Chapter 4

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Get Dean and Lisa. It sounded easy enough, but it really wasn't. Locating Lisa was easiest, she was in their self titled dinging hall cleaning up after another meal. She really was a great girl, cheery most of the time as long as Dean wasn't around. She could cook and shoot and people actually liked her. While Lisa was quick to drop everything and rush to Castiel's aid, Dean was not.

Chuck first checked hi cabin, which of course was empty. It never hurt to look though. Then he checked the rest of the buildings according to a schedule that Dean kept. It wasn't written out, but after a while one could predict where he would spend his nights. Usually it depended on his mood

For example if he had just gotten back in with the team after a few days on the road, he would go see Pamela. A busty young brunette who Chuck was sure was some sort of adult entertainer before the whole demonic virus thing had taken it's toll. Dean didn't even need to say a word when he showed up at Pamela's cabin. She would open the door and Dean would walk in, clothes were off within seconds. Given the fact that they had just returned yesterday from another road trip he should have been at Pamela's cabin, but he wasn't. Chuck checked all the usual spots and to his chagrin, Dean wasn't anywhere to be found.

He had to widen the search to other cabins now. More specifically, to the cabins of the women that flocked around Castiel. He personally found ti ridiculous. With the exception of Lisa and one or two married or dating couples, the women in the camp were divided by who they 'enjoyed' more. There were Dean girls and Castiel girls, and then those smart enough to not get involved with either them. They didn't get a special title like the others, they were just girls. There weren't any Chuck girls yet, but he was working on it.

Now he was sifting through what was more or less Castiel's side of camp. Chuck wasn't sure which of Cas' women would go to Dean. He had to add in the fact that Castiel had not been free to give his usual lesson...whatever it was he taught them. Chuck, personally never could pay much attention to the ex-angel's teachings. The women ate it up though. Besides, he was too busy to try and understand group perception. He had to keep track of the ever dwindling supplies they had, not to mention his other part-time job which involved following Dean around and attempting to be supportive. He really was much better with keeping inventory.

He imagined that Lisa was already with Castiel and the woman. The search was getting tiring. He'd struck out at cabins one, two, three and four. The women were only interested finding out why Castiel hadn't graced them with his glorious presence. Chuck's reply was a nervous laugh and a quick exit every time. He was debating whether or not to knock on the next cabin, in case something was going wrong and Castiel and Lisa needed a hand; someone to hold a flashlight or something similar.

Not even taking the time to knock, he simply grabbed the handle and shoved the door open. Instantly he realized his mistake. "Oh god..." He sounded two steps beyond mortified, like he'd just witnessed someone killing cute woodlands creatures.

His left hand rushed up to cover his eyes, but in those few seconds he had already seen too much. He felt irritated and embarrassed all at the same time. That solved so many unanswered questions. Like where Dean was, and where that last can of whipped cream had gone. Dean told them that they couldn't be wasteful yet here he was...with Nancy, one of Castiels girls, and the last can of whipped cream.

Chuck wasn't even sure if either of them had noticed the door open at first, granted they were obviously too busy to stop and say hello. "Dean!" The man scrambled, turning back towards the door. "She's awake, Cas wants you at the cabin!" and with that Chuck was back out the door before either got a chance to so much as blink. He heard the bed creek and Dean let out a slew of curse words which were no doubt, directed at him. Chuck had found him and passed the message on. Now his job was done.

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