Plaid Shirts and a Trench Coat

Chapter 5 *Sam's POV*

*One week later*

I let out a grunt as I stubbed my toe against the coffee table. "Perfect."

Deans on the couch, scanning pages of a magazine. "Hey, maybe Cas will show up to help you." I sit down beside him and rub my toe. "What if it's not Cas's son? What if its like..."

"A demon?" His eyes darted towards me and his brows furrowed. "Yeah." "You've got to be kidding me, Sammy. He's exactly like his dad." I shook my head and pulled my legs up to my chest. I pull my laptop out of my bag and open up the browser I always use. "I don't know. He seems pretty normal to me."

"That's what demons do, Dean. They make you think they're human, or even an angel then all hell breaks loose." I show him my laptop screen. "See, it says angels are always positive. Castiel the second wasn't all that positive with me."

He flips the page of the magazine. "Castiel wasn't that positive either, Sam. He's just like his dad." I continue my research, and keep talking. "You know how Lucifer took over Castiel's body? What if he's doing that with his son right now?"

Dean looks at me with his eyes glossed over and the magazine in between us. "Haunting in Colorado. Right where we started out." I took a deep breath and placed the half empty box of pizza on the table. "What do you say? Should we go...?" I mumble. Dean looks over, with his eyes popped out of his head.

"Are you crazy?"

"Maybe I am, Dean." Wrinkles formed in my forehead as Dean sighed and got off the couch. "Let's get everything ready then. There's stuff at Bobby's still..." He froze in his steps and slid the keys off the counter. "And it's a ten hour drive so we should...go..." And he was out the door before I could answer him.

I slid on my jacket, and closed the door behind me. "Dean, I didn't say 'hey let's go to Bobby's." Without stopping, Dean's demander grew harsh with his next question. "Well we don't have anything left, other than at Bobby's. So are you coming or are you not?" He turned around, and raised his eyebrows. "Yeah I guess." Hesitant, I shoved my hands into my pockets and followed him to the impala.

*Five hours later*

So far, we've listened to enough songs to make up four albums.

"Look After You" by The Fray (The song that started blaring once Castiel the Second decided to pop up in the back seat and scare us) By the words of Dean Winchester, he has to "stop doing that."

"Iris" by The Goo Goo Dolls. "A Sky Full of Stars" by Coldplay. One of Dean's picks being "Cherry Pie" by Warrant. "Fade To Black" by Metallica. The usual "Wanted Dead or Alive" by Bon Jovi, of which Cas didn't seem to appreciate.

"Highway To Hell" by AC/DC comes on and Cas laughs to himself in the back. "What's so funny, Cas?" Dean huffs. "Well it seems you already took that Highway, and my father had to save you from perdition, right?" I cover my mouth as I laugh. "Very funny, Cas."

"It's right Dean..." I mumble. "Okay you two need to stop. We have five ho-" Dean stops in his place as "Eye of the Tiger" comes on. "DID MY TIME- TOOK MY CHANCES." Dean flings his head back and forth and looks at me while rising his eyebrows, and gives me a look that'll probably haunt me forever. Way into it, that's what Dean is. By the time the chorus kicks in, we're all singing along, even Cas. The music radiates throughout the car, the bass vibrates our seats and there's a smile plastered on Dean's face.

The tires on the impala grind into the driveway and the engine screeches. "I have to do a check up on you, baby." Dean pats the dashboard and flings his seatbelt back. "The car is an inanimate object. It cannot comprehend anything you are saying, Dean. Are you aware that it doesn't have a soul, or a brain?" Cas unbuckles last, and closes his door. "Come on guys."

The first time back, since the 'accident'.

"Sorry Bobby." I tough the knob of the front door as Dean walks into the living room. "No offence, but this place gives me the creeps now." I look around the dark, wallpapered room and swallow. "None taken." I close the door behind me, and continue to look around.

Castiel the Second's POV

I stop in my steps and look up to the sky. "Dad?"

"It is me Castiel." I look over to the impala, of which is turned on. How was this possible? "Dad?"

"Just come sit inside."

"But- that would be wrong. I'd be inside of you." I hesitantly opened the driver's door and step inside. "I see you got some of your...let's say humor from Dean and Sam." I run my fingers along the dash and turn the radio up, to hear better. "That makes me uncomfortable, Castiel." My heart stops, and I fall back into the seat. "What are you doing, leading them there? Do I have to come save your ass?"

"No. It's going well. They're slowly getting back into the business."

"That's what killed me, son." Right.

"I've got this." Or do I? This job was far too big for me. To watch over the Winchesters, and try to keep them safe. Try to make it so another apocalypse doesn't happen. "Cas, listen. I know you don't. That's why I'm trading spots with you." I try to turn the impala off, but there's no keys in the ignition. How do I silence him? The radio won't turn off, and I can't honk the horn to warn Dean and Sam. Before I knew it, my life flashed before my eyes.

Literally.