Carry On My Wayward...Daughter?

[Jay Windse]

Castiel closed the door behind him and went into the Impala, glancing over at Deanna. "Really?"


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[TabbyHere]

She nodded as she turned to back out of the parking spot. "I knew Bobby said urgent but..." Throwing the car into gear, Deanna guided the Impala out onto the highway.

 

[Jay Windse]

"But what?" Castiel asked, head tilting. He frowned slightly as he looked at Deanna.


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[TabbyHere]

"Well, big isn't ever good." She glanced over to Castiel. "Not in this line of work."

 

[Jay Windse]

"That doesn't mean it isn't important,though." Castiel said.


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[TabbyHere]

"That's what I'm afraid of." Deanna said, running a hand over her ponytail. The shadow of a grin played at the corner of her lips. "How important usually equals how earth shaking, apocalypse bringing."

 

[Jay Windse]

Castiel laughed softly and grinned at Deanna.


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[TabbyHere]

Deanna turned her attention back to the empty road, seeming to relax a bit.

 

[Jay Windse]

Castiel smiled at her gently.


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[TabbyHere]

"Thank you, for, you know, coming to check in on me." She toyed with the amulet around her neck as she spoke, leaving her right hand relaxed on the wheel.

 

[Jay Windse]

"Of course. That's why I'm here. I'm here to protect you." Castiel smiled softly at Deanna.


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[TabbyHere]

"So I'm told." She flashed a quick smile, her tone playful.

 

[Jay Windse]

"Why do you think I'm here, then?" Castiel asked.


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[TabbyHere]

"Mmm, to keep me in line?" Deanna laughed quietly. "I wouldn't put up with me if I were you."

 

[Jay Windse]

"Well, I do. I suppose you'll have to deal with me then, huh?" The angel flashed a small smile.


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[TabbyHere]

"I guess so." She returned his smile with a bright one of her own. Turning onto a smaller road, the sign marking Singer Salvage could be seen up ahead.

 

[Jay Windse]

Castiel smiled more.


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[TabbyHere]

Parking the Impala a little ways from the house not too far inside the fencing around the salvage yard, Deanna killed the engine, causing its roar to slow to a low growl before dying out. Before she had the chance to say anything else, the towering form of her younger brother could be spotted peering through one of the front windows. Seconds later, the front door swung open and Sam stepped out onto the steps to meet them. "I guess they waited up." Deanna mumbled sarcastically, pushing the driver's door open and sliding out. "Sammy, this better be good." She called, twirling the keys around the index finger of her left hand. Her brother's lips were pressed in a firm line, obviously not amused.

 

[Jay Windse]

Castiel looked at Sam and accompanied Deanna to the front porch, eyeing the hazel glare Sam had.


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[TabbyHere]

"Oh sure, it's a good one alright." Sam muttered, holding the door open. "Demons, witches, and a string of deaths. Quite the combination, it would appear. Glad to see you both didn't want to miss it." He nodded a hello to Castiel, the corner of his mouth turning up just momentarily.


"Perfect. Just when I thought we were getting back to some relatively easy jobs." Deanna patted her brother on the arm as she walked past, moving through the kitchen and on into the living room.

 

[Jay Windse]

Castiel nodded back, and followed Deanna inside, a soft sigh escaping the angel.


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[TabbyHere]

Deanna pushed a pile of dusty books over enough to give both her and Cas room to sit before collapsing onto the couch. "Tell me what you've got, little brother."


Sam shot her a good natured glare but moved to the desk near the center of the room. "Bobby left about a half hour ago for the suburbs of our town in question: Raymach, Illinois. He's going to see what he can uncover without getting too close before we all go barging in. What we know now, however, is that fourteen young men have died over the course of four years in sleepy little Raymach, a place that typically has about as big of crime rate as, well, nothing really. A few thefts here and there but, really nothing."


"No offense to those fourteen guys, but Sammy, we really need to work on your definition of big. This doesn't sound big." Deanna interjected, leaning back in her seat.

 

[Jay Windse]

"Yeah, fourteen isn't a lot compared to what we're used to." Castiel said, then cleared his throat, looking down slightly.


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[TabbyHere]

"But get this,-" Sam continued, grabbing a filing folder off the desk and tossing it to Deanna. "-the first of those photos was taken last week, the second, last month."


Deanna caught the folder in her lap and flipped it open, already starting to lose interest, until she realized what Sam was referring to. On the left was a sheet showing fourteen photos from the Raymach coroner's office, each of a different, but similar looking, dead man. On the right were two pictures that looked to be printed off of a security camera feed, clearly showing the first two guys from the left...alive and walking three years after their deaths. "Sammy, what are we looking at here? Are you telling me we've got a zombie problem?"

 

[Jay Windse]

Castiel froze, and immediately one thought sprang to his mind. "Impossible." Of course.


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