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He just remember that it has been only seven months since that happened... God dead, she was dead... It was unbelieable that they still where hunting, even when... they weren't any demons, even angels. All of them gone, who knew what are they doing in their respective batcavern... It wasn't only that... Just... It feel unrealistic. They were more peaceful. He started to visit local restaurants with Cas! He! would! never! do! that! and yet he did it. But it was pretty obviuosly he was sad. Tired. Her lost made him so depressed that he still drinks a lot, he eats unhealthy... nothings makes sense. But he... he's not alone. He has Cas and his brother Sam. And a nephilim, Jack... And Mick Davies who survived and Rowena... and sometimes that dick of an angel (Gabriel) and his own mom was helping others hunters through the country. Not everything was bad but still... something was missing. He missed her, oh he really does, after all it was his best friend.
That's how Dean Winchester was thinking now, but he was wrong. Besides all that reasons, it has been a long time since neither of the new Team Free Will (including Jack and Rowena) had a very big adventure. It's been years since them kind of team-up with other importans beings... and now times repeats itself.A very energetic woman was running with her companions, even when she felt a little sad and alone for no reason. She has saved the universe a lot of times, but never alone. Even when times changes, they are a few that never change and that makes her strug her pain and look forward to her adventures. She has the feeling of something in the Earth... something it's going to happen, so she tried to relax and started to speak to her ship.Well a lot of Britains weren't involved too much in this story because they don't care anymore about other countries, but even when they suffer, they can't just look away of the problems because they are still friends with others, because they love adventures, mysteries and action, because all of them met because of her and even when this girl died, they still remember the good times... and other situations.Then we have an universe with heroes and villains. After a very very complicated thing, involving Thanos and the Infinity Gemstones, Stephen Strange was searching an anomaly between the real world (his world) and the world of dreams when he noticed the universe were colliding with other. Dimensions were fusing and that was very dangerous. He got the feeling that all of that was the fault of... a certain archangel and Time Lord. He hurried up. He needed the help of Tony. ... in a very dark place they were listening...
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"Dean, are you sure you want go?" "I told you, Sam." "Yeah, I know, but..." "Why don't you ask to Mick?" he said, being tired of his brother's nonsense. "Dean..." "Enough." He walked outside the bunker and waited in the Impala. Cas arrived first. "Dean, what's wrong now?" He didn't answer, he wanted action and he would got that this night. Sam arrived. "Did Rowena stop you?" "Ehhh, yes, she tried to convince me to..." "Whatever." he said, interrumping. Cas gave him an angry look and Sam sat down, the Impala started moving. They talked about the case: people dissapearing, strange marks, violence, bla bla bla. The music on the radio changed from Bon Jovi to Queen. "Mhh..." "Do you have something on mind?" asked his brother. "Ah, no. I was wondering why Queen is on the radio a lot..." "The movie." Cas said. "What movie?" "What?" Sam said, mocking him. "You don't know about the movie?" "You know, I haven't been in the mood to watch movies or shows or whatever else." He has been like that for months, thought Sam and Castiel. "If you have time, we can see it together." Dean softly breathed, grateful. "Thanks, Cas... Did Jack watch it too?" "Yes." Sam said. "It was when Mick came back the other day..." "Uh, oh..." Dean said. Honestly, he never knows what to say when Sam talks about Mick because... well, because NOW Mick is Sam's boyfriend. Weird, it doesn't feel like that and yet... He took a deep breath. Better safe than sorry.They arrived to the place and it was full of people, like something very interesting was happening there. It was the entire police department. "Now what?" "I guess the news spread through the internet." "Great!" Dean exhorted. They waited in the car while Sam looked throught his phone about the case and the town. "The commotion..." Sam started. "The commotion is because they have a suspect... who talks about his "powers" and that in this worlds they doesn't work..." "Again?" "... Yes" "Ughhh..." Dean ran his hands over his face, feeling tired of nowhere. "Let's see this suspect." Cas said. "With all the police, I don't think that's right." Sam replied. "I agree with Sam." Dean said and looked to the angel. "Things are happening here and the last thing we want now is that people recognize us." He made the reminder about "the Winchesters Gospel" that started to appear (again) a month ago. "Let's