The Impossible Hunter

Chapter Fifteen

The following chapter is sinfully long to make up for the lack of publishing ALL last week. Sowwy bout dat. I started writing a Destiel fic... I'll let you know how that goes...

....

Dean cut off Oswin's splint in the parking lot and they drove back to the hotel, the Harley just barely functioning enough to get there.

The two entered the hotel room to see Sam sitting on a bed, watching TV as Cas stood behind him, staring at the cop show with interest.

"I believe the prostitute is pregnant with his child," Cas told them as Dean threw his keys onto the bed.

"Yeah. That's usually how these shows work," Dean said with subtle sarcasm. Cas ignored him.

"I was talking with Sam, and he convinced me to join you on your quest for information," Castiel told them. Oswin raised her eyebrows. Dean just glared in annoyance at Sam, who smirked and did a little shrug.

"Well we're not going til tomorrow," Dean said as-a-matter-of-factly.

"I understand that," Cas replied, "I will spend the night making sure heaven will be okay in my unspecified length of absence, and return to you in this room an hour before the time in the journal."

"Unspecified? How long do you plan on sticking with us?" Oswin asked, "Not that I don't like you helping us!" She added quickly, "It's great! Thank you! Um, for my leg..." She let her voice die and shrunk back as Cas stared at her. She hated being awkward.

"I plan to stay with you until we fully decipher the meaning of this journal," Cas said, "Sam told me it would be a nice vacation from organizing angel garrisons all day."

"You seriously think our lives are easier than putting angels in little study groups?" Dean asked, clearly offended.

"It is when they all want to kill each other because they were in different factions during the fall," Castiel narrowed his eyes at him. The two glared at each other for a few seconds before Dean lost the staring contest.

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes, "Just don't be late tomorrow."

"I promise I will not be. Goodbye, Dean," and Cas vanished.

"That son of a bitch better not slow us down," Dean grumbled.

Oswin giggled. Those two obviously had feelings for each other and Sam was trying to get them to spend more time together. She thought it was cute how neither could recognize their own feelings enough to see how bad they had it for each other.

"Why are you laughing?" Dean asked.

"Nothing," Oswin said, suddenly a very serious look on her face.

Dean narrowed his eyes at her and flopped onto the bed, inserting earbuds and nodding his head to classic rock.

Oswin smiled and looked at Sam, confirming he invited Cas because of Dean. Sam jerked his head up slightly in a little nod that told her "yes." She grinned. Those two would have to acknowledge their feelings eventually.

The next morning, Cas appeared in the room on time. Everyone piled into the Impala, Dean driving, Sam shotgun, and Oswin and Castiel in the back.

They got to the café a half an hour early and seated themselves next to the flower bed. A beautiful brunette girl in an apron came up to the table. Her name tag read "Hope."

"Hey guys! Sorry, but I'm gonna have to ask you to move inside. We don't have everyone who was scheduled working today, and the outside isn't covered by our servers," she explained.