TWO
The next day Sam and Dean drove across Nevada along Highway 95 in the gleaming black Chevy Impala, Dean behind the wheel, Sam sprawled in the passenger seat. Rugged mountains lined the horizon, sagebrush dotting the high desert floor. A writer had once described this part of Nevada as "the loneliest place I ever found myself," but Dean loved the West. Loved the high, open spaces and the history. He'd seen every classic western movie ever made. While "Back In Black" by AC/DC played on the radio, he imagined Pony Express riders leaning over their horses, racing toward the Pacific. They passed through the small towns of Hawthorne and Schurz, seeing the hulking remains of abandoned mines on the hillsides. Wild mustangs ran in the open spaces. They reached Carson City, Nevada, where Kit Carson and Mark Twain had once roamed the streets, then turned west toward Lake Tahoe. On Highway 50, they started climbing into the Sierra Nevada mountains. The sun sank low behind the peaks, painting the clouds a dazzling red and gold. Sam drifted in and out of sleep.
The car crested a hill and the lake suddenly came into view, a deep sapphire-blue pool amid the snowy peaks. Dean let his mind drift, and it inevitably took him to Castiel. The angel had resurrected Dean, and had then become his friend, fought side by side with him and Sam. Next to his brother and Bobby, Cas was the closest thing Dean had to family. He couldn't believe he was gone. Sometimes the life of a hunter made him feel like he was destined to lose everyone too early. Ellen and Jo, his mom, his dad.
The job could make a person crazy. He knew Castiel had been dealing with huge issues-the silence of God, a war in heaven, the apocalypse-but he could have talked to Dean. They would have figured it out together. Cas didn't have to make a deal with Crowley, the King of Hell. He didn't have to swallow all those souls from Purgatory and become the Heavenly equivalent of an unstable nuclear reactor. Now his friend was gone, torn apart by the ravenous Leviathan too powerful to contain, even for an angel. Right now, somewhere out there, the Leviathan were growing stronger and stronger, duplicating person after person, posing as doctors, entrepreneurs, scientists, politicians. Dean and Sam stared down the barrel of a new Armageddon, hot from the oven, that once again threatened to destroy life as they knew it. And Dean didn't have the belief he once had, that unfailing knowledge that they could tackle whatever came at them. He'd lost that somewhere along the road.
Damn it. Why did Cas have to do that? They could have used him in the upcoming fight, used his power and knowledge. But Dean missed more than that. He'd told Cas once that he was like a brother to him. Fat lot of good that had been in the end.
They descended into the lake basin, driving past steep cliffs. Out on the lake's surface, white caps crested and fell. They drove through the town of Incline Village and entered California, passing through King's Beach. Dean kept an eye out for good eateries. They turned north and drove through Truckee, once the most dangerous city in California, full of gunfighters and lynch mobs. As night fell and "Free Ride" by Edgar Winter played on the radio, they rolled into the small town of Emigrant Gap.
With only one main street, it wasn't too hard to find Bobby. Dean spotted his van parked outside the Ritzert Roadhouse.
Sam stirred awake and they got out and stretched. A cold breeze sighed through the pine trees, the unmistakable scent of snow on the wind. Dean breathed in the high-altitude air, smelling earth and wet pine trees. Sam gathered up the case research he'd collected and they entered the grill.
Bobby Singer sat at the bar, a shot of Maker's Mark in one hand. He leaned over a newspaper, making notes in a small notebook. His red flannel shirt and worn jeans were rumpled, and the blue, netted baseball cap on his head was just as soiled and beat up as ever.
"Bobby!" Dean greeted him.
Bobby turned on the barstool, taking Dean's hand and patting him on the shoulder. He did the same with Sam.
