Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

16.2

Sure enough, when we walked into the very dimly lit building, the noise died out immediately. It was completely silent except for the bubbling noises coming from the fish tanks.

"See?" I told them brightly. "I told you so."

"Alright cool your jets, we didn't find anything yet. I'll take this side, you take that way. Sam, you got hallway?"

"Yeah," he nodded, carefully taking out his gun.

We all split up in three different directions. It was very quiet, and from what I could tell there was nobody in the entire building except the old janitor out front. I got distracted by the fish a few times, I liked the way their fins danced. It was graceful, elegant movement. I even wished I had pretty fins...then I was thankful that no one heard that thought.

We scanned the entire exhibit more than three times, meeting each other half way and then scanning each other's areas.

"There's nobody here," I said, leaning on the glass. The aquarium tanks lined all the walls, the small quiet fish happily swimming. "He can't be a fish, can he?" I followed a colorful fish with my finger.

"Yup. And oh—he has a little orange son and a blue lady friend with short term memory loss and they're experiencing wacky adventures trying to complete their journey to Sydney." He looked at me flatly.

"You know, for a thirty year old man with no kids, you sure know a whole lot about disney." I smirked at Sam. "Maybe all the times he locked himself in his room with a laptop was just him catching up on Hannah Montana."

Sam gave a laugh, putting his gun away and pulling out the map to study it again. Dean glared between us and I raised my eyebrow at him with a mischievous grin.

"This is the only nocturnal animal exhibit this place has," Sam sighed.

"You know what's bothering me?" Dean commented quietly, eyeing the janitor a few meters away from us. "Old guy's been wiping the same spot of glass ever since we got here."

"Could be anything, Dean." Sam stepped closer to Dean, eying the janitor with a look too.

"C'mon, do you have to stand so close? I don't like it when our height difference is obvious."

Sam froze. "What?"

Dean paused too, rolling his eyes into his head looking like he was calculating something. He shook his head, "Wasn't supposed to say that out loud. Moving on."

"I've been looking for Abaddon behind your back because I knew you'd bitch about my health and I honestly couldn't bear to hear it anymore." Sam blurted. Then his eyes widened when he realized what he said.

"What did you just say?" Dean asked furiously.

Sam still looked shocked. "I didn't mean to say that," he whispered.

"You've been looking for Abaddon behind my back? And then what, you were going to hunt her by yourself?" Dean asked incredulously.

"No, Dean. Of course not," he sighed, rolling his eyes. "This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you anything. Shoot." he clicked his tongue. "Why do I keep doing that?"

"Then what the hell, Sam. Wasn't almost losing you in the trials enough? You're killing me here, man. I almost lost you and I'm still worried about you. It keeps me awake at night. I'm supposed to look out for you, Sammy. Dammit!" Dean swore, looking confused.

"What the hell's going on?" Sam asked, looking up at me.

I shrugged. "I don't know, but I sort of feel a little depressed because you're getting too curious about my past and I really don't want to talk about that. I'm pretty pissed that Dean didn't give me my phone back yet even though I'm trying my hardest to prove that I'm trustworthy. Also, Sam your ass looks great in those pants." I put both hands on my mouth, my eyes growing wide.

"Whoa," Dean whispered.

I pulled my hands back to say, "I don't know what the hell was that." But instead I said, "Mean old bitch was eyeing you the whole time, I think that's why I got so mad." I covered my mouth again, more horrified than ever.

"Okay, something is really wrong here," Sam said apprehensively.

"Yeah, what the hell. He's a total geek, I'm the hot one. Check out this jaw line," Dean told me with a smirk, rubbing his jaw.

I rolled my eyes. "Please stop," I wanted to say, but instead I said, "I love it when you joke around with me, it makes me feel like we have a functioning relationship." I put my hands over my mouth again.

Dean started laughing. "This is so much fun. I am terrified of saying something I'm not supposed to say out loud because I need Sam to believe that I'm all under control when in fact my head's been really messed up since the trials." He pursed his lips. "Son of a bitch."

"No, something is really, really wrong." Sam started walking towards the janitor. "Hey!" he shouted. Dean and I flanked him.

"I'm trying really hard to sense something so I could tell you beforehand if something's up so you'd think I was useful and like me more." I closed my mouth and shook my head. "I'm going to stop talking."

"I like watching you get flustered, it's adorable. And when you wake up in the morning your eyes get puffy like Sam's do and it's so—" Dean cleared his throat awkwardly. I couldn't even laugh because I was still suffering from the after-awkward of what I said.

"Hey, can I get a minute?" Sam ordered more than asked, but the man continued wiping the aquarium glass quietly.

"You have anything to do with this?" Then, "I'm considering slicing you with Ruby's knife. Crap."

"I could light you on fire with a thought, but I still feel very, very uneasy. I wish I could suck it up." I put my hand over my mouth again, tighter this time.

"My best friend's an angel who's currently a fugitive because all the angels want to kill him. But he could blast your insides away and zap us out in the same second, so I don't feel very threatened. I also plan on distracting you by shooting the glass first."

"Dean!" Sam hissed.

"What, you told him you were going to slice him with Ruby's knife! We're also harboring the prophet that the demons and angels are tearing the world apart for." Dean swore under his breath and clenched his teeth.

"I think he's expecting us to hand over his gift, but I don't really want to say it because I'm afraid I'd be wrong. Also, I don't blame Cas for thinking Gabriel made a mistake. It's easier to believe than the fact that he chose me out of everyone else in the world." I bit my lip. "How come I keep embarrassing myself the most?" I muttered.

"Okay, so gifts. Gifts, we need gifts." Sam started checking his pockets and Dean did the same.

"Gum?" Dean offered, pulling out a stick of gum. "Nope, already chewed on. I hate that we stopped playing with fireworks on the fourth of July, Sammy. Dammit."

"Silver money holder?" Sam offered. "Sometimes I still read dad's journal before I sleep." Sam rolled his eyes. "Guess not." He started patting himself gain.

"Oh! Here, if you take this receipt to the burger place a mile from here, you win a free burger." Dean held out his receipt with a sheepish grin.

I tried to ignore Sam and Dean's presence and cleared my throat.

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Hope you liked this one. And for those of you who have finals, just power through! One week to go! You could do this! Jared Padalecki believes in you, I'm sure. He believes in everyone. He's an angel.

Always Keep Fighting xx