Nothing Like Home //Sabriel//Destiel *discontinued*

Crusty Hills

  They were all in one piece, all in one car, all going the same distance. No tricks, no Gabriel. Nothing but the weight on everyone's shoulders...The sickly feeling of guilt, sadness, and confusion. What happened back there? Who knows...But Sam knows something. He has to get back to Gabriel and ask him what he's planning, why else would he drag Sam out to the middle of nowhere and plague him with questions. Why else would he threaten him?

  But there was this odd glint in Gabriel's eyes, an emotion Sam could almost read. It was as if Gabriel has been watching him for a while, looking over him. It made a chill go down Sam's spine, but also a heat crawled up his neck at the thought. Then it dawned upon him, has Cas been watching him and Dean too? What if...

  "Hey, Sammy. Stop thinking about naked women and learn," Dean knocked on Sam's head and shoved a grimy brochure into his hands. Sam was sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala, apparently looking entranced.

  "I wasn't...." Sam sighed, what was the use. He knew his brother was pulling his leg. He always was, "What's this?"

  "Were heading to a small town about  seventeen miles up...Me and Cas did some research. Apparently There was this kind old nun, and the records said she was retired. Well, the trusty internet said she died of lung cancer, one hundred and thirty two years ago." Dean explained, raising his eyebrow as if to clue to Sam 'This is a job.'

  "Yeah, and?" Sam asked, sighing in Dean's direction.

  Dean rolled his eyes, "Dude, the freaking towns people have been seeing her scary ass face wandering through town whispering weird warnings these past days. Don't tell me that's not some ebeneezer scrooge stuff."

  "Yeah okay, let's go," Sam said, his mind still hooked on the current events of their life. He needed to talk to Gabriel...and Cas. Sure he was half demon....but he wasn't like them. Dean can never know.

  They were finally in the small town, tiny farm houses dotted along the hills here and there, small bulky stores with wooden signs and brick walls, children playing in the street, no other cars in sight. Women sat on iron benches talking and glancing toward the Impala curiously. Dean parked the car on the side of the street, in front of a beat up liquor store, it's tan windows shut tight and a moth eaten drape covering the door. A small neon orange 'closed' sign hung above a window.

  The brothers stepped out of the car and looked around curiously, "Well, this place is a dump," Dean exclaimed.

  "Yeah, and you think they'de at least have old, old cars," Sam glanced at a horse carriage and hurried along over the street with Dean. They headed towards a young woman maybe in her early twenties wearing a long flower printed dress and white sun hat on her head. Her hair was a strawberry blonde and she had a tattoo of a rose on her neck. She seemed to be staring at a middle aged woman who was reading by the fountain. She looked at the other woman longingly as if she couldn't quite reach her. Dean coughed into his fist and the girl looked up at them, her eyes wide and blue and her lips pressed together tight in a thin line.

  "Excuse me, but were federal agents. I'm agent Styles and this is my partner Agent Blake," Sam explained, holding up an official looking FBI badge in his right hand. Dean plastered a fake smile on his face and held up his badge too, nodding urgently.

  The woman looked pained and opened her mouth to speak, but shut it abruptly and looked away, her hands squeezing the old, tan purse in her lap. Sam glanced at Dean.

  "Ma'm, we need to talk to you about the supposed 'ghost' sightings," Dean said, his voice low and formal.

  The woman continued to stare blankly at the other woman and Sam tried again, "please. We have been hearing some odd things about ghost sightings. A nun that died of cancer about 130 years ago?"

  The woman looked up at them with wide eyes and a pained expression, "She ate too much mustard." and then she disappeared, into thin air. Dean glanced at Sam, "Well, this makes things confusing."

  Sam sighed and lead Dean back to the car, "You think?"

  Sam and Dean checked into the only hotel in this crusty little town.The Shady Rot hotel. What the hell kinda name is that? Some humorous idiot had fun naming the things in this town, and with painful accuracy. For god sake, the whole town was named "Crusty Hills." But things were just a little too crusty for the boy's liking.

   Their room was small and had only one bed, smaller than your average queen size. The bed's mattress was fit snugly into a race car frame with a green floral printed canopy hanging above it?! The walls had sailboat wallpaper and the rug had the eerie face of snow white plastered nice and big on all sides.

  "Okay, something is definitely not normal with this town!" Dean exclaimed, his eyes so wide they were practically bugging out of their sockets.

  "Your right, Gabriel has seriously taken you as fools. He must want something," Cas popped up in front of the boys, his expression serious.

  "Gabriel did this? Did he make up the whole town, its people, and it's ghost stories?" Sam exclaimed.

  Cas nodded, "I'm afraid so."

  "Well that explains why the old man at the cash register looked like Dick Van Dyke," Sam sighed.

  "Seriously, Sam! Who the hell is that!" Dean cried. Sam rolled his eyes

  "I don't know what's going on,  but I know Gabriel wants Sam, " Cas looked up at Sam, his eyes curious and confused.

  "wait... Gabriel wants Sammy? " Dean spoke up,  raising his eyebrows.

  Cas nodded, "I am confused by his actions,  and wondering why he requests Sam.  But Yet,  I know Gabriel.  I must assist him for he would not hurt Sam,  but I am not to dense as to notice this is somewhat of importance. " Cas reached out and touched Sam's fore head,   teleporting him somewhere. 

  Dean looked at Cas in shock,  "where the hell did you send him!? "

  "To Gabriel,  I feel that I must.  And do not worry Dean,  Gabriel will only indulge Sam in a conversation,  not blood shed. " Cas nodded,  "And this gives us time to talk about your brother. "