go to eat." He enunciated.It was already night when they left the small pub. All with their formal looks, saying they are from the FBI. "I'm... still not comfortable with this clothes." Cas said looking at Dean when they were walking to the place were they found a men with several wounds in his body. Strange marks like as if a truck hit him, a wind cut him or as if a giant fan had moved his face to the sides and then back, leaving it distorted. He had looked at the photo with disgust. Sam was such a weirdo looking for this cases, especially now that the huntings were less... The only strange news they get now were about people getting suddenly sick and "crazy." Even hunters from other countries, all of them suddenly didn't have any problem with local criatures. That made him angry and anxious. It was thanks to Michael and Lucifer??? is it because the world doesn't have the balance?????? But everything was calm, right? right? "Right?" "What?" He mumbled. Sam sighed. "Dean, I was saying that tomorrow Mick goes to England and that Rowena would teach Jack about his powers, so, I'm gonna take the Impala, leave them to the airport... and before you start arguing me about the car..." "Take the car." Dean contended. "Dean..." "Why you always assume that I'm going to fight you about the car? If you have to use it. Do it. But don't marks!" Sam rolled his eyes and Castiel looked at Dean, wondering if his humanity was feeling ok. A noise cracked the night and they started running forward. Glass broken. They arrived close to a bank when multiple people dressed with the same stupid cloak were robbing with big lanterns. "What the...?" Dean started but when they saw them, they start running to them. They weren't human. They had powers, and for sure they weren't magical criatures. "You want to fight?, Let's fight." He punched one, then other. Sam was dodging a blade. Castiel powers seemed useless. "Cas, was wrong?" "I don't know! They feel like..." A guy with a helmet and all in black hit to five at the same time. Dean looked at him surprised. "Who are you?" He asked. " Is the guy who said his powers..." Sam started but he was interrupted. "I am from another world." He said. "I am a Super Sentai and it's my fault that this guys are here." He jumped and knock off a lot of them. "You're a Power Ranger???" Dean screamed. The man dressed in black finished his job and several explosions started. But it wasn't only that. A ray passed throught them and they saw how a guy was burning in rays, sparks everywhere. Blue sparks. The ones with cloaks were robots. Cas knew it but he didn't know about the guy with a villain suit and powerful eyes full of rage, making sound with the sparkles."I don't know what is happening, but we should get out of here---" A powerful wind made windows broke and the alarms went on, a lot of bodies were suspended with electricity. It was unbelievable. The Sentai Ranger appear and just then, a voice yelled, "'excuse me, can you stand aside?" It was Spider-Man. Freaking Spider-Man. Then, an expansive wave of heat and electricity."..."Dean."Dean? can you hear me?" Cas. It was Cas voice. He blinked multiple times until he saw the roof of his car. "What...? What the hell...???????" "We don't know..." Sam said near him. "I can't remember..." Dean touched his head who was reasting on Cas's knees. It hurt. "Yeah, me too... But Cas said that we were attack by an a villain from a comic." "WHAT? What did you say, Cas?" "Keep calm, Dean... This guy, the man of the Spiders..." "Spider-man?" "Yes, Spider-man was the---" "Spider-man???" Dean didn't understand nothing. For months he has been tired. He has been forgetting things. He was... just... living the time.
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The car arrived to the parking lot. A door slamed. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!!!" "It's already 10 a.m and yer are screaming!" Rowena said to Dean who came in the room, very angry. "What?..." But Jack decided to not ask. "Dean, it's true." "Then why we can't remember nothing, eh? Why Sam and I can't remember had been fight one of these fools dressed like a Power Ranger and Spider-man? SPIDER-MAN?" Rowena looked to Jack very funny and drinked from her cup. "So, what's the problem?" "Are you KIDDING ME???" It really seemed that Dean was furious. The nephilim and the witch were ready to leave the table when Mick Davies appeared from the other corner of the room. "Ah, all of you are back." Mick said, relieved. He always dressed elegant. He had a lot of suits. "Good morning, Mick." Sam changed his voice when he saw Mick. He said it so sweet that made Rowena think in her mind, "He is so in love with him." Dean rolled his eyes and disappeared of the place, went to his room and locked the door. He wanted to be alone. He didn't sleep. He didn't listen to music. He just stay lay in his bed, listening Cas pleas for him to get out of there. But he didn't. He was tired. So tired. All his life hunting, seeing people die, important people... and suddenly, no more monster hunting but more strange