Tell me where we go from here 15/?
Chapter 15
Dean left Amy's house with Cas on his heel and for a moment it felt odd that it wasn't Sam one step behind him. However, Sam was a big boy and he would do the observation job just fine and with the parents still working chances were slim that Sam would get in trouble until they were back.
But who knew, that kid had a talent for getting in trouble. Dean sighed and forced himself to think about the task at hand. It was a nice day, sunny and warm, and he could probably kill something soon, so life was good.
Over the roof of the Impala he watched Cas until his head disappeared beneath the roof top. It was a really nice day, Dean decided.
"What do you think of Amy?" Cas asked when Dean started the car. They passed the neighbor's house and Dean had a closer look at it but it was just an ordinary house so he focused on the street instead and left that part of the job to Sam.
"Amy? She's nice." Dean made a turn. Baby felt heavier today and he wondered if Sam had packed the trunk with books again. "And she knows how to bake, you should have tried those cookies."
Cas didn't say anything to that but there was something on his mind, Dean could tell.
"What?" He finally asked when Cas still hadn't said a word a minute later.
"You know." Cas shook his head. "If I had my full powers I could just go over and find out what they are. But like this?" He spread his fingers in front of him and just stared at them as if they were something offensive.
"We'll fix this." Dean promised. "I'll fix this."
He reached over and caught Cas' left wrist with his hand. At least he tried to. For some reason his hand went miles off its target. Dean frowned at his hand. Why didn't it want to obey?
"Dean!" Cas suddenly yelled next to him. Why did he have to yell? He was right here. Right here. Dean wanted to tell him that but for some reason his tongue had doubled its size and it had grown fur, at least it felt that way, and Dean couldn't form the words.
"Dean!" More frantic now and now Cas reached for the wheel. Dean batted his hand away but hit the passenger seat instead.
"Dean, stop the car!"
Dean wasn't sure how they ended up at the side of the road but at some point the car had stopped.
However, the world kept moving. Dean blinked to make it stop but the stupid street in front of him didn't stop swaying. Suddenly he had too much pooling saliva in his mouth and his stomach clenched.
"I'm gonna ..." Dean had barely enough time to open the door and lean sideways before he tossed his cookies. In this case quite literally and he snickered at that but that got some of the stuff up his nose and that was just gross.
"Dean." Somehow Cas was at his side. Maybe he could teleport again, that would be awesome. He wanted to tell him that but instead he puked a bit more. Right on Cas' shoes with splatters up his pants.
"Sorry." Dean mumbled. "I'm not feeling so great." It came out with a snicker and more cookies. Or was it a Snickers? Did he have a Snickers with the cookies? Dean didn't know but the thought was funny. Was a Snickers called snickers because it made you snicker? And could he say that three times in a row?
"Dean, look at me." Cas held his head between his hands and that was good. Dean wasn't sure if his head wanted to fall apart or fly away like a balloon but it was good that Cas were holding it. Very thoughtful of him.
Cas' face swam in his vision.
"I think I got drugged." Dean said but wasn't sure if Cas understood the mashed together sounds. He swallowed a few times against the rising bile in his throat but then he had to give in. Cas held his head while Dean spit out more cookies and bitter slime.
Dean flinched back when something touched his chest but that only ended with his head banging against the door frame. He grunted in pain when he felt a second hand on the throbbing spot on his head but he was pretty sure that both of his hands were dangling somewhere farther downwards. Did he have three hands now? Or four?
When he saw the telltale angelic light coming from his chest he knew what or better who was touching him and he relaxed into the touch, trusting Cas to hold him. His body relaxed when the light washed through him, leaving him drained and tired.
"I could get rid of most of the drug. It shouldn't kill you now." He heard Cas voice from a distance but the words meant nothing to him. "I'm sorry I can't do more."
"'s okay, Cas." Dean mumbled. His stomach had settled down and that was all he was asking for.
"Here." A water bottle appeared under his nose.
Dean rinsed his mouth and then drank greedily the rest of the bottle. Half of it ran down his chin and over his chest but the wet t-shirt didn't bother him. Maybe he could win a contest with this. He smiled to that but couldn't open his eyes far enough to see if Cas got the joke. Probably not and the effort wasn't worth it so he let his eyelids drop. He drifted on the brink of consciousness, more than willing to give in to sleep. He would feel better after some rest.
Sam. That thought yanked him back. Sam was with Amy and Amy had drugged him with the cookies so Sam was in danger. He needed to go back to Sam. Now.
"Dean." Cas? Since when had he been here? Dean couldn't remember.
