Supernatural

The Foundry

AT THE BUNKER, CASTIEL P.O.V.

I was up. It was middle of the night, I tried to sense Jessica. I saw Marry sitting alone. I walk up to her, she sees me and smiles tiredly.

- Castiel. What are you doing up? - she asks me. 

- Oh, I'm always up. Angels don't need sleep. And I am worried. -

- About Jessica? Yeah, I'm worried too. -

- I can't sense her. It always worked before. But now, it's... it's just... nothing. I can't sense Toni either. -

- How long do you know her? - 

- Since Sam and Dean got the bunker. There was a case which was about her friend. She came to a motel Sam and Dean stayed. And that is the time I first saw her. -

- You like her? -

- What? I don't know. I... I feel different when I'm around her. -

- Yeah I know the feeling. I'm going to try to sleep now. Good night Cas. -

- Good night. - 

Marry stops and turns around again. - Castiel. After you left heaven, when did it start to feel like...like you fit, like you...belonged here? -

- Well, I'm still not sure I do. -

Marry sighs.

- Mary...you do belong here. -

JESSICA P.O.V.

- This could be over, Jessica. Just answer my questions. - Toni told me while she was sitting on a chair. 

- Burn in hell. - 

- It is just a simple request. You answer our questions and we let you go. -

- Yeah, not gonna happen. This is a waste of time. You can let me go or kill me. I'm not talking. - 

- We are not monsters, Jessica. Trust me. -

- My brother would disagree. -

- You really think we would kill him? -

- Does it matter what I think? You prove you're monsters by torturing Sam, and now me. -

Toni sighs. - I'm sorry. But there is really no other way. - She gets up, takes the knife and walks over to me. She pulls the knife from my fist to my elbow leaving a blood line. I groan. 

DEAN P.O.V.

Sam and I ware sitting in the kitchen, eating brekfast and doing some research on British Man of Letters. Anything that can help us to find Jess.

- All right, so what have you found on her Majesty's Secret Suckbags? - I say.

- Well, I may have turned the bunker upside down looking for any reference whatsoever to the British Men of Letters, and all I found was this letter tucked into an old ledger, uh, from the "London Chapterhouse." - Sam answers.

- Okay, well that's something. -

- Yeah uh...not so much. -

 Cas walks in. -Morning, sunshine. Some coffee? - I tell him.

- No, thank you. I have to go. -

- Cass, wait up. -

- Hey. Wait a second. Where you off to? - Sammy asks him. 

- Cleveland, Ohio. -

- For what? -

- I think I may have a lead on Lucifer. I found a police report in Cleveland about a man whose eyes flared a glowing red. It could be Lucifer in a new body. And I need something to take the mind off of... -