jobs. It felt like a dream but it was nightmare. It was bored. Maybe, in the past he wanted this (excluding the family thing because now he had Cas, his brother, his mother, a nephilim, a witch, a couple of angels and british persons) but he was wrong. For some reason he couldn't feel peace. That was the word. Peace. There was something more. It could't be the end of evil. No more demons? No more angels? No more monsters, vampires, ghouls, ghost, etc? No more action? No...He remembered his adventures. He had a lot of things to told but now it seemed impossible. He tried to talk about his feelings but everything ended in... her. His friend. She was the one that make him believe in happiness, in the good things... and horrible things. She showed him how bad, horrible, disgusting people are but also how wonderful and beautiful the universe can be. The world is full of others who you can befriend. He closed his eyes, trying to not cry or to think. ... He wake up feeling more thirsty than hungry. "Beer." Dean though and he stand up to go to the kitchen. When he was close to the centre room he heard the animated conversation of the others. How can they talk so happy? He thought and that made him feel more eager to be drunk but for his surprise, the fridge was empty with only a few frozen food and salad. No beers. He growled to himself, went to the bathroom to clean his face and decided to go out and buy drinks. A lot of drinks. He went out and nobody cared about him. He supposed Cas wasn't in the bunker. Dean went to the near town, now a lot of people knew him and Sam. Not for Cas... They had a lot of problems with Jack and three brats who were suspicious and curious about them and the hunting. He can't let Cas meet new people like that... Cas wasn't in the bunker, right?Unconsciously, he almost collided with someone. "Oh, sorry dear." The man said. "No, it was... my fault." He finished, a little surprised. The man in front of him was blonde with beige clothes like clothes from the 19th century. What was wrong with him? Was him doing some theatre show? "Excuse me, can I ask you something?" The man had a british accent. "What's the problem?" "Do you know where I can find this address?" He handled him an address in a faded napkin. It wasn't an address, it were coordinates. That place didn't exist in Kansas. He told to himself. "No, I'm not sure. I'm not from here..." But the blonde man wasn't listening, it seemed that he was deeply immersed in some important thought, while he was looking to the sky. "Hey!" Dean put the faded napkin in front of him. "Oh, sorry." "... I don't know where is that place." "Oh, I see. Thanks for you help." "Eh..., you welcome?" He was so polite and he did a little bow when he said bye. When he started to walk to a store, the man disappeared. Dean didn't know who the man was but the man, for sure knew him.He returned to the bunker and he saw Cas reading in a chair but both of them said nothing and Dean disappeared. All the beers for him. Being alone in the room without nobody, he drank and the bad memories and the regrets appeared in his head. He felt so bad. Everything was a lie with God. All his hunting life disappeared and now is meaningless, even he had a strange feeling... It was a new apocalypse. He was sure. And yes, he had reason. God and the darkness were dead and there were less and less monsters and more problems in the world.He missed a good hunting. He wanted action. And... suddenly, his mind reminded... them. The Doctor, Sherlock and John. It has been a long time since he saw them and for the first time he wondered what they were doing or what they would do in his situation. And he felt the tears falling from his face. And he cried. In silence. Alone.He woke up on the floor with bottles of various beers. He had a headache and he didn't had a good mood. He looked at his phone and realized that it would be time for Sam to take the impala for take Mick to the airport and Rowena and Jack to who knows where...He stretched, and still drunk, he left the room that was spinning around him. He came to the main room, they were all there. "Ah, Dean ..." Sam said, but when he came closer, his face changed. "... You were drinking?" "Sur-pri-se!" Sam couldn't help but get angry. "Dean, why ...?" "Shut up, Sam." He took a few quick steps and looked to Rowena and Jack "Have... have a gooooood trip you two, and Mick ..." But before he could say anything to Mick Davies, Cas was by his side holding him. "Mick ... Mick! We haven't finish this yet..." Rowena said something he didn't hear. Sam was angry. And then everything went black.Sam left at 9 p.m. with the car and the others, while Castiel left Dean in his room. When the oldest of the Winchester awoke, he was thirsty, he got up, went to the bathroom and then he went to the kitchen. There was the angel. "How are you?" Dean ignored Castiel. He drank water and then washed some dishes."Dean, are you really okay?" Cas asked. He rolled his eyes and he turned his back. "You know the answer... no." "Dean..." "Cas, no." He wiped his hands and