Late Night Hunting

Chapter 3: A Night to Remember

Dean was already in the Impala by the time Cas had reached him. "No fair!" Cas whined, sounding like a 4 year old having a temper tantrum. "You got a head start!" Dean chuckled and patted the seat next to him. "Yeah, yeah. Quit whining you big baby. Get in here so we won't miss the movie." Cas smirked and hopped into the shotgun seat. "Can we play that new song Stitches by that Shawn Mendes guy? I really like it..." He trailed off. Dean snorted, said "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." , and proceeded to turn the radio to the Classic Rock station. Cas turned to look out the window and grinned. Dean was always so predictable. After a few seconds, "Carry On Wayward Son" by Kansas came on. Dean groaned, and was about to change it when Cas's hand stopped him. "Please leave it?" Cas asked sincerely. "I really like this song." Dean raised his eyebrows skeptically, then shrugged. "Fine, but I get to pick on the way back." Dean said triumphantly. Cas rolled his eyes and grinned, then returned to looking out the window. After a while he began to drift off, hearing Dean humming Back in Black by AC/DC in his dreams. It was when he'd woken up that he realized where they were. Cas sat up from where he'd been slouching, curled up in the worn leather seat. "Why are we at this theater? I thought you said you never wanted to come back?" The memory made Cas smile. It had been late December, and they'd just walked in to the ratty, rundown theater just north of Richmond, Virginia. They'd wanted to see the first movie in the Divergent series because Dean thought "Tris was hotter than Katniss Everdeen!" Well, at the time, at least. Before they went to get tickets, Dean had gone to raid the snack bar. So Cas decided to buy the tickets himself, except he'd bought tickets for Fifty Shades Of Gray instead of Divergent to get back at Dean for pie-ing him in the face. The ticket booth guy looked at Dean strangely after he'd handed him his ticket, and Dean stared coldly back at him. When they were out of earshot , Dean said "He must've thought we were gay or something. I guess a lot of people have problems with that." , and shrugged. When they went into the theater and Dean realized what Cas had done, he blushed a furious red color and dragged Cas, who was in hysterics, out of the theater and chucked him into the backseat, all the while trying not to laugh himself. Dean waving his hand in front of Cas's face brought him back to the present. "Did you hear anything I just said?" Dean asked, giving a small smile and shook his head with a quiet laugh when Cas said "Nope." and grinned. "I said," Dean began again, "who do you think is hotter; Jennifer Lawrence or Kristen Stewart?" Cas pretended to think for a moment, then answered "J Law, obviously. She's gorgeous." Dean drew in a mockingly startled breath then laughed loudly. "I knew it!" he yelled, shaking his head after they'd gotten out of the Impala. "Awwww, man," Cas said, laughing, "Was it really that obvious?"  Dean doubled over with laughter, and when he got back up, he said "Crystal clear." and wiped tears of laughter from his  eyes.  "Come on, we're gonna miss it!" Cas practically yelled, and they both started walking towards the shabby, rundown little theater, Dean punching Cas lightly in the shoulder.  When they went inside, the cute girl behind the counter was at the exact same spot she'd been the last time they were there. Dean saw her and smirked his signature smile, but she was too preoccupied with her phone to notice him. Cas chuckled and whispered to Dean, "I'll be in the bathroom if you need me."  Cas headed into the bathroom to wash off his face and wake up a bit. He bent over the sink and splashed water onto his face, and when he put his face back up, he leaped back in surprise. There, in the mirror, was the face of a young girl, about 16, with dirty blonde hair and eyes of piercing blue , who was wearing eyeliner and who had a hunted, almost haunting, look in those eyes. She looked at him calmly, then disappeared. Cas looked around in shock. Where had she gone, and where had she come from? He went carefully back over to the sink and splashed his face with more water, then leaned back quickly, holding his breath to see if she was there. There was nothing but his reflection in the mirror. He blinked, then let out the breath he'd been holding and sighed. "Why are these nightmares entering the real world?" he thought exasperatedly. He shook himself off and took a few deep breaths, then walked back into the lobby where Dean waited. He'd decided right then and there; Dean wouldn't know about his nightmares of the strange girl that called out to him and pleaded with him in his dreams. "Dad!" she would cry. "Please, don't you recognize me? It's your daughter, Claire! Please dad! Help me! Please! Please......"  No, Dean didn't, and wouldn't, need to know, and Cas planned to keep it that way as long as he could.