The impala roared down the highway. An awkward silence had taken over the passengers, and Dean shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Alright, I can't take this anymore," He groaned, and leaned forward, clicking on the radio. Back in Black started. Dean bobbed his head up and down, and started drumming on the steering wheel, singing along.
Christie groaned, "Ugh, cassette tapes, really? The eighties called, they want their music back."
Dean glanced back at her, "House rules, Chris. Driver picks the music-"
"Shotgun shuts his cake-hole," Sam muttered. Dean smirked, "See? Sammy knows." He reached over, and ruffled Sam's hair. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Then let me drive," Christie argued. Dean laughed, "There's no way I'm letting you drive Baby." He patted the dashboard lovingly, then started rocking to the music again.
All of the sudden, Christie spotted a form in the middle of the road up ahead.
"Uh, Dean? What is that?" Christie asked. Dean was still busy rocking out, and didn't hear her. The thing in the middle of the road became clearer. It was a man. He wore a white shirt, a blue tie, dark pants, and ……a trench coat?
"Dean!" Sam yelled, bracing himself against the dashboard. Dean slammed on the brakes, and the Impala screeched to a halt. The man walked towards the driver side window, his trench coat billowing behind him. Dean rolled down the window, "DAMMIT CAS! I almost turned you into a angelic pancake!"
"I am sorry to have alarmed you. I may have a case for you two." The man, Cas, replied, in a deep, gravelly voice.
"Uh, it's three now." Sam informed him, nodding his head towards Christie. Cas glanced behind him at Christie.
"'Angelic pancake?'" She asked Dean, tilting her head to the side. Cas looked back at Dean. "Who is that?" He asked.
Dean sighed. "Long story. What were you saying about a job?"
"A body was found in Utah. He drowned in the lake." Cas told him. Dean rubbed his forehead. "And how is this a case, Cas?" He asked, irritated.
"Parts of him were eaten." Cas replied, emphasizing the last word.
"Oh....." Dean looked down, "Yeah sounds like our kind of gig."
Cas nodded, and then vanished. Christie gasped.
"Looks like we're going to Utah." Dean sighed, putting the Impala in drive, and continuing down the road.
"Hey, what the hell was that? That guy-"
"Castiel." Sam corrected.
"CASTIEL, just like, winked out of existence, and you guys aren't even bothered by that?" Christie asked incredulously.
"We've seen stranger things." Dean replied.
"But- that's not possible! One minute he was there, and the next-"
"Look, kid. We're gonna find a diner somewhere and get some burgers, and we'll explain everything. Alright?" Dean interrupted, glancing in the mirror at her.
"Fine, " Christie grumbled.