looked at him, making a few steps back from the angel. "I can't... everyone knows it. I'm not going to talk about it, no..." "Dean..." "Cas, I... I'm not going to forget it. I'm not going to forget her." He was feeling depressed. Castiel came closer and say to him with all his angelic kindness, "I know." But he already felt very bad. "Then, stop asking me how I feel! I am not okay, Cas, I'm not, nobody should it, after everything that happened." "No one---" "But they don't show it! We are all sad here!" Dean didn't know what else say. He took a deep breath and looked to the clock in the hall, it was 10:30 p.m. It happened one hour and half since Sam took the Impala with Mick, Rowena and Jack. He got out of the place without saying nothing else to Cas. He locked himself in his bedroom, put on music from his phone and listen it very loud with his earphones, trying to not think. He didn't want anything."..." He opened his eyes and noticed that he fell asleep. It wasn't like he had sleep a lot the last years, although if he got drunk he could sleep for hours. His playlist sang to him, "Mama, just killed a man. Put a gun against his head..." "Freddie Mercury." He said to himself. "I haven't download any... Sam." Dean came to the conclusion that his brother used his phone. He shut off his phone and the lamp, he streched and in the moment when he left his room, everything turned black and then, the red bulbs of emergency. "Cas!" he immediately screamed and pulled out a gun from a near drawer. With the poor visibility he had, he went carefully to the generator. He hadn't received a response from Cas. Worried and anxious, he arrived at the place where he saw a figure that stood out in the darkness. He loaded the gun and before he shot without thinking, he spoke to him. "Dean, it's me." "... What are you doing?" "Ehh... My long coat got tangled in the levers..."Dean put away his weapon, moved a lever and the lights went back to normal. He blinked when the sudden light reached his green eyes. He untied the mess in the angel's clothes. "It's done." "... Thanks Dean and I'm sorry." He couldn't get mad at Cas now. "No apologies." Cas looked at him with hope. "Oh, come on Cas! It's me who owes you an apology ... Listen... I'm sorry." Cas came over and kissed him softly. "Do you want to watch Netflix?" Dean wanted to laugh and also cry when he heard that, so he made a grimace and closed his eyes tightly, and then he forced himself to follow Cas.
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"At what time you arrived?" Asked Dean to Sam. "Near midnight. You and Cas were sleeping with all the lights on..." "We fell asleep." "In three hours?" Dean looked at his brother, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" Sam thinked and then he answered "Netflix and chill?" "YOU think that WE only THINK ON that?" "You two did it... before." Sam said with an innocent face. "I said NOTHING about your fetishes to Mick!" "Dean, yesterday you was very disrespecteful to him. He helped us---" "Whatever." Dean stood up from the table, washed his cup with coffee and left the place. At lunch time he went to buy pizza. Now they were working... in the afternoon or at night. It made him uncomfortable. When they were in the centre room, looking for cases on the online newspapers, Dean remembered what happened yesterday. "When I went to buy drinks yesterday, a guy dressed like the 19th century came closer and asked me..." Sam and Castiel looked at him. "... He was looking for an adress. It wasn't real. I mean, the adress. Someone played a joke in that guy." "At least, we know that to this man didn't fare so well..." Sam had a case."Dead cattle?" Dean said while he was looking for news in his phone. "What else?" Cas asked but Sam didn't answer. "What?" "You aren't going to believe this." "What?" "A farmer said that he saw someone with yellow eyes..." "WHAT?" Dean said for the third time. "Asmodeus was the last Prince of Hell, right?" "And he was the demon of the Lust." Cas said. They got in the car. "I can't trust that Lucifer isn't doing chaos in this world... Hell have more dangerous demons." "But they don't have yellow eyes." Sam said in the backseat. "I know." Cas said and they went to Oklahoma City. They arrived at night and they went to a motel to rest. "This place isn't bad, is it?" Dean said the next morning. Sam and Cas looked worry to each other. The research showed that people were disappearing more and more. The dead cattle started slowly, one month ago an animal dissapeared then they find it dead. Now almost all the animals are dead with strange bruises. "Ok. I'm tired of this." Dean opened a drink and layed in the sofa. "Dean, we have to go to the place..." "I know." Dean replied, looking to the TV but his mind hasn't stop thinking in other things. A few hours later, after they talked with the farmer, they went to the place where the attacks happened. The old farm was a big abandon building... near a cemetery. "Could be ghouls." Dean thought."It's looks old." Sam said looking to the building with his lantern. "Maybe