The Complete Season (Supernatural)

Episode 11: It's Hard to Hold a Candle in the Cold November Rain

"Focus, Mina." Castiel looked deep into my eyes. "I know you can do this. You're getting really good at it."

I nodded back at him. I was focusing as hard as I could. I closed my eyes.

"Where are we going?" He asked me for the third time.

"We're going to Sydney, Australia. The Opera House." I said. I had chosen somewhere notable. Easy to recognize. I focused really hard. But still, we sat in Sam's room in the bunker, going nowhere. Cas and I had been training at this off and on for three days, and it was still hit or miss. I would decide on a destination, try to will myself there, and, if successful, Cas would follow me, and then follow me home. Sometimes I could zap myself to the Golden Gate Bridge on the first try. Other times, the Sears Tower remained elusive for hours. The last few tries had been completely successful. Sydney was being difficult, though. "I'd like to master this soon." I said. "I kind of want my dreams back."

Cas nodded. "I'm fairly sure you're trained enough to not accidentally transport yourself anywhere, but it's best not to take chances with that sort of thing."

I agreed, then refocused on the opera house. Finally, I felt the world shift, and I found myself standing across the street from the large building. I breathed a sigh of relief. It had taken me the better part of an hour to get to this freaking opera house. At this point, I'd been so many different places in the span of a few days, I didn't care at all that I was suddenly in Australia. I heard Cas's wings behind me. "Are you ready to return?" I turned to him and nodded. I wasn't sure if it was just me, but I thought Cas looked a little tired, too. Did Angels get tired? I sure as hell was tired. Between this and the fight training, I was drained.

I closed my eyes and imagined Sam's little room in the bunker. Sparse. A bed, a desk. A lamp. His pillow. My pillow on his bed with the pink pillow sham on it that I'd just bought at the K-mart in town and that Dean made fun of me for. The warm feeling of home washed over me and I smiled. In an instant, I was back in that room. Cas followed shortly.

"I think that's enough for today." He said. I agreed.

"I'm exhausted." I told him. "This is really mentally taxing. I don't know how you do it all day every day."

Castiel shrugged. "I was created knowing how to do it. It comes to me as naturally as... walking does to you."

"You didn't learn to do it a third of the way through your lifespan?" I asked, smirking. He shook his head no.

We made our way through the bunker. It was around five o'clock, and Dean was in the kitchen cooking up some grub for dinner. Everyone would be gathering in the main room soon to discuss the days' events. I dropped a kiss on Sam's head as I passed by him. He was lost deep in a book, but briefly looked up to smile at me on my way to the kitchen.

Cas and I helped Dean bring the burgers out to the studying hunters, and we all sat around the tables.

"All right, guys, eat up. Gourmet burgers, a la Chef Dean." Dean said, taking a big bite of his hamburger. He made a face that looked a tad orgasmic. I rolled my eyes.

"I may have some news on Zeus." Sam said. All eyes turned towards him.

"Go on." Dean said. "What's the old bastard up to these days?"

"He's up to his ears in women." Sam said, raising his eyebrows and ending his sentence in an up-note.

"My kinda guy." Dean and Charlie said simultaneously. Dean smiled to himself and took another bite of his burger.