Without A Trace >> Dean Winchester

31 | Goodbye Stranger [ Before Dawn ]

31 | Goodbye Stranger [ Before Dawn ]

CASTIEL HAS TIED the possessed Wendy to a chair in the kitchen, a demon's trap under her. Her tied hands were laid on tops of a table.

"Sam and Dean Winchester. Heh. oh, the thoughts she had about you two. Mostly you, Sam." She lowered her voice to a seductive tone, "What can I say? She has a thing for smutton chops."

"Easy there," Clarissa chuckled "you're ancient! Old! Are you seriously hitting on Sammy baby here?" She gestured to Sam, in which he glared at her.

Wendy raked Clarissa's appearance up and down with and laughed nastily, "can't forget about you, Hawkings~ I see you've been taken under the Winchesters' wing. The latest juicy tidbit is that you've stepped down from your title. Pity~"

"All right, you douchebag," Dean began, "listen up—"

Castiel dug the demon killing knife into Wendy's hands, making her throw her head back and scream out. He waited for a few moments before pulling the knife out.

"Who told you about the crypts?" Castiel demanded.

"I thought Angels were supposed to be the good cops." She panted.

Castiel pierced the knife on her other hand, causing her to let out an ear-splitting shriek once more. The trio's were now fully alerted at Castiel's violent state. There was no hesitation in his stab, which made them wonder where all the sudden violence came from.

"Wait!! Stop!! Stop!" Wendy pleaded, and when Castiel didn't pull the knife out yet under his ruthless gaze, she added, "we have a hostage! It's one of Crowley's pets. She's at the Murray Hotel, down by the interstate. She knows where all the crypts are buried. She saw them all back in the day."

"And she told you about the parchment?" Sam asked.

"What parchment?" She cried.

"Hey, hey!" Dean yelled, "think he's the only bad cop in this room? Stop lying! We know what you're really looking for."

Wendy seethed her teeth, "no. I am telling you, we are looking for—"

With a swing of his arm, Castiel dug the knife into her chest, instantly sending her to death.

"Cas! What the hell was that?!" Sam bellowed in disbelief.

"She told us what we needed." He replied as if it was simple.

"No, she didn't! You can't just—"

"I started this hunt without you, because I didn't want anything to slow me down. We have to get to the hotel now."

"Wait wait just hold on a se—"

Castiel disappeared in flash, not letting Sam finish.

"CAS! Dammit go go go!" the three filed out of the house and immediately hopped into the car. Dean's tensed grip on the wheel as they drove didn't loosen up. The Impala screeched to a halt as soon as they arrived outside Murray Hotel. While getting out of the car, a bright light shone in one of the motel room windows. Anyone could see it, since it was broad daylight. They ran in to the hotel, racing up the stairs as they busted in to the room that shone out the light.