truth about hunting • supernatural

Chapter 8: Team actually, really, free will

It has been 3 weeks since I first moved into the Batcave, and 3 weeks since I actually felt the sun on my skin. Safe to say that I am comfortable around the Winchesters. Considering the fact that I am sitting with one leg folded up onto the chair in my pyjamas (or old t shirt that have battled against the bombardment of tomato sauces and miscarriaged soups) next to them with my face stubbled with bread crumb.

"I thought being part of 'this' will be more saving people, hunting things than sitting around eating crappy sandwiches." I dropped what was left of my sandwich on the plate.

"You whinging isn't helping." Dean peaked his head from behind his open laptop.

I picked up the sandwich but lost my appetite. "Do you want my sandwich Dean?" I shoved the plate towards him.

"Hell yeah." He grabbed the sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth (or cakehole, if you will). "Thanks" he spoke with his mouth full, crumb falling everywhere.

"We got us a case." Sam joined us.

"I was starting to miss the good old days where we go gank those son of a bitches." Dean closed his laptop and stretched his arms, ready to get the hell away from the problem in front of him - me.

Sam continued, "Garth called and he found us a case near by." I know a Garth.

"Tell me it's not demons."

"Actually, no. It's not demons." As soon as he said no Dean leapt out of his chair.

"Can I come?" Dean was in a good mood, I say why not?

"Nothing happened to you in this 3 weeks so a week out wouldn't hurt." Sam approved.

"Can I come as well?" Out of no where Castiel appeared right behind me. "I lost my powers and now I am just a human but I still want to help, so I decided that I want to be a hunter, like you two." A sardonic smile was all he got from Dean.

"Ahh, sure, yeah, sure." Sam replied, as his brother just smiled at Cas, mockingly.

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We both stare out the window inside the Impala, trying to avoid eye contact or any contact. Well, at least I was.

The brothers were checking the crime scene while Cas and I wait. According to Dean, Cas was my babysitter. We sat there in the back seat leaving each other a generous amount of space between us. Uneasy tension hovering around.

"I used to be able to teleport with my own will." Out of the blue Cas began. "And listen to conversations without them noticing." He stared right into my eyes as if he was looking into my soul.

"Being human doesn't suck that much" pause, "actually, it does. But..." I broke eye contact and looked down to my hand, but I can still feel Cas' stare fixed on me.

I left too much pause to continue, "but you get used to it. I recommend reading or watching tv shows and movies to get the crap out of your head, for the time being. It's not temporary, though. I wish it was."

"Being human isn't necessarily bad. I just miss my powers. But I will try that sometimes." I look back up and tried to compete with his stare.

The doors opened and in come the suited up brothers.

"How was it?" Cas turned his gaze to Dean.

"If you consider we-have-no-clue as good, let's go with that."

"No body. Just trails of blood." Sam followed up.

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Dean nods his head towards the waitress not far to indicate Cas to 'go for it'. Sam rolled his eyes at him and continued eating the last few croutons. I, on the other hand couldn't roll my eyes at what Dean wanted Cas to do. Why does he have to hook up Cas with another girl? But why do I care?