Welcome to the Impala

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Sam and Cecil were trapped in a circular cell. There was only a wooden door that had a small window with bars. The rest of the cell was completely made out pact dirt and stretched up for miles. Instead of there being a roof on the cell, there was an open hole, illuminating the earth around them. Sam had his head up, starring at the hole where the ceiling should be. He had been walkking in circles, trying to identify any Night Vale landmarks to help him know where in the world they were. Unfortunately, all Sam could see was the bright light coming from above. It was as if the light washed out everything else that could have possibly been above them. Cecil was busy pounding his fists on the door, screaming at whoever would listen to let them out.

"Cecil, calm down," Sam said. "We'll get out of here."

"When?!" Cecil replied. "We're stuck in here and God knows where my Carlos and your brother are!" Sam was still starring at the light up above them, half-hearing Cecil. He was beginning to wonder of they were even in Night Vale anymore. The light seemd oddly bright for it to belong in NIght Vale.

"Do you think we're still in Night Vale?" Sam asked, as he finally turned his attention to Cecil.

"Kevin wouldn't be that stupid," Cecil said as he sat down, leaning against one of the dirt walls and hugged his knees. "We're probably in Desert Bluffs." Cecil put his chin on his knees and starred at the ground. He was silent for a moment, and then, "I didn't see your brother's boyfriend, or Maureen, for that matter, being dragged away with the rest of us. Where do you think they went?"

"Dean sent Cas to get help, and he probably took Maureen with him," Sam said. "He'll get us out of here. He's an angel, you know."

Cecil shot a look at Sam. "Angels do not exist, and if they did, my Carlos would be one of them."

xxxx

Dean and Carlos were trapped in an identical cell. Carlos had been continously charging the door in an attempt to break it down. Dean had been feeling along the sides of the dirt walls, hoping to find anything that might help them. A small hole, maybe. However, he found nothing.

"Would you quit doing that?" Dean snapped at Carlos. "In case you haven't noticed, a door is kicking your ass."

"In case you haven't noticed," Carlos snapped back. "I'm the only one that's actually doing something."

"At least I didn't get my ass kicked by a freaking door," Dean continued to feel along the wall. 

Carlos crossed his arms. "My boyfriend is out there, and so is yours, for that matter." he said. "But I don't see you doing anything for Cas either."

Dean made his hands into fists along the wall. Suddenly, he turned and lunged at Carlos. Dean shoved the scientist against the wall, hard, his hand white knuckling Carlos' collar. His glasses fell crooked across his face on impact. Carlos didn't look frightened, but he didn't look mad either. "Let's get one thing straight here, science boy." Dean sneered. "There's nothing between my angel and me, got it? And the sooner you and your boyfriend realize that, the happier everyone will be." If Dean thought his speech would scare the crap out of Carlos, he was wrong. He let the scientist go, and he cleaned his glasses on his labcoat. The two of them were silent for a few moments; Dean leaning against the wall and Carlos cleaning his glasses. Then, Carlos spoke again.

"'My angel'?" he said, holding his glasses up to check for spots.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"

"You said 'my angel,'" replied Carlos. "When you were talking about Cas." He said it matter-of-factly, the way all scientists did. Not a trace of I-told-you-so in there.

Dean sighed and hung his head and a grin spread across Carlos' face.