"Come on, you guys are crazy." You scoff, talking to your brothers Sam and Dean as you were heading to a police station to question about a case you caught.
They were convinced that Castiel had feelings for you. You had to admit, you loved Cas too, but your stubborn self wasn't about to crack first. So, you pretended that you weren't interested to get Sam and Dean off your backs about it. Castiel was meeting up with you guys at the station.
"Oh, no. He does. How can you not tell?" Sam turns around, asking you before letting a laughing scoff come out of his mouth.
"I can't tell because it's not there." You say, crossing your arms. You shook your head.
"Then, you're stupid." Dean shoots.
"I'm not stupid! You know what's stupid? This car. It's so bumpy and do you know how many times I hit my head on the ceiling?" You wine to Dean.
You hear Dean gasp. "Don't you dare call baby stupid!" Dean bitterly tells you. You roll your eyes in annoyance.
"Okay, it says that the incident happened within a two mile radius to the other ones." Sam changes the subject, while tapping away on his computer.
"Okay, so that means that the monster is still around and is probably not going anywhere." You mentioned.
As you three were arriving at the station, you all of a sudden feel your phone vibrate in your denim jeans. You struggle to take it out and see that it was Cas.
"It's Cas. Hello?" You answered the phone.
*Conversation goes on*
"Okay, great Cas. Thank you." You hung up the phone and slid it back in your front pocket.
"Of course he would call you." Dean eyeballs you with his eyebrows raised.
"Shut it, Dean." You spat.
"He could've called Sam or me but no, he calls his human girlfriend." Dean throws his hands up from the wheel, shaking his head.
"Jealous?" You tease to Dean.
"Completely." Dean sarcastically shoots.
"Come on, kids. Let's focus on the problem here." Sam reminds us.
*At the station*
"Oh yeah, Metallica is so much better than Journey." Dean argues to you and Sam while getting out of his car.
"No way! Journey is the best. No doubt." You say to Dean.
"Leave me out of this." Sam begs.
While you and Dean go on about who's better, Sam opens the impala trunk and takes out the fake ids and the handguns. He hands one to you and without making eye contact with Sam, you buckle it in your pants, still talking to Dean.
"Doesn't matter, I know I'm right." Dean puts his hand up to stop you from talking and you roll your eyes.
"Wheres Cas? He should be here by now." Sam spoke while he closes the impala trunk and puts his gun in his shirt pocket.
"Ask Y/N." Dean scans your whole self while eyebrows raised.
"Shut up." You then smack Deans arm, "He will be here." You finished.
"Sorry, I'm late. I had some Heaven duties to take care of." All of a sudden you hear Cas voice appear from behind you. You all three turn around.
"Come on, let's go." We all walk into the police station.
"Who should we speak to?" Sam whispered to all of us. We all scanned the station, having it be a quiet Tuesday midday.
"Chief!" You hear a police officer yell from across the station and having a man about thirty years young, rather handsome turn around. Your eyes widened from the sight.
