It's like they knew...
Who: Dean and Sam Winchester (Maybe Bobby and Anna?)
When: Following Anna's message on the network
Where: Room 300
What: Dean discovers Cas is gone...and who he has been replaced with...
Dean hadn't crossed paths with his angelic roommate in several days...possibly a week. He hadn't even been able to find the scruffy nerdy dude to tell him that Bobby had been taken by the hotel yet. He had become so jaded of the comings and going of the hotel life that the hunter simply accepted that he would see Cas or by chance catch him in the room eventually. So that was no cause for alarm...
Until Anna told him she hadn't seen her brother.
Dean dropped everything he was doing in the garage, extracting, sorting, and storing various engine parts for later use, and headed straight to his room. He galloped up the stairs, avoiding the lift entirely, and came out on the third floor with little fuss from the twisted hotel not ten feet from his room.
The hunter pulled out his key with grease covered fingers, having rushed so fast that he hadn't cleaned up, and jammed the brass notched rod into the lock to open the door.
"Cas?" Dean called as he walked in, not bothering to knock. "Cas? You here?"
He stepped over his salt line and looked around their room, his side looking very much like it had when he left that morning to go to work. The wall was still covered in his notes, bed was unmade, books sitting out on the desk with his laptop, and a shotgun lay in pieces before it with the cleaning solutions still out. Nothing looked out of the ordinary until he passed his gaze over the other bed beyond his.
It was freshly made...with two very familiar duffel bags sitting on top of the covers waiting to be opened and unpacked.
His stomach started to bottom out. "Cas!" He barked, marching for the bathroom to look inside and then the closet. In a growing panic the hunter stalked across the room to the other side and ripped open the dresser drawers belonging to the missing angel...
And found them empty of all the clothing they had scavenged. All that was left were the few weapons Dean had given him to hide at his leisure for his own protection...a few knives, a gun, ammunition.
He turned from the dresser and looked again at the bed. At the duffel bags.
"No." He whispered under his breath. Dean descended upon them, ripping back the zippers and pawing through the contents with his grease covered hands. "No. No. No." He whispered again in a mantra.
He lifted up a familiar shirt...a white button down with a red embellished pasey pattern in the collar and sleeves. He'd know that shirt anywhere.
Sam's had it since forever.
Dean took two steps back from the bags and dropped heavily onto the edge of his bed, holding the shirt in his hands. Black smudgy fingerprints now covering the material.
He was starting to find it a little hard to breathe.
When: Following Anna's message on the network
Where: Room 300
What: Dean discovers Cas is gone...and who he has been replaced with...
Dean hadn't crossed paths with his angelic roommate in several days...possibly a week. He hadn't even been able to find the scruffy nerdy dude to tell him that Bobby had been taken by the hotel yet. He had become so jaded of the comings and going of the hotel life that the hunter simply accepted that he would see Cas or by chance catch him in the room eventually. So that was no cause for alarm...
Until Anna told him she hadn't seen her brother.
Dean dropped everything he was doing in the garage, extracting, sorting, and storing various engine parts for later use, and headed straight to his room. He galloped up the stairs, avoiding the lift entirely, and came out on the third floor with little fuss from the twisted hotel not ten feet from his room.
The hunter pulled out his key with grease covered fingers, having rushed so fast that he hadn't cleaned up, and jammed the brass notched rod into the lock to open the door.
"Cas?" Dean called as he walked in, not bothering to knock. "Cas? You here?"
He stepped over his salt line and looked around their room, his side looking very much like it had when he left that morning to go to work. The wall was still covered in his notes, bed was unmade, books sitting out on the desk with his laptop, and a shotgun lay in pieces before it with the cleaning solutions still out. Nothing looked out of the ordinary until he passed his gaze over the other bed beyond his.
It was freshly made...with two very familiar duffel bags sitting on top of the covers waiting to be opened and unpacked.
His stomach started to bottom out. "Cas!" He barked, marching for the bathroom to look inside and then the closet. In a growing panic the hunter stalked across the room to the other side and ripped open the dresser drawers belonging to the missing angel...
And found them empty of all the clothing they had scavenged. All that was left were the few weapons Dean had given him to hide at his leisure for his own protection...a few knives, a gun, ammunition.
He turned from the dresser and looked again at the bed. At the duffel bags.
"No." He whispered under his breath. Dean descended upon them, ripping back the zippers and pawing through the contents with his grease covered hands. "No. No. No." He whispered again in a mantra.
He lifted up a familiar shirt...a white button down with a red embellished pasey pattern in the collar and sleeves. He'd know that shirt anywhere.
Sam's had it since forever.
Dean took two steps back from the bags and dropped heavily onto the edge of his bed, holding the shirt in his hands. Black smudgy fingerprints now covering the material.
He was starting to find it a little hard to breathe.