Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 17, 2015 15:05:55 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON FIVE. EPISODE FOUR.
Dean parked the Impala along the curb outside of a motel in Kansas City, Missouri, cut the engine, and got out, stretching his legs as he did so. It had been a very long drive, following a very long case involving a particularly nasty werewolf. After pulling his duffel bag from the trunk and then locking it up, he slung the bag over one shoulder and headed for the motel's front door. Standing between him and the door was a young man clutching a bible and trying to get the attention of passerby, who were mostly ignoring him. "Hi" he greeted a young man in a suit carrying a briefcase. "Good evening, brother. Is your soul rapture-ready?" The man walked on and the religious man called "thank you sir, god bless" at his retreating back before trying a young couple. "Good evening, folks. Is your soul rapture-ready? Because what I'd like to do is just show you exactly what God's love is for you." The man put his arm protectively around his female companion and they hurried onwards, ignoring the other man. "God bless" he finished, looking undeterred, reaching Dean just as Dean reached the door, placing one hand on its handle. "Excuse me, friend, but have you taken time out to think about God's plan for you?" Dean paused, glancing back over one shoulder at the Jehovah's Witness. "Too friggin' much, pal" he admitted in exhaustion, pulling the door towards him and stepping inside.
As he was climbing the stairs to his newly acquired room, his cell phone rang. For maybe half a second, Dean wondered if it was Sam, who he hadn't spoken to in two weeks now, but then he was pulling it out of his pocket and checking the caller ID, discovering that it wasn't him. "Cas" he began after flipping open the phone and placing it to one ear. "I found a lead on the colt" the angel informed him without so much as a hello. Dean blinked, moving into his room and closing the door. "What?" "I believe it resides with a demon, though I don't know which one yet" Castiel went on as though Dean hadn't spoken. Dean tossed his duffel bag onto the floor and crossed to close the curtains. "We're talking about the Colt, right? I mean, as in the Colt?" "Yes." "Well, that doesn't make any sense" Dean pointed out in confusion, drawing the room's final curtain closed. "I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that, uh, kills demons?" There was the loud sound of a honking truck racing past and then Castiel was shouting, "what? What? Did—" The rumbling truck noises died down. "I didn't get that" Castiel finished. Dean chuckled, taking a seat on his bed. "You know, it's kind of funny. Talking to a messenger of God on a cellphone. It's, you know, like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped." "This isn't funny, Dean" Castiel countered in frustration. "The voice says I'm almost out of minutes." Suppressing another laugh, Dean stuck to the proper subject. "Okay, all right. But I'm—I'm telling you, Cas, the mooks have melted down the gun by now." "Well, I hear differently" Castiel argued stubbornly. "And if it's true and if you are still set on the insane task of killing the devil, then this is how we do it." Dean passed a weary hand over his face, rubbing at his eyes. "Ok. Where do we start?" "Where are you now" the angel wanted to know. Dean lowered his hand from his eyes, reaching across the bed to the nightstand where he'd left the room key. "Kansas City. Century Hotel, room 113." "I'll be there immediately" Castiel promised but Dean stopped him before he could hang up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, come on, man" he protested in utter exhaustion. "I just drove like sixteen hours straight, okay? I'm human. And there's stuff I got to do." "What stuff" Castiel demanded curiously. "Eat, for example" Dean reminded him. "And in this case, sleep. I just need like four hours once in a while, okay?" There was a beat of silence before Castiel complied with this request. "Ok." Dean sighed in relief and tossed the room key back onto the nightstand. "Okay, so, you can pop in tomorrow morning" he allowed. Castiel could be heard sighing faintly. "Yes, I'll just"-
Dean hung up.
Dean parked the Impala along the curb outside of a motel in Kansas City, Missouri, cut the engine, and got out, stretching his legs as he did so. It had been a very long drive, following a very long case involving a particularly nasty werewolf. After pulling his duffel bag from the trunk and then locking it up, he slung the bag over one shoulder and headed for the motel's front door. Standing between him and the door was a young man clutching a bible and trying to get the attention of passerby, who were mostly ignoring him. "Hi" he greeted a young man in a suit carrying a briefcase. "Good evening, brother. Is your soul rapture-ready?" The man walked on and the religious man called "thank you sir, god bless" at his retreating back before trying a young couple. "Good evening, folks. Is your soul rapture-ready? Because what I'd like to do is just show you exactly what God's love is for you." The man put his arm protectively around his female companion and they hurried onwards, ignoring the other man. "God bless" he finished, looking undeterred, reaching Dean just as Dean reached the door, placing one hand on its handle. "Excuse me, friend, but have you taken time out to think about God's plan for you?" Dean paused, glancing back over one shoulder at the Jehovah's Witness. "Too friggin' much, pal" he admitted in exhaustion, pulling the door towards him and stepping inside.
As he was climbing the stairs to his newly acquired room, his cell phone rang. For maybe half a second, Dean wondered if it was Sam, who he hadn't spoken to in two weeks now, but then he was pulling it out of his pocket and checking the caller ID, discovering that it wasn't him. "Cas" he began after flipping open the phone and placing it to one ear. "I found a lead on the colt" the angel informed him without so much as a hello. Dean blinked, moving into his room and closing the door. "What?" "I believe it resides with a demon, though I don't know which one yet" Castiel went on as though Dean hadn't spoken. Dean tossed his duffel bag onto the floor and crossed to close the curtains. "We're talking about the Colt, right? I mean, as in the Colt?" "Yes." "Well, that doesn't make any sense" Dean pointed out in confusