Second Generation (Supernatural Sam x OC)

Chapter 22: Jimmy The Angel Condom

Elliott couldn't help but stare. This was probably the strangest thing she had ever witnessed and she hunted monsters. Not-Castiel was sitting across from her shoveling fast food burgers into his gullet. Apparently Castiel the angel of the lord had been banished out of his vessel and sent to Heaven. This was of course right after the angel had sent Dean a message in his dream. That there was something urgent they needed to know and he had to tell them in person. The man in front of them sucked down his pop noisily.

They all sat around a little table in a crappy motel, unable to stop staring. It was so weird watching this man, Jimmy Novak. He looked like Castiel but that was it. Everything was different about him. The way he moved, his facial expressions, his vocabulary not to mention his voice. It was like night and day. Castiel's well known voice was deep, rough, and monotoned, but not Jimmy Novak. Jimmy's voice was much lighter and expressive.

"I'm hungry." Castiel- no Jimmy shrugged at Dean's judgmental stare and kept eating.

"When's the last time you ate?" Elliott tilted her head slightly as she watched with bugged eyes. Unable to look away.

"I don't know, months?" He shrugged again taking an even bigger bite.

"Cas said he wanted to tell us something." Sam fidgeted. "Please tell me you remember that?"

"I'm sorry. I can hardly remember anything. It's like being strapped to a comet." He slurped down the rest of his coke.

"Come on, anything." Dean rolled his eyes. "What do you know?"

"My name is Jimmy Novak. I'm from Pontiac Illinois. I have a family. Oh, my family. I need to get back to them. They must be so worried." Jimmy fretted.

Elliott wanted to reach out and comfort the man but held back. He may be a human now but not long ago he was possessed by a very powerful angel. Angels still gave her the heebie geebies, and knowing he wasn't an angel now didn't help calm her instincts.

"What the Hell are we supposed to do about this?" Elliott ran her fingers through her hair. She glanced around the empty parking lot before turning back to the Winchesters.

"He's got a family Ell. We send him home." Dean replied like it was obvious.

"Dean, he's the only lead we got." Sam sighed.

"Sam!" Elliott scolded. Sam twitched and gave her an apologetic smile.

"He doesn't know anything." Dean looked back to the motel room window, where the man sat watching tv.

"Dean maybe he doesn't even know what he knows." Sam tried this time for a gentler approach. Running a shaky hand through his shaggy mane, he sighed. "Maybe we get him to Bobby's try a psychic or something?" Elliott watched his hands fall to his side, fingers twitching anxiously.

"I don't know," Dean drawled looking to Elliott for help but Elliott was too focused on his brother's odd fidgeting. When Sam noticed her narrowed eyes on his hands, he balled them up into a fist to stifle their trembling. Then clearing his throat he relaxed his hands into his pockets, avoiding her suspicious eyes.

"We can't just let the only lead we got skip out." He continued not meeting Elliott's appalled glare.

"He's a person, Sam. Not a lead."

"Think about it, Ellie. If we want to question him, you can damn well bet the demons do too." He almost snapped at her.

"Dammit." Dean growled, not liking his logic.

It wasn't easy explaining to Jimmy that he couldn't go home. He definitely didn't take it well. They were so worried that he was a flight risk they decided to take turns to keep watch through the night.