Sketchbook Buddies

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Sam shifted the angel blade in his hand, glancing at Dean nervously. His amnesiac brother was staring at the angel blade with fascination. He was going to enjoy himself a bit too much. At least that hadn't changed about Dean Winchester. He still loved killing things. Sam, of course, was worried for more than just the fact that his brother hadn't fought angels before. He was also concerned because they didn't really have a plan. Usually, Michael came up with some elaborate way to make sure everyone was alright. They didn't exactly have that right now. 

Ash was locked in a room, doing some sort of spell. She said something about not liking other people around while she did her magic stuff, so they had all kindly left her alone. Sam was outside the door with Dean, who had been basically silent the entire time. Sam still felt sort of bad for snapping at him earlier, but he wasn't exactly happy his brother had been off hooking up with some random girl. When Michael told him that Dean apparently knew this girl from school, Sam's suspicions deepened. He knew all of Dean's friends. The only one he had never met was Lisa, but he knew for a fact that she had dark hair. 

"So these kill angels?" Dean asked. Sam looked up from his spot sitting on the floor. His legs were so abnoxiously long he couldn't figure out how to sit comfortably on the floor other than to just sprawl his long legs out on the floor. 

"Yeah. And get this. They kill demons too. So our stupid demon killing knife isn't the only useful weapon," Sam said. 

"So, where do you get one?" Dean asked. "Of these, I mean. Where did you guys find them?" 

"Well, every angel has one. And we got most of our extras...from dead angels. Obviously," Sam said. Dean raised an eyebrow. He had seen the impressive stash of Angel Blades they had. 

"Why so many dead angels?" Dean asked. 

"Well...Cas is sort of...we don't know. But he can do this weird thing. It's like, he consumes the grace of other angels. And then he can use their power to do some seriously crazy stuff. Like destroy the gates of Heaven," Sam said. Dean blinked at Sam. 

"Why would he do that?" Dean asked. Sam chewed on his lip and avoided meeting his brother's eye. It wasn't his place to tell him, right? But then again, if he didn't, who would. 

"Look, I told you about the prophecy. About him falling in love with a human and destroying Heaven? Well, that's what he did. But the only reason he destroyed Heaven was because the angels killed..." Sam started. 

"I did it!" Ash shouted as she threw open the door of the room dramatically. She was wearing a black T-shirt and dark jeans that were now dusted with dirt and herbs and whatever other things she had used for her spell. She was grinning like a maniac. 

"You know where they are?" Michael said as he came up the stairs. Ash nodded and handed him a scrap of burnt map. "This is great. Thanks so much for this. Do you want me to call someone for you? Your parents or something?" 

"My parents?" Ash asked. "Wait, you're sending me home? I can help!" 

"Look, it's not anything personal, Ash. But I'm bringing a random teenage civilian into danger. It would be entirely irresponsible of me," Michael said. Sam cleared his throat. He was, ironically enough, still a random teenage civilian. Michael shot him a glare. "That's different, you're a hunter. You can't seriously think I should bring her. I'm not letting anyone downstairs come." 

"Good luck getting me to say," Meg said as she walked up the stairs. She grabbed the angel blade out of Dean's hand. "I know my way around weapons. I'll look out for the witch." 

"Really?" Ash asked. Sam rolled his eyes. Another ship was sailing and Charlie wasn't even here to see it. Speaking of ships, however, Dean was still staring at him, apparently wondering what the hell Sam was going to say earlier. Sam didn't think it was that hard to put two-and-two together, but Dean was dense sometimes.

"Jesus Christ," Michael mumbled, rubbing his forehead. "Fine. You think you can create us some angel killing witch bombs or something?" Ash nodded. 

"For sure," Ash said, disappearing back into the room. Michael turned to look at Sam and Dean. 

"You two don't have to come if you don't want to," Michael said. Sam scoffed and Dean rolled his eyes. "Figured. I'll be back." Michael disappeared down the stairs again and Meg flipped them both off before descending down after him. 

"What is it you were going to say before?" Dean asked Sam as soon as they were both gone. 

"Look, Dean, Cas was in love..." Sam started. Then Ash threw the door to the room open again. Sam was really going to have to talk to her about this. 

"I need help," she said. Dean groaned and offered a hand to Sam. Sam used it to pull himself to his feet and walk into the room. It looked a bit like a mad-scientist lab, but Sam wasn't going to mention it. "I need you to pour in this," she said, shoving a pitcher full of some unidentifiable liquid. "While you pour this," she shoved a bowl full of some dried herb into Dean's hands. "But you need to pour at the same time...otherwise this is going to blow up. And I don't do well with things exploding. Fun fact. The mentos/soda experiment scared the crap out of me." 

"Cool. Then, on three, right?" Dean asked Sam. Sam nodded and they poured the ingredients in the bowl. 

"Okay, thanks guys," Ash said, returning to the other side of the room. Sam realized awkwardly that this was Castiel's room. He never spent time in there, but it still had his old stuff. Ash was shifting through some stuff on top of the desk when she grabbed Cas's old sketchbook. 

"That's Cas's sketchbook. The guy is always drawing bees," Dean mumbled, looking through the stuff on the table Ash was working on. Dean froze at the same time Sam realized it. Dean shouldn't know what Cas draws in his sketchbook. He shouldn't even know that Cas has a sketchbook. Dean looked up at Sam in a mix of horror and confusion. 

"When did you remember that?" Sam asked. Dean blinked at him. 

"I don't know...I just...said it. It wasn't like I was like, 'oh, look what I remember!'" Dean snapped. 

"Wow, these are incredible. When we get him back, we're going to have to compare work. These are gre..." Ash trailed off as her eyes went wide. 

"What is it?" Dean asked, attempting to grab the sketchbook from her hands. She slammed it close and hid it behind her back. 

"Nothing," she said, cheeks pink with a sudden blush. Sam had a feeling he knew what was in that sketchbook. Dean, on the other hand, wasn't having the secretivity. He grabbed the sketchbook from Ash's hand and flipped through it. He stopped suddenly and his jaw basically fell open. 

"Oh my god," Dean said in practically a whisper. "It was me, wasn't it?"  


Well...that chapter wasn't supposed to be about what it was about, but oh well. I might write another one today...I don't know. I still have to finish my chapters for that scholarship. I'm a slacker lol. But Dean knows now that Cas was in love with him...we'll see how it goes from here. 

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