A Nephilim in Need

“Okay Sammy, I’m bored, you found anything that even looks like a case?” Dean managed to get the question out around a mouthful of greasy diner cheeseburger.

Sam, the younger Winchester brother, sat at a too small hotel table hunched over his laptop. Brow furrowed in concentration he said: “Maybe –” Both men started as a third man suddenly appeared in the room.

“Dammit Cass” Dean growled as he wiped spilled ketchup off his shirt. “Why can’t you just knock like a normal person?”

Cass looked at the door, as if considering going over and knocking, but then looked back at Dean, “I’m not a normal person, this is how angels travel, you know that.” Dean rolled his eyes but Cass continued, “Besides, we don’t have time for that. I need your help.”

“Of course you do. Look, Cass, it’s not like we don’t have anything better to do. We don’t just sit around waiting for you to call on us.” When Sam opened his mouth to protest, Dean sent him a dirty look, “Shut up Sammy”. Cass frowned in confusion, looking back and forth between the two brothers before getting back to his point. “Several years ago a very important girl was kidnapped, I’ve just located her and we need to retrieve her. Grab your things, we are close enough to take the Impala.” He turned towards the door, expecting the brothers to follow him. Sam closed his laptop and started gathering up his few things. Dean held out a hand to stop him. “Wait, Cass, we need more information first. A few years? That’s a long time. Who’s had her? Demons? What? Why is she so important to you? Or is it an angel thing?” Cass turned back towards him, impatience on his face. “Please, Dean, I can’t do this without you and I assure you, she is very important to all of us. I will explain on the drive. Please, can we go?”

“Fine.” They grabbed their gear and were headed out to the car within minutes. As they approached the car, a beautiful black 1967 Impala, Cass asked “May I sit in the front?”

“NO.” Both men answered without looking at him. He sighed and climbed into the back seat, his trademark tan trench coat tangling in his legs as he did so. Dean climbed into the driver seat of his “Baby” and Sam slid into the passenger side after throwing their duffel in the trunk with all of their other gear. As Hunters of all things supernatural it was quite an eclectic collection of deadly weapons and tools. Dean turned the ignition over and the car roared to life. Dean looked at Castiel in the rearview mirror. “Where to?” Cass pointed out towards the highway, “South. For now.”