The drive was nice. I had my music playing. Cas seemed to be understanding it and liking it. Occasional I would let Sam drive for an hour or two. In about eight hours we arrived in town. I pulled into a cheap looking motel and asked for one room. The guy gave us a weird look. I would have too. Two grown men and a teenage boy all checking into one room.
The room had its standard two beds, table and chairs.
"If we're not all tired, I have a couple things for us." I Pulled out a box that was in my bag. Inside were two fake IDs, two fake FBI badges.
"Where did you get those?" Sam gawked.
"Dad." I shrugged. "However, Sam, you look too young to use one. Cas and I will handle them."
"Aw come on!" He whined.
I then pulled out a few of my guns. Sam's jaw dropped to the ground.
I had about five guns set out and my own gun in hand.
"Cas, do you know how to shoot?" I asked. "Sam knows well enough. I've taken him shooting a couple times."
"No. I have never handled a gun before." He said.
"Well, I expect you can handle yourself then. I've never really seen your Angel mojo in work, but I hope you'll be okay with out a gun."
"I would do very well without one."
"Good."
"Sam, do you want to go get some food while I clean the guns?" I asked.
"Yeah sure. I can take the Impala right?"
"Yeah. Don't forget the pie."
"Hey Cas."
"Yes Dean." He said before clutching his head and falling to the ground. I ran over to him and picked him him. I carried him over to the bed while he cried in agony. He was having another vision.
"Cas! Cas! Come on! You're alright. Breathe. Breathe Cas. Just Relax." I said to Cas.
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FanfictionDean had been taking care of Sam for years. Even after he quit high school, he still stayed so that Sam could finish it. He got a job at a repair shop and no longer relied on his Uncle Bobby or his dad. He supported him and Sam on his own. One day...
