Pretty, Reckless, Winchester

XVI. Somewhere Over the Rainbow

[Slumber Party]

Sam and Nate were working at the map table. Sam had talked to Crowley, before rejoining Nate. Dean and Holly walked through the door upstairs.

"Hey. How'd it go with Kevin?" Sam asked.

Dean and Holly exchanged a look before he said, "Oh, that little nerd is a lovely warded hotel room in Branson. He's got about 48 hours of pay-per-porn and Kenny Rogers ahead of him."

"Dean's idea." Holly said. "Felt I had to clarify."

"How's he feeling?" Nate inquired.

Dean and Holly walked down the stairs while he spoke. "Well, he stared at the Angel Tablet and repeated the word "falafe" for the entire ride. Kid's cracked. H and I are hoping this break will, uh, clear his head. You know, after everything that happened, I figured we could use a little break ourselves, so, I, uh, per Holly's request, picked you up season one 'Game of Thrones'. Figured we'd get a little takeout."

Sam looked between them. "Alright. Well, first, I think Nate and I might have found a way to help Cas."

Dean and Holly looked in concern and Holly asked, "Did either of you talk to him?"

"No." Sam and Nate replied.

Sam continued. "And, by the way, we still don't understand why he left in the first place. I mean, the bunker is the safest place for him. Bartholemew and--and who knows how many angels are out there, gunning for him."

Dean pursed his lips. "Hey, look, nobody wants him here more than me or Holly do, okay? But, uh, he felt like he'd bring trouble down on us, so he had to split. But if you two got a way to help him, we're all ears."

"Alright. So, Kevin said the table lit up like a Christmas tree when the angels fell, right?"

"So?" Dean and Holly pressed.

Nate looked up. "So it turns out each light was where a cluster of angels fell. So Sam and I are thinking maybe there's some way to hotwire this, make it track angels. That way, we might be able to help Cas steer clear of danger."

Dean and Holly exchanged a surprised look. "This was...your idea?" Dean said.

Sam looked around, slightly amused, while Nate smirked. Sam replied, "It was both of our idea. Do you see anybody else in here?"

Holly rested her elbows on the table a moment. "So, how would it work?"

Nate shook his head. "Oh, no idea. See, at first, we thought the table was the computer, but it's not. It turns out it's just part of it. We did find these cables underneath, and we followed them. You two are never gonna believe what we found."

They came to a room full of electrical panels, shelves, and a huge, old computer. Sam, Dean, Nate, and Holly entered.

"Voilà." Nate and Sam said.

"This is a computer?" Dean questioned.

Sam nodded. "Yeah--or it was in 1951, when it was installed. Now, here's the crazy thing. It's not plugged into anything. I mean, we have no idea what's making this thing work."

The four of them walked around to the other side of the computer. Dean and Holly put their hands on the back of it and he said, "It's warm here."

Holly looked around and found a flat screwdriver on the shelf behind her. She inserted it under the back panel of the computer and started jimmying it open. She gave a giant pull, and the panel popped off. She was sent stumbling back into the shelf behind her, before falling on her butt. She'd unknowingly knocked over a bottle containing gray liquid.