Idjits (Supernatural FanFic)

Part 1 - Peculiar Predicaments

•Sam•
Dean and I drove back to Bobby's after a day of hunting. We tracked down and killed another shape-shifter residing a few towns over from Sioux Falls, South Dakota. We climbed out of the Impala and walked together to Bobby's door.

"Nasty sons of bitches," Dean said, referring to the shifters.

I nodded, "At least we know how to kill 'em." I opened the door to Bobby's and found him sitting at his desk. He had a book opened in front of him and a phone held to his ear.

"Alright. Good luck, Rufus." Bobby closed the book and put his phone down.

"What's up?" I asked, sitting on the couch.

"Rufus called. He wanted to know more about a creature you killed a while back; Shtriga. I told him what he needed to know. How'd your hunt go?"

Dean turned and closed the fridge. "Well we're still alive right?" He popped open a beer.

"With you boys that doesn't mean much."

Dean came into the living room and sat backwards on a chair, legs on either side of the back, arm rested over the top.

I chimed in, "It went well, Bobby."

The familiar sound of fluttering wings was clearly audible and we all turned to find Castiel standing in the door way.

"Hey, Cas," Dean greeted. Cas walked forward to stand where the rest of us were sitting.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I've found some information. Demons are going to be gathering inside the small town of Glenville, Minnesota. They're planning a massacre."

"For what?" Bobby asked.

"I'm not sure."

Dean suggested, "Just for the sake that they're demons?"

"Any idea when?" I asked.

"Four to five days."

Dean asked, "How many demons are we talking?"

"Maybe a dozen. The population of the town is in the high hundreds." Cas spoke in his usual serious voice.

Dean questioned, "How do you even figure these things out?"

"I hear things and I look into them."

"What could they possibly gain from clearing a small town off the map?" Bobby wondered.

"Maybe they're planning on planting the Croatoan virus there?" I suggested.

Cas replied, "No. This is something else. If they wanted to infect a group of people, it wouldn't be a such small town. The would distribute it in a more wide spread fashion."

Dean rubbed his face with his free hand. "Awesome. Can we talk about this tomorrow? I'm exhausted."

Bobby, Dean, and I went to sleep, and Cas stayed the night.

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•Castiel•
At some point during the night, I became unconscious. Not asleep; just not awake. It was odd, because angels don't follow the average human habits, such as resting or consuming food to provide nutrients in order to sustain life.