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

Missouri stepped past Xander, coming up to Dean and taking the package out of his hands without a word. She eyed the two brothers, her gaze beginning to smolder.

"Quit your yellin' Dean Winchester!" She shot at the shorter of the two, closing her eyes in exasperation. "It's bad enough you were always one to project your thoughts. Got that from waiting by windows for your daddy to come home in the middle of the night. All ways was one to think if you thought hard enough he'd hear you and come home. I won't say anything but you best hurry the hell up and do it yourself or there will be hell to pay when the truth comes out."

Missouri set her jaw as silence now filled her mind. She looked to Sam. "And you. If you are going to be angry at your brother, Sam, it best be about something else other than that bit o' blood he got you that's burning a hole in your gut. I know you think there are a lot of things in this world you don't need help with, but that..." The black woman jabbed a finger into his chest right where the whiskey flask was. "Is something you can't do by yourself.

"It takes the support of a family and friends to break an addiction. Be glad your brother is willing to make nice with a person who makes his skin crawl and get it for you because you and I both know that would be the very least of what your daddy would do if he was here." Her voice dropped very low, now making the effort to exclude Xander slightly from the last bit of their conversation.

She pulled back, taking the package off her hip and turned to Xander. "Come Xander. Come have seat. And don't fret. I'm not that mad at the boys. They needed someone to set them right again." She offered, putting her hand over his shoulders and guiding him into the parlor.

[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.