Case 3: Saving Private Cas

[a_righteous_man]

Dean, Sam, and Xander had run out of Los Angeles like a bat of out of hell. No time to say goodbye to friends and no time to really get their shit together. They simply leapt into the Impala, put the pedal to the floor, and were gone.

Dean didn’t want to leave, but knew it was wiser to run than fight an angel of the Lord right now.

Operation Saving

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[1eyedzeppo]

Xander grinned in return and stood to accept her hand. "Yeah, they told me you're a seer and that you maybe able to find our missing er..." He glanced back to the Winchesters for a go ahead to tell her and figured she'd need to be told at some point...that is if she didn't already know.

"Angel."

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Missouri gripped his hand. "I know, boy." She then laid her free hand over his and her smile softened.

After a moment she said, "Don't worry Xander. You should have as much faith in yourself as you do in your friend." She cast a chilly gaze to Dean and Sam. "Besides, this Apocalypse is not for Buffy to fight. The one who is going to finish it is standing right behind you."

[1eyedzeppo]

Xander's eye widened and he gaped like a fish before remembering something important. Oh duh, she's psychic. He nodded towards her and smiled. "Yeah thanks, but angels are a new territory for me. Kinda nervous."

He looked over his shoulder at the brother. "You mean one of them?"

[a_righteous_man]

"Besides, this Apocalypse is not for Buffy to fight. The one who is going to finish it is standing right behind you."

Dean resisted all reaction to Missouri's statement, but she had pinned her gaze on him before casting it to his brother. If she could read minds, he was all but screaming Don't tell Sam yet why it's me! Don't tell Sam yet why it's me! like a chant.

He shot Xander a look. "I didn't get pulled out of Hell for my good looks." He offered, shrugging off the tension as best he could.

[iron_and_salt]

Sam snorted. "Although you'd like to think that were true," he said. He gave Missouri a small smile and wave from behind Xander, not missing her cold look. Hoo boy, this was going to be just as awesome as the rest of their trip.

[1eyedzeppo]

Xander noticed the tension and decided to step in and try to ease it even more. He noticed the chilly stares Mosley kept sending the brothers and wondered exactly what the story was.

He glanced at Dean with a look of surprise. "It wasn't? How could not be? I mean just looking at you makes me want to create art!" He tried to look sincere but it was ruined by his struggle to keep from laughing.

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(ooc: oh no, they arnt' getting off that easy

[a_righteous_man]

Dean shot Sam a look, but at the same time heard Xander. His brows went up in surprise. "Dude, I know I'm good lookin' but don't ruin our beautiful friendship talkin' like that." He chuckled nervously as Missouri took his package.

Dean's laughter died as she tore into him. His smile faded and he soldiered up. In a flash his running mantra of Don't tell Sam! silenced and his mind was completely devoid of thought.

Project? I don't... He thought before stilling that thought as well. Of course he did. It was the only way he could convey what he wanted to say when words would either fail him or not be heard.

Dean swallowed and cast his eyes to the floor as the woman turned to confront Sam. He was lost in himself for a moment, considering her words as she then took Xander and held him gently into the parlor.

Dean followed and took a seat on the stiff sofa, leaving space for his brother. He didn't dare put his feet on the coffee table. Not like last time.

"So, uh...should we get right to business then?" Dean suggested.

[iron_and_salt]

Sam looked down, clearing his throat. He could still feel the blood, warm in his throat, running through him, like liquor. He didn't feel drunk, just... steady. He felt ashamed; she'd said everything he didn't want to think, but now that he'd heard it, he knew she was right. When she turned away, he glanced over at Dean, trying to read him. He kept looking at Dean as Missouri led them into the house, and sat down in the space Dean left. His hands were still tightly clenched in his jacket pockets, but he hoped maybe Dean would get that, through his acceptance of the seat, the anger at Dean had abated. He'd apologize later, even if Dean called him a girl or a bitch or something.