Be True to Your Heart

Chapter 3

Keep checking back, I'm continually adding chapters as I go, and when I get in a mood to write I can sometimes add a ot of chapters all in the same day. Like today, lol. Working on Chapter 4 now, should be up shortly.

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When Dean returned to the bunker he found Sam hunkered down on the sofa in the living area, lap top perched on his long legs, typing away. "Where were you?" Sam asked. "I went to the diner." Dean said as he shrugged out of his wet jacket. "Is it raining again?" Sam asked. "It's pouring." Dean replied as he laid his coat over the back of a chair. He stopped by the sofa and Sam looked up expectantly. "What's up?" Dean ran a hand through his wet hair. "I ran into a lady tonight, her car broke down. I told her I'd take a look at it in the morning. Can you go with me? It's one of those newfangled cars with a motherboard." "Sure." Sam said. "Ok, just be ready in the morning, ok? I'm going to take a shower and go to bed." Dean walked away and Sam watched him go, wondering what had caused his brother to suddenly do this random act of kindness. The woman must be hot. He wondered about Cas. Dean was in denial about his feelings but Sam knew how his older brother felt about the former angel and it had bothered him seeing how devastated Dean was seeing Cas leave. He knew that Dean missed him terribly. The idiot was too stubborn to admit to that though. It was worse than that cheesy soap Dean loved so much, Dr. Sexy. This was like a living soap opera where the main characters were in love but too foolish to actually say the words to one another. He just hoped that at some point one or the other of them would come around.