it have ghosts." Dean suggested. "There aren't ghost... here." Cas said hesitantly. "What's wrong?" Dean asked when he saw him frowning. "I can feel something. I don't know what is it..." "The Angel Radio?" Dean said, trying to guess. "No..." Suddenly, they heared noises. Glass broken. They ran to the backyard when a kind of ray lasers, followed by a squeak broke they lanterns. They heard splashes in the place but they didn't saw water. Near there, in the darkness was parked a black Bentley. "Shit!" Dean said when he was attacked. In the darknesss they started to fight with the creatures. "What the hell is this?" "I DONT... KNOW." Dean knocked them in the stomach with no results. They attacked again. And again. So, he used a knife while he was being asphyxiated. In one second the strange hands let him free. He sighed and without hesitation went to help Sam and Cas. Castiel was surprised about the creatures. He didn't know if they were created by God. He took out his angel blade.Sam already knew that something was wrong. He noticed that the creatures had a human body but the shape of their heads... Dean came and helped him to knock down two more but they hear more footsteps. In the night, someone attacked to someone and a small spark flashed. If it was a demon that Castiel killed, a red spark would appeared. If it was an angel it would be a white spark. If it was human would be nothing however, the light was yellow and blue. In that moment the Winchester brothers saw someone behind Castiel. "Behind you!!!" The darkness came back and Dean ran to knock down someone but someone else knocked down him first. "No, wait---" "WHO ARE YOU???" Dean replied, no waiting for a response. "I should be the one asking you!" The one who answered had a british accent. He didn't hit him because the guy slipped quickly and threw himself on top of him, locking his arms like a snake. "SSSo, who are you?" He also hissed. "I don't have to---" "Enough. Stop." Sam was pointing at someone with his gun, but Cas came forward and gestured to him. He didn't need the gun. It would be useless."... Aziraphale?" "Ca-CASTIEL?" "What?" Dean said to the unison. "It's you? It's really you?" The voice was full of disbelief. "Yes, it's me." There was a silence and then they spoke again. "Dear, can you turn on the lights?" Dean heard a snap and lights came on behind them. The lights of an old Bentley illuminated them. Dean saw who had him immobilized: a guy with short hair, his hair colour were similar to Rowena's hair, copper. Dressed in black with black eyeglasses. Eyeglasses. At night. "Douchebag." He thought at the moment. He looked up at the guy who looked at Cas. "You are the guy from the other day!" He looked at him, very happy. "My name is Aziraphale, Dean Winchester and I'm an angel." Then the angel came closer to Castiel and hug him. "Castiel, I'm so happy to know that you are alive." Cas hug him back. "I think the same, brother.""You have changed a lot." Aziraphale said, looking at him proudly. "Cas, do you know him?" Sam said, looking at one and then the other. "We saw each other a couple of times before ..." "Hey, dude! Can you let me go?" That guy was strong. "Dear, leave it now." The guy stood up, cleaning his clothes with dirt. "Hello, Cassstiel." He hissed. "Crowley, your manners ..."Silence. Again. Then, the Winchester shouted. "CROWLEY????????""Wait, wait, that Crowley? You are alive?" Dean stood up, but Cas stopped him."Dean, this is another Crowley!""Another one? It's a demon!""Ah, have you heard about me?""I'm going to ki---""It's not the same!" Sam looked at them, confused. "Wait, you're an angel. And you're a demon, and your name is Crowley?""Yes." Aziraphale replied, smiling."Are you English?""Our vessels."A phrase interrupted Sam's questions. "Dean is not him. He is dead. Dean, the Crowley we knew is dead!" The words hit Dean and he realized he was being an idiot. "... I know." He said in a whisper."Were you talking about McLeod?" Crowley asked. "Fergus McLeod?" Sam asked, surprised, going to see Dean. "Yes, that one.""Who was he?" Aziraphale asked. "A boy from the 17th century sold for pigs." "You helped him?" Inquired the other angel. "No!" Crowley complained. "I made deals. The crossroad's demons didn't exist yet and I was the one who made thingss to gain souls." Aziraphale reluctantly looked at him. "You tricked him." "No. He knew what he was doing. Listen angel, you know that before we had more clauses... "Ehhh..." Both of them looked at the Winchesters. "Oh, I'm sorry." Aziraphale apologized."Why are you two here? What attacked us?""You don't want to see it." Crowley said."Please, close your eyes for a moment." Trusting in them, both brothers closed their eyes. A bright light illuminated the front yard and the horror in front of them."Ugh..." Cas complained. "What happen Ca---?" Dean opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times. "What...?"The long grass was full of a white bubbly substance and many bodies with blue wounds were scattered everywhere. They had starfish heads with a mouth in the