February 18th, 2012
“Dean, anything coming up?” Sam's voice rang through Deans ears as he turned his head to look at his brother Dean. He kept still in his stance of absentmindedly staring at a book under his line of sight. He had his brows drawn low and his eyes had a distant look in them. When he didn't respond, his brother's voice called out once more, with a strong sense of worry etched into his tone. “Dean?” His voice was slightly louder this time.
Hearing his voice, Dean repeatedly blinked, looking up and making eye contact with him. “What? What do you want? I'm working”
A slight chuckle fell from Sams lips, accompanied by a grin as he pressed his lips into a line, flicking his eyes to the ground. “No you're not.” He shook his head as Dean rolled his eyes and looked to the side in annoyance. Without answering, Dean pulled himself off of the chair and walked to the other side of the dingy motel room. He dug his hand into the deep blue suitcase to grab a knife, twisting the tip of the blade between his thumb and forefinger.
“I don't know, man. We've been on this for—how long? I don't think it's our kind of case. It just seems like a normal disappearance.” He ran a hand over his face, leaning on the red-brown stained wall. “You sure you didn't see anything else in the house? Just...empty rooms? The vics girlfriend said she turned her head for 2, 3 seconds, and when she looked back, he was gone. Nothing I can think of is that fast.” He pushed his body up again, stretching an arm up so his fingertips reached the back of his neck and scratching slightly. He looked at Sam with wide eyes, silently asking for answers. Sam laid a hand on the sheet of the bed and offered Dean a short shrug.
“I don’t know. There’s nothing to go on, but the thing is…we don’t know anything that fast. Including humans. I mean, other than crusty wallpaper, the only thing I saw was—” He quickly blinked as Dean cut him off, a sense of suspicion in his tone.
“The only thing? You said there was absolutely nothing there. I mean, I don’t care how crazy it sounds. I can deal with crazy. We’ve got absolutely nothing right now. Spit it out.” He raised a brow, gesturing for his brother to answer.
Dean watched Sam as he sighed and shook his head, flicking his eyes downwards. “I…” She paused, looking back up to make eye contact. “Dean, it’s nothing important, really. It’s just…” He chewed his cheek and looked up, sucking in a breath. “There was this…Statue. Admittedly, a pretty creepy one but…It’s a statue. Statues don’t move.”
Dean felt himself suck a short breath as he ran a calloused hand through his breath. Statues don’t move. He remembered telling himself the same sentence, only a few months ago. An image of the grinning angel flashed before his eyes before he flicked them shut, shaking his head to clear it of the image. As he swallowed, he heard the springs of the mattress as Sam worriedly shifted.
“D-Dean?” Sam worried aloud. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He stepped up, and Dean flicked a hand, telling him he was okay.
“Nothing, it’s just…I thought of something for a minute. It’s stupid.” He shrugged quickly, pacing back over to his chair. “Say for a second, statues could move. Either way, what would it do with him in the end?” He spread his hands out. As he watched Sam consider his answer, the sound of fluttering wings filled his ears. He flicked his head over to the middle of the room, where the sound was coming to see a black haired man in a trenchcoat standing before him.
“Cas?” Sam called from the bed, standing up and wiping his hands on his jeans. “What’s up?” He raised a brow, walking over to him and stopping in front of him.
The angel stayed quiet for a moment, tilting his head to study the room. As he caught sight of the stain on the wall that was almost certainly blood, a look of confusion fell on his face as he tilted it to the side. Turning his gaze back to Sam, he let his moutch hang open for a minute before speaking.
“I…apologize for dropping in so quickly, but I think something serious could be happening. What were you talking about? Statues? What did they look like?” He narrowed his eyes at Sam, awaiting an answer.
Not expecting Cas to ask this, Sam stuttered before answering.
“Well, I…Uh…I don’t know. Just a normal statue. There was only one. I think…I’m pretty sure it had wings. We—We can go take another look if you want. Why?”
Cas pursed his lips, drawing his brows down in thought. “No…” He muttered in a dry voice. “No I don’t think that will be necessary. But thank you. Now if you’ll excuse me…” He gave them a nod, preparing to leave the room, before Dean jumped out of his chair, stopping him.
“Hey, Cas, wait a second!” He raised his voice at him, watching as the angel tilted his head at him in question of what he needed. “What are they?”
Cas considered this for a moment before looking at both of the brothers, getting ready to hop out again.
“Statues. I assure you, it’s nothing to worry about. I…was concerned for nothing. Forget about them.” He nodded. Dean shrugged, not exactly taking this for an explanation, but knowing that Cas would never let them be in danger without telling them. Convincing himself that the night in the graveyard, he was tired afterall and nodded, raising a hand in a wave.
The angel mimicked him, getting ready to fly away. “Goodbye, and thank you.” He smiled at his friends.
\However, he never got to take off, because at that very moment, a blue box crashed through the window, smashing right into Cas, skidding over him and crashing beside him. A man popped out of the box with a grin.
“Hello. I’m The Doctor!”