"So, there's a few different places with odd cases. There is one in Boulder, Colorado, where some campers disappeared. They've been missing for a few days. Could be a Wendigo," Sam said, going through newspapers.
"Could be, but most likely they just got stoned in the woods and can't find their way back to a trail. Next one?" Dean replied, sounding almost bored. He's been driving aimlessly for about an hour, waiting for Sam to come up with a decent case. So far, nada.
"Alright. There's one in Pontiac, Illinois, some guy was pretty much butchered in his house. No sign of break in, security system was in check."
Dean pondered for a few minutes. Pontiac Illinois? Why did that sound so familiar?
"Sounds peachy. We'll grab some grub and hit the road tonight," Dean said, turning into a parking lot of a bar.
~×~
Nothing too interesting. Haunted potrait of some woman from the '50s. She went after men who broke a woman's heart.
Still, as Dean laid in bed, staring back at himself in the ceiling mirror, he couldn't get rid of his... itch. Not a "oh, I don't think this is over" kind of thing. Dean was certain they got the right bones. No, he felt a little bit of a deja vú. Like he's been here.
"Dude, I can hear you thinking so loudly it woke me up." Sam rolled out of bed, his hair going in every direction. "This is the town you met Castiel, remember?"
Warmth filled Dean's chest and he chuckled. "Oh yeah, in that barn where Bobby and I set up every trap in the book. And I proceeded to stab him with Ruby's knife."
Sam laughed. "Why don't you guys go back, I'm interested to see if it was blocked off by the cops because of all of those sigils. You know, because it all looked kind of cult-ish, devil worship-ish. Plus, some good ol' nostalgia might be good for you two. "
Dean looked over at Sam and could see the light smile that played on his lips. "You serious?"
"Why wouldn't I be? I appreciate the good mood Cass always seems to put you in. It makes the hours trapped in the Impala with you bearable." His smile widened.
"Yeah, well, I'll bearable trap- trappe- what." Dean saw Sam give him a look and gives him a, "Oh, shut up."
~×~
Castiel. "Cass, hey, I know you're kind of busy and all, but we're in Pontiac. I don't know if you really get it, but, I don't know, it's kind of where we first met, and I was wondering if you could pop on in...?"
Dean waited a moment until he heard fluttering from behind him. He smiled to himself as he heard the familiar, "Hello, Dean."
~×~
Dean felt electricity go through his body as Cass teleported --- flew, whatever --- him to the barn. A lot of the sigils were worn off, naturally. The roof was beat up and there was still a lot of shattered glass on the ground, mixed with old hay.
The table where Bobby originally summoned Cass was still there, but either nothing on it.
Dean walked up the table, laughing as he remembers the expression Bobby gave him when he asked if he was sure he did the ritual right.
"Dean, remember when you stabbed me right in the heart?" Cass said from behind him. Dean laughed again and could swear he heard a chuckle come from his other.
He turned to face Cass, as he said, "Remember when I thought good things were never going to happen to me?" He strode up to Cass and cupped his face. "I was wrong; I was given a beautiful, strong angel." And he connected their lips.
