his and bumblebee goes straight for it. She picks it off and runs off before Cas can tell her no.

     "Something is wrong" he mumbled to himself, too overwhelmed to even really register the little act of thievery. He sinks to his knees, staring straight ahead at the refrigerator. A photo magnet of him and Dean leers back at him tauntingly. He closes his eyes and a brief flash of Lisa laying on the ground in the woods with her throat ripped out flashes behinds his eyes. The song ends, snapping Castiel out of his reverie. The radio DJs voice comes on.

     "That was The Hex girls, the local girl band who became the unlikely heroes of the tragedy in Devil's Kettle last night. Eyewitnesses say the girls helped numerous people escape the inferno, risking their own lives in the process. That is rock and roll with a conscience ladies and gentlemen. Had a lot of requests for that one..." He introduces the next song, but for Cas the words blur together into a blur.

     Castiel managed to carefully get sat down. He puts his head between his knees, feeling light headed "holy crap" he huffs, He still has goosebumps on his arms. His heart pounds with the urge to run. Castiel's mother, Naomi, has quietly entered the kitchen in her pajamas. She's a wisp of a woman with soft brown hair and gentle eyes. She's currently pale and sweaty though, as if she's been spooked.

     "You said it" Naomi says, walking over to the coffee maker. Its an older model, a cranky one at that with how it complains while it brews. She wishes her mother would throw it out and get a new one already, that damn thing was a fire hazard.

     "Oh hey mom, I didn't know you were awake" Castiel said, rubbing his temple. He wondered idly how long she's been standing there.

     "I just had one one my night terrors" Naomi sighed, getting herself a cup off coffee from the coffee pot. She throws the cup in the microwave for a bit.

     "It's almost four o'clock in the after noon. So technically you had a day terror" Cas points out, a little bit of playful smart ass in his tone. He's trying to lighten the mood. She snorts in response.

     "Right, right" she sighs. "I'm all mixed up since I started working swing again"

     "What did you dream about?" Castiel asked. He comes and sits with her.

     "I dreamed some bad people were trying to nail me to a tree with hammers and big stakes and shit" she says. "just like Jesus" she does the cross gesture over her chest. "They were trying to get you too" Naomi continued " but I wouldn't let them. I'm a hard assed, Ford tough mama bear" she says matter-of-factly