(This chapter is entirely from Dean's P.O.V. please bear with me, it doesn't haven't much Castiel/Kendra moments, but this chapter is going to be important for later in the story so please bear with it. I dedicate this chatper to ididallforyoudean because I promised to have it up before I went to work this morning and I couldn't. Please accept this as an apology )
A week had passed and still Sam and Kendra hadn’t returned. Dean was getting restless so he decided he was going to work on a normal case or as normal a case as possible for hunters. He ended up in some hotel trying to get some sleep. Of course that wasn’t happening with him worried about bother Kendra and Sam. More Kendra, she had basically had a one night stand with an angel, then he showed up again left her something and was gone… yeah Dean was worried about her. He walked into the hotel room, finally talking to Castiel, but Castiel had no idea where Sam and Kendra were. So they shifted conversation.
“We are talking about the colt” Dean asked opening the door, trying to hold the phone and carry his stuff. “I mean … the colt”
“We are” Castiel’s voice came through the phone.
“Well, that doesn't make any sense. I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that, uh, kills demons?”
“What? – I didn’t get that” Castiel spoke loudly as a car drove by. Dean laughed as he listened to Castiel.
“You know, it's kind of funny. Talking to a messenger of God on a cellphone. It's, you know, like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped” Dean shook his head, switching ears as he pulled his shirt off and lay down on the bed.
“This isn’t funny, Dean” Castiel’s tone was serious as he spoke through the phone. “The voice says I’m almost out of minutes.”
“Okay, all right.” Dean laughed on the end of the line, though it was a weary laugh. “I'm—I'm telling you, Cas, the mooks have melted down the gun by now.”
“Well, I hear differently. And if it's true and if you are still set on the insane task of killing the devil, this is how we do it.” Castiel sighed.
“Okay” Dean ran a hand over his face. “Where do we start?”
“Where are you?”
“Umm, Kansas City” Dean leaned over and grabbed the keys to his room. “Century Hotel, room 113.”
“I’ll be there immediately”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, come on, man. I just drove like sixteen hours straight, okay? I'm human. And there's stuff I got to do.” Dean leaned back on the bed after putting the keys back on the night stand.
“Like?” Castiel still didn’t understand the human species.
“Like, easting and right now I’m going to sleep” Dean sighed rubbing his tired eyes. “I just need like four hours”
“Alright, Dean”
“And hey Cas” Dean sighed softly. “Have you heard from either Sam or Kendra?”
“No, last time I saw…” Castiel cleared his throat. “heard from her, she was still at Bobby’s house”
“Alright, see you in four hours” Dean hung up his phone before Castiel could say anything else. Despite his slip, Dean let it slide; he was too tired to deal with the angel and his supposed terrible attempt at lying.