The next morning it was still drizzling but the heavy rains of the night before were gone and Dean was glad for that. He dressed warm, laying a heavier jacket over his flannel over a tee shirt, and so far he was warm enough. He grabbed his tool box and the diagnostic tool kit to check the onboard computer. Sam met him by the front door. "So what's her name?" He asked. "Cassandra." Dean replied, handing him the diagnostic kit. "Cassandra." Sam repeated, letting the word roll over his tongue. Funny how close her name was to Cas. "Is she pretty?" Dean shot him a look of annoyance. "I suppose so." Sam grinned. "Can't wait to meet her." Dean grumbled something as he marched out to the Impala and got behind the wheel. Sam slid in next to him. Baby started right up, purring like a kitten and easing Dean's annoyance with his brother. The drive to the motel was a short one and he parked in front of room nineteen. "Wait here." He told his brother as he got out and knocked on the motel room door. Sam rolled the window down halfway so he could get a good look at the woman that answered the door. Cassandra opened it before Dean was even done knocking. She smiled brightly. "Hi." He smiled back. "Hi." She looked even better today with her hair dry and her make up back in place. Instead of the soaking wet dress she'd been wearing last night, she was now dressed in jeans that hugged her every curve and a blue blouse with a v neck that hinted at the top of cleavage. The fact that she wasn't some skinny little thing was actually very sexy and for the briefest moment he wondered what it would be like to grab her by her hips and press her up against the wall, to kiss her. But immediately her face was replaced by an image of Cas, that smile Dean loved so much playing on his lips, those blue eyes looking straight into his soul and any romantic interest he felt for Cassandra was immediately squashed. He cleared his throat and smiled politely. "I brought my brother Sam with to check out the computer." He pointed back toward the car. Sam smiled and waved. She waved back. "So, do you want to wait here or do you want to come with?" He asked. "I want to come with. Just let me grab my stuff. I need to check out anyway." He watched from the doorway as she shrugged on a sweater before putting her trench coat back on. "Here, I'll grab your bags." He took them from her when she grabbed them off the end of her bed and carried them to the trunk of the Impala. Cassandra was walking toward the office. "I'll meet you guys around the corner." She said and he nodded. When he got back behind the wheel Sam was looking at him with a smug smile on his face. "What?" He asked, his annoyance returning. "Nothing. She's pretty hot though." Sam said casually. "Then you date her if you like her so much." Dean snapped as he pulled the car around to the front. Sam snickered softly, turning serious again when Cassandra slid into the backseat. As Dean started driving Sam struck up a conversation with Cassandra, learning much of the same information Dean had the night before. "So what do you guys do for a living?" She asked. Sam and Dean shared a look that she didn't quite understand before Sam turned back to smile at her. "We're consultants. Government work mostly. Can't really go into detail, but it's terribly dull anyway." She got the sense that Sam was lying, and that lying was also not his strong suit. Dean looked annoyed with his brother. "Hmm, consultants. Dean didn't strike me as being a consultant." She said and looked over at Dean. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were on the road ahead. "We mostly study folklore, history of a particular region, legends, anything that can help with a case." Sam dared to explain further. "What about you?" She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I am a secretary for an insurance company. Nothing glamorous. I couldn't find a use for my degree after college, so when I found that job I was just glad to have an income at all." Sam nodded. "I can understand that." When they pulled up behind Cassandra's car the drizzle had finally eased up and Dean was glad he wasn't going to have to get wet while he was working. "Keys?" He held out a hand to her and she dropped the car key in it. "Come on Sam." He got out and Sam did the same. He shot his brother a dirty look. "What? I was being friendly." Dean fished his took box out of the trunk and tossed the other one to Sam along with the car key. "Go check the computer Dr. Phil." Sam snickered again and Dean felt like punching that smug look off hsi face. In his pocket his phone vibrated. He pulled it out, feeling a little jolt of excitement when Cas' name lit up on the screen. "Hey man, where are you?"" He asked, softly. "Hello Dean. I believe I am in Portland. It doesn't stop raining here." Cas sighed. "Yeah, I know, I've been there. What made you decide to go there?" Dean asked. Cas was quiet for a moment. "I'm not really sure. It just sounded like a nice place to start over." Dean felt that tightness again in his throat. "You didn't have to start over at all. You could have stayed in the bunker with Sam, with me." Dean tried to keep his tone even, not betraying the emotional turmoil that was storming inside him. "Dean..." Cas sighed. "What?" Dean asked, perhaps a bit too sharply. He thought maybe he was hearing the same longing he felt in Cas' voice when he said his name but figured he was reading too much into it. "I wanted to say that I think I found a case here. A woman died last month in a freak accident, and ever since then people have been dying mysteriously. They all knew the victim." Dean's heart fell. Damn it, did Cas have any feelings at all for him? "Oh. Sounds like a standard salt and burn. Do you want me to come and help?" He asked, hopefully. "I think I can handle this one alone Dean. I just thought I would check in with you and let you know." Cas replied. This time it was Dean tht sighed. "Oh." There was a long moment of silence before Cas spoke again. "Are you well Dean?" I'd be better if you were here with me, Dean thought. "Yeah, I'm good. Just working on a car. Met a lady last night and her car had broken down, so Sam and I are trying to figure out what's wrong with it, get her back on the road." "Oh, that is very nice of you." Cas said. Talking to Cas like this was driving him nuts. He wanted to beg him to come home. "I'm going to go now Dean. If I have any problems I will call you." Cas said. "Call anytime. For any reason." He stressed the last part, hoping Cas understood what he meant. "Thank you Dean, that means a lot to me." Cas said. They said goodbye and Dean shoved his phone back in his pocket. When he turned around he found Sam standing there, staring at him, a small smile on his face. "Was that Cas?" Dean glared at him. He hated when Sam got like this. "Yeah, he found a case up in Portland, but he's working it alone. Says he'll call if he needs us." Sam's smile dropped. "What is it?" "A vengeful spirit." Dean replied. Sam nodded. "Should be simple enough. Oh, and I figured out what's wrong with the car." Dean's expression relaxed. Cars he was willing to talk about, Cas he was not. "What is it?" "She burned out the motherboard. We should be able to get it fixed. Need to get to the Honda dealer downtown though and get a new one." Sam replied. "Then let's go get it and get her on the road." Dean said as he tossed his tool kit back in the trunk. Sam nodded and they got back in the car. All Dean wanted to do was get her car fixed and get her on the road again.