middle, full of micro teeths. "What are... these?""The only thing that I know is that they aren't human." Aziraphale answered without looking at them. "Are they organic?" Sam asked. "I don't think so.""Why were you two here when this things...?" Dean started but he didn't know what to say. Something bothered him."Ah, right. First we should leave this place. I'm sure the American Police could arrive soon. Let's go." Crowley said. He touched the angel's shoulder and he went to the Bentley."What about the bodies?" Sam asked, worry. "They melt. We've seen it, nothing nice.""Wait." Dean said quickly. "How do you two know who we were?" Aziraphale came closer to him and took his hand. The angel's vessel had his fingers with cuts but his hands were soft."Dean Winchester it's better if we talk in a more private place. We have to talk about something important. We have come from England for this. We will follow you." Crowley roared his car. "Hurry up." "Excuse me." Aziraphale said radiant and he went to the car."What should we do?" Sam asked, looking disgusted at the bodies."Dean." Cas said. "Aziraphale is trustworthy. I trust in what he said. And it's better if we leave too."Without knowing what to think, the three went to the Impala and they were followed by the two newcomers. They stopped miles before their motel. Castiel got off to talk to Aziraphale and Crowley. They were on the dark road. "Where are you staying?" Crowley asked."In a nearby motel." Castiel replied."We go too." Aziraphale said."We can't go with them!" Crowley stopped him. "Why?" Crowley put a hand in his face, trying to explain."Personal space." Cas said, getting closer to them."Yes, exactly for that." Crowley repeated, relieved."Oh, I didn't think about it. I'm sorry.""There is no need to apologize, brother." Cas said. "I trust you both have something important to tell us.""Very important." Aziraphale added. "And... thanks, Castiel." Both smiled."Let's go Cas, I'm falling asleep!" Dean complained, making his car roar. Castiel gave them the adress of their motel and went away with the brothers, disappearing in the corner of the dark road."Castiel is good." Crowley said."He has suffered a lot." Aziraphale confirmed. "And he changed when he met humanity." The angel looked at his partner. "Where are we going to go? You think they will believe us?""I don't know but I want to sleep even a little. Let's go to the car." Aziraphale took Crowley's hand."We have to trust them..." The demon looked at his angel and held his hand."I'm sure they feel that we should trust them." And both came back to the Bentley.They arrived to the motel, mentally exhausted. "I don't understand." Dean said. "Why now? Why...?"Dean." Pissed, Cas interrupted him. "They will tell us.""You trust them a lot, eh Cas?""It's surprises me to know that that demon was the one who made a deal with Crowley..." Sam said. "...""I don't know if I can sleep after this." But Dean was the first to fall asleep. He slept and he did it good. He didn't know why. Deep down, the Team Free Will felt they could trust the angel and the demon they had just met that night. The next day felt normal as the old days, like they had killed a couple of monsters and saved people."Dean, what happens?" His brother asked."Nothing, I'm fine." He said while he was drinking coffee and looked to the old TV with his disheveled hair, in boxer shorts. Sam frowned, surprised. Cas got out of the shower already dressed."It's free." Cas said, looking at him. "Go Sam.""Are you sure?" Dean looked him in the face. "Yes, why?'""For nothing." And Sam went to the shower. Castiel came closer to Dean but the second talked."You know, Cas? Last night I slept well." Castiel looked at him confused. "Cas, you know I haven't sleep well for years but yesterday it felt like I could sleep for centuries.""You know why?""No idea." Castiel smiled, relieved."It's good to know that you feel better.""... Thanks you." Dean whispered.They had just left their stuff at the Impala when an old car approached through the motels entrance. "Aziraphale." Cas said when he saw the other angel."A Bentley?" Dean said, impressed."Good morning." Aziraphale said, getting out of the car. "Afternoon." Crowley said, walking toward them. Aziraphale looked at him seriously. "What? It's past midday." "...""Is that car yours?" Dean asked, wanting to touch it."Yesss." Crowley hissed. But Dean decided not to touch it."Good." Aziraphale said. "Does it bother you if we follow you? In the car?""Eh, no." Sam answered before Dean but he added. "But why the Bunker?""It's protected against archangels, right?""And it has a torture dungeon." Crowley added and he came back to his car."We, we don't have that." Dean denied, not knowing why they knew about the dungeon. They tortured demons there but not anymore."Please, show us the motorway!""What?" Dean said."The highway, Dean, highway." Sam said to him. It seemed that his brother learned new words with Mick.With no specific reason to say no, the Winchester brothers and Castiel got in the Impala, going to Kansas, followed by a black Bentley.