𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 & 𝐋𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 > 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 {𝟑}

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The next day, Huntress and the Winchesters finally got the flask. Sam explained everything about how he was almost killed, but Bobby pulled back in one moment. They were able to rescue the woman who will be traumatized by the experience she had by possessing the most vengeful ghost. He was talking to someone on the phone, a connection from the hospital they all dropped her in. From the moment he hung up the phone, he informed them. "She's fine. Checking out of the hospital tonight."

Castiel appeared from the kitchen, carrying three plates of sandwich again. He approached Sam first, "Well, that's positive." Karina, who was in the cushion chair with her feet up on the table, lost her focus when she heard the Angel speak, her mind was somewhere else as she was figuring out why he was getting tensed from the Leviathans.

The Angel began passing the plates to the trio before returning to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Meg spoke while she was holding on to a beer by the wall, she was standing too close by Karina. "Tell me again why you turned tail for some maid. You were right there."

"Shut up, Meg," said Dean.

Karina answered her thought, "Because Dick made more clones of himself. It will be a trap if we got one wrong Dick, then disastrous happens." She noticed a change from Castiel again as his eyes showed more fear, then her eyes squinted. The huntress got up from her chair as she walked slowly toward him, standing behind Dean's back who was chewing the sandwich.

Sam intervened, "He must've kept a chuck of the original Dick Roman somewhere. They'd all have to touch it."

"Castiel, what's on your mind?"

All eyes were on him as he dried a plate with a towel. His mind was distracted again as he spoke up, "We need a cat. Doesn't this place feel one species short?"

"You know I'm not a cat person, Castiel. Tell me what's going on before I strange you myself. I will throw up by saying this, but Crowley might be right that you will be able to help us."

"I can't help. You understand? I can't. I destroyed ... everything, and I will destroy everything again. Can we please just leave it at that?"

Dean looked in the distance as he read Karina's mind. They both had enough playing nice with the Angel who lost his mind. He slowly stood up from the couch as he angered his tone. "No... No, we can't."

"Dean..."

Dean ignored Sam as he continued on raising his voice at him, "We can't leave it. You let these friggin' things in. So you don't get to make a sandwich. You don't get a damned cat. Nobody cares that you're broken, Cas. Clean up your mess!"

Castiel looked into Dean and Karina's eyes, knowing they were right enough to be angry at them. He set the cleaned plate in the rack before walking a few steps forward, "You know... we should play Twister." Sam looked at both of them as he flew away out of the cabin.

Trio groaned in disappointment, then Meg commented to ruin their day even more. "Nice. You scared of the empire's only hope."

Dean asked, "Meaning?"

"It occurs to you every one of those things was in Cas? He knows them. He can see past the meat suits."

Their eyes lit up as they all looked at each other. Sam spoke up, "So, he'll be able to spot the real... fake Dick Roman."

"Gold star, sugarpants. Too bad he's froot loops. You might've had a chance."

The wings fluttered behind them, they all noticed Castiel started playing Twister on the floor. He spined the board as he held his position from red, blue, and yellow. Karina shook her head as she stared out in the distance, "Oi..." She walked over to her room, so she would have a quiet, peaceful rest in her bed.