"S'm." Dean tried to force the word over his tongue but that stupid thing refused to cooperate.
"I'll go back to Sam." Cas promised, gently pressing him back into the seat.
Right. The Impala. He was in the car. He didn't need to walk to Sam, he could drive.
"Cas, you're so smart." Dean said, or maybe not, he wasn't sure, but he was busy with getting his legs back inside the car anyway.
"Dean, you're not driving." Cas said and Dean just frowned at him. Of course he wasn't driving, his legs were still outside and Cas was standing in the open door, duh.
Suddenly the world spun again when Cas yanked him out of the seat into a standing position. Dean tried to get his legs under him but they refused to hold him and so he just hung in Cas arms like a rag doll.
Now they were hugging in public, on an open street in broad daylight, super. Dean should puke down Cas' back for that. He deserved it. Dean's stomach grumbled in anticipation but that was it. No more puking. Lucky bastard.
Before he could figure out what was going on Dean lay in the back seat of the car and Cas closed the door. Dean shifted a bit to not leave puke foot prints on the door but there was nothing he could do about the stuff on his legs.
"Sorry, Baby." He dropped his head, using his arm as a pillow. He just wanted to sleep but Sam needed him.
The front door opened and closed and now he could see Cas' head floating over the back of the seat.
"S'm." Dean repeated with as much urgency in his voice as he could master, his mind too dizzy to express his concerns but he was sure that Cas would understand.
"Don't worry, Dean." Cas started the engine and Baby came to life with a jolt.
"Easy there." Dean wanted to say but then Cas got the hang of it and eased the car back on the road. The familiar purr of his car lulled Dean to sleep.
Dean woke up feeling like shit. He squinted around the unfamiliar motel room. Two beds but the other one looked untouched.
"Sam?" He asked but his voice was hoarse and the taste in his mouth alone made him gag. There was a pounding in his head and his whole body ached and he just wanted to turn around and go back to sleep. But now he'd noticed the bad taste in his mouth and his bladder was full as well and he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep like this. His clothes clung to him and the sour smell of sweat and old puke hit him. A shower was probably a good idea.
He must have been really drunk if he hadn't even bothered to kick off his shoes, he thought when he noticed that he still had his boots on, traces of puke included.
Dean made his way over to the bathroom, no Sam there either, and sighed in relieve when he emptied his bladder. Next was brushing his teeth but his tooth brush wasn't there. Did he leave his stuff in the car?
His head pulsed with every beating of his heart and he had to brace himself on the rim of the sink until the feeling of his head cracking open subdued to a tolerable pounding again.
The motel provided a small tube of toothpaste so he brushed his teeth with that and his finger. That would have to do for now.
Dean looked up at his reflection in the mirror. He didn't just feel like shit, he looked like shit, too. Dark shadows under his bloodshot eyes, sweaty hair standing in all direction and he was pretty sure he should have more color in his face than the tiles behind him.
He had still no idea where he was or how he got here and most of all where Sam was but that had to wait a few minutes longer. He would feel better after a shower. At least he hoped so.
The motel had the cheapest soap and shampoo but that was all he had and the hot water hitting his neck worked out some of the kinks there.
When he stepped out of the shower stall he did feel better until he realized that he only had the old sweaty clothes he had slept in.
"Awesome." He muttered but put them back on. He should have thought of getting his things from the car before he had his shower but thinking wasn't his strong suit at the moment.
His phone and the motel key lay on the nightstand but not his car keys. Which was odd. A quick look outside confirmed that the Impala wasn't in the lot.
"Sam took it?" Dean wondered, already hitting speed dial to find out where his brother went. "And where's Cas?"
Bits and pieces came back to him. He had been with Cas before he woke up here. Wherever here was. And something about cookies?
Sam's phone went to voice-mail and Dean just barked a "Call me." into the mouthpiece before he cut off the connection and dialed Cas instead.
Cas' gravelly voice told him to leave a message but he didn't bother with that.
"This is not good." Dean mumbled to himself while his head started to pound in earnest again.
Amy had drugged him with the cookies, he remembered that now.
He had puked his guts out in the middle of the street with Cas holding his head, he remembered that too. Everything else was lost in a dark mist but he guessed that Cas had dumped him here and then went to get Sam.
Dean checked his watch. About four hours since they'd left Amy's. Neither Sam nor Cas were answering their phone.
"This is so not good." Dean grabbed the few things he had with him, at least he had his gun in the waistband of his jeans and a knife in his jacket so he wasn't completely unarmed, and left the motel room.
Chapter 16
Masterpost