ONSRA [MALEOC]

[CHAPTER 15]

SEASON 3, EP. 4

Sin City Pt. 3 [FINAL PART]

"So, the bartender the other night, Casey. You know her pretty well?"

Father Gil gave the two men a nod, "since she was pigtails."

"Well, um, she and my brother, they, uh.." Sam paused, thinking of how to say the next part of his sentence, "they... left tonight. Together."

Father Gil paused for a second, "ah. Well... not that I approve, but they are consenting adults."

"Right."

"I, I'm sorry. You said,'Brother.' I thought you guys were insurance investigators?"

"Right, right." Sam stammered, Beau stepping in to help him, "it's a family business."

Father Gil nodded, "ah."

"Anyways, um, so, so, we went to Casey's apartment, and they weren't there. We just have this feeling that they ... that they might be in trouble."

"What kind of trouble?"

Sam snuck a glance at Beau, "just...trouble. Look, please, Father, I, we need your help. Is there anything you could tell us about Casey — any place she'd go, maybe?"

"Yes, there is a place. Let me get my jacket."

Both the men try to stop him, "No, wait, wait, wait, Father. We can do this by ourselves."

Father Gil put an end to their charades, "Son, if Casey's really in trouble, then there's nothing to talk about." He stands and puts his coat on, looking away. The boys didn't see the black eyes peeking out. "Shall we go?"

-

Back in the basement, Dean and Casey were still stuck.

"Kind of funny, don't you think? You and me sitting here like a couple of regular folk."

"Yeah, it's hilarious, you know, in that ... apocalyptic sort of way."

"You're all right, Dean," he scoffed at her statement, "The others don't describe you that way. But, you know, you're — you're likable."

"A demon likes me," Dean let out an impressed laugh, "sorry, I don't know how to respond to that."

"You could say thanks, and who knows maybe i'm not the only one that does like you," pausing her sentence, something popped into her mind, "That deal you made to save Sam — a lot of others would mock you for it, think it was weak or stupid. I don't."

Dean nodded, "it's been kind of liberating, actually. Y'know, what's the point in worrying about a future, when you don't have one?"

"Still a year left. You're not scared?"

Dean shook his head, doubt still mixed into his mind, but thinking of Sam and Beau put him to ease, "nah."

"Not even a little?"

Dean hesitated, "of course not."