Two Worlds VI

XX

Wright, Wyoming...

I watched outside at the pouring rain outside we were driving through. My dad stayed quiet, and the back of the car was packed with bags of our belongings.

We soon came to the new house and I stepped out reluctantly, looking up to it. I slumped my shoulders slightly as my dad started emptying out the car, walking past me to the door.

"Carry," He huffed slightly, holding out the keys with his finger to me, his arms too full.

I went to him and took the keys, opening the door for him. He went in and I looked back to the light rain our car was getting doused in. He came back out.

"Come on and help me, kiddo," He rubbed my back and went back to the car. I breathed heavily and went to the car as well.

I grabbed my bag and went into the house reluctantly.

"You can pick your own room," He told me, carrying his things upstairs. I held my arm as I looked around.

I went upstairs and set my things in a room. I looked around at the peeling wall paper and stepped over the creaking boards.

"Carry," I heard my dad call me from down stairs, and I looked to the door slightly, "I've got sandwiches, if you want one."

I went down, and sat at the table. He gave me a plate with a sandwich on it, smiling at me slightly. I just sat down quietly and started eating.

"The, uh, movers said they'd be here soon, there was a traffic jam on the way from your mom's house." He told me, starting to clean the cupboards. I kept quiet and stopped eating slowly. He sighed, "Look, I know you don't like this, but we're doing this for your sake." He turned back to me, "Please try and just understand that."

"Right," I held my cheek and stared at the floor, "That's why you fought for full custody." He breathed heavily and went back to cleaning. I got up, setting the plate on the table.

"You know you can always visit your mom, she's only a few blocks away." He suggested and I went upstairs.

After going into my room, I sat with my things surrounding me. I hugged my knees to my chest and shut my eyes tightly.

I wished this all was just a dream, and the divorce hadn't happened, and that everything was how it was before, but I guess not, right?

Meanwhile, Cas...

I got into the motel room in Wyoming and shut the door behind me, breathing heavily. I set down my bag on the bed and took off my soaked jacket. Vincent was fussing with his hair in the bathroom and Guy was changing his hoodie and shorts in the corner of the room. Jack was sitting at the table with his wet mess of hair tied up into a man bun on the top of his head as he was already looking around.

"Anything?" I asked him, going next to him.

"Not yet," He said, and I nodded, kissing his cheek and rubbing his back.

"Alright," I started going to my bag, "I'm gonna shower." I kicked Vincent out of the bathroom.

"Hey," He said, looking at me. I stuck my tongue out and left the door open to a crack as I got into the shower. I started washing myself, "So, our plan is what, exactly?" Vincent said loudly so I could also hear, "Trap an angel that's gone rogue and then what? What's the next step?"

"Try and talk some sense into him." Jack said.

"How?" Vincent asked.

"It's more of a plan than you have." I heard Guy tell him, and I smirked slightly.