Some Secrets Should Stay Secrets (Supernatural)

The Quest Begins

._.__.~Felicity~.__._.

I'd been searching for days now, with no luck. Of course, I didn't see many options here. Where could I possibly look? They vanished.

Three days had gone by, and I seriously missed my lover and the boys. I was damn near insanity. I never slept, I never ate, I was just focused on finding the only ones I could call family.

I called other hunters, asking them to keep an eye out. I thought to track them down using Sam or Dean's cell phones, but Django must've destroyed them.

But most of the time, I'd sit in my room and sulk. I'd hug my knees to my chest and sob, even with Echo trying to get me to play. They were gone, and I couldn't help but feel like that was my fault.

Echo would keep pawing at me, yanking on my shirt, growling quietly. I'd just push her away and mumble, "No, Echo. I'm not gonna play right now."

She'd whine and nudge my elbow with her nose. This always happened. Over the course of three days, this was a continuous event. And it was killing me.

"How am I supposed to find them?" I sobbed to no one in particular, hoping that maybe the universe could shed some light on the subject.

I'd never find them. Not at this rate, I wouldn't. But just like that, I got an idea.

I was sure that Django would tear Castiel a whole cosmos of new ones, as much as it pained me to think it. If Castiel were to be rendered unconscious, I could track him in his dreams. It was sure to work. It had to.

I'd never tried it long distance before, but I was more than determined. I concentrated on my lover, my angel, my Castiel. He was the center of my thoughts. The center of my focus. And before I knew it, my plan had worked. I was in his mind.

But it only half worked. Yes, I was in his mind. But he was still conscious. I could hear him screaming in pain. I could see him being tortured by Django. It broke my heart.

"Castiel!" I called out. "I'm here for you, lover! I'm here!"

Castiel yelled again. "What is the point of this, Django?" He practically growled.

"You took my favorite sister away from me," He replied coldly. "And now I am going to kill you. Slowly. Painfully. And by the end of it all, your ass will be roasting in holy fire."

He cut into him once again with the angel blade which resulted in another scream. I looked away, unable to watch this first person torture. I could tell he was near unconsciousness, and I prayed he would accept it.

"Castiel, I'm here! Please, Castiel! Please, lover!"

Pretty soon, he was unconscious. And I found myself face-to-face with my beautiful angel.

"Felicity?" He whispered.

I smiled tearfully. "Yes, lover. It's me."

We embraced each other, grateful to have one another. It had been a difficult three days for both of us.

"I missed you so much." He murmured.

"I missed you, too." I replied.

"How did you-"

"I tracked you just by focusing on you. And now, here I am."

"Oh, you're so beautiful. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, and I want you to know that. Don't you ever forget it."

I held back a sob. "Where are you? What's the address?"

"I'm not sure. It's an abandoned factory in Lebanon, Ohio."