Post by Thunderclaw5 on Jan 18, 2013 18:14:11 GMT -5
"It's the repetition of trust that leads to faith. And once that faith becomes a deep conviction, things begin to happen."
Dean smiled. Having just finished a job in Las Vegas, today was a normal day. Wake up, eat, go kill some evil spirits, wait for the next job. He was on his way back to the hotel. Cas had called him earlier, saying he was "taking a break." Yeah right, like killing demons and evil bastards was a "break".
Dean turned to his favorite radio station. It was playing Carry on my Wayward Son. For some reason, that song was one of his favorites. Every time he thought about why that was, he just got this chill down his back. It was ironically fitting to him and Sam. He and Sam were definitely wayward sons. Dean closed his eyes remembering his childhood, the good days before he had no worries. He opened his eyes quickly when he heard the screech of the oncoming truck, swerving to avoid it.
After several more hours of driving, they finally arrived at the hotel where Castiel told them to meet him. "You sure this is the place, Dean? I mean, Cas has standards."
"Maybe he had some secret stuff he had to tell us," Dean suggested.
Dean pulled out the keys to the room, unlocking the door. He walked in to see all the furniture torn and singed. "What the hell happened here?"
"I don't have a clue," said Sammy, "I'll get the guns."
As Sam went to retrieve the guns, Dean took a tour of the carnage. Then he saw Cas on the couch. Dean ran over to him and checked him for a pulse. Thankfully, he had a pulse. But, as with the rest of Dean's life, there was a snag. He wouldn't wake up. No matter how many times Dean tried, Cas just wouldn't wake up. He didn't appear to be hurt in any way.
As Sam walked in with two sawed-off double-barrel shotguns, Dean noticed a shiny object on the table. It appeared to be a bronze-and-green wand. As Sam picked the mysterious object up, they hear the toilet flush. Dean took one of the shotguns, and the two brothers stealthily walk over to the bathroom. Outside the door, they saw a strange looking red hat.
From the bathroom, they heard humming and the sounds of a mysterious person washing their hands. Then, the sink turned off and a man walked out, straightening his bow tie. He checked his watch, exclaiming, "Well, you're here earlier than I expected. Seventeen and a half minutes to be exact. Timing aside, I know something you'll probably want to know. If you ever want to see Castiel awake again, you'll have to trust me."
"And why should we trust you? I've met a lot of evil sons of bitches that told me to trust them," Dean said, an edge to his voive.
"You must trust me, because I am the Doctor."
Note-This is my very first fic, please be kind
Note 2- NOW ON FANFICTION
Note 3- Thanks to Red Fez for editing it
Dean smiled. Having just finished a job in Las Vegas, today was a normal day. Wake up, eat, go kill some evil spirits, wait for the next job. He was on his way back to the hotel. Cas had called him earlier, saying he was "taking a break." Yeah right, like killing demons and evil bastards was a "break".
Dean turned to his favorite radio station. It was playing Carry on my Wayward Son. For some reason, that song was one of his favorites. Every time he thought about why that was, he just got this chill down his back. It was ironically fitting to him and Sam. He and Sam were definitely wayward sons. Dean closed his eyes remembering his childhood, the good days before he had no worries. He opened his eyes quickly when he heard the screech of the oncoming truck, swerving to avoid it.
After several more hours of driving, they finally arrived at the hotel where Castiel told them to meet him. "You sure this is the place, Dean? I mean, Cas has standards."
"Maybe he had some secret stuff he had to tell us," Dean suggested.
Dean pulled out the keys to the room, unlocking the door. He walked in to see all the furniture torn and singed. "What the hell happened here?"
"I don't have a clue," said Sammy, "I'll get the guns."
As Sam went to retrieve the guns, Dean took a tour of the carnage. Then he saw Cas on the couch. Dean ran over to him and checked him for a pulse. Thankfully, he had a pulse. But, as with the rest of Dean's life, there was a snag. He wouldn't wake up. No matter how many times Dean tried, Cas just wouldn't wake up. He didn't appear to be hurt in any way.
As Sam walked in with two sawed-off double-barrel shotguns, Dean noticed a shiny object on the table. It appeared to be a bronze-and-green wand. As Sam picked the mysterious object up, they hear the toilet flush. Dean took one of the shotguns, and the two brothers stealthily walk over to the bathroom. Outside the door, they saw a strange looking red hat.
From the bathroom, they heard humming and the sounds of a mysterious person washing their hands. Then, the sink turned off and a man walked out, straightening his bow tie. He checked his watch, exclaiming, "Well, you're here earlier than I expected. Seventeen and a half minutes to be exact. Timing aside, I know something you'll probably want to know. If you ever want to see Castiel awake again, you'll have to trust me."
"And why should we trust you? I've met a lot of evil sons of bitches that told me to trust them," Dean said, an edge to his voive.
"You must trust me, because I am the Doctor."
Note-This is my very first fic, please be kind
Note 2- NOW ON FANFICTION
Note 3- Thanks to Red Fez for editing it
"He opened his eyes quickly when he heard the screech of the oncoming truck, and swerved to avoid it." Laughed aloud at that; great. XD I do find it interesting that he likes that song... /See/, Bridget?! Wayward sons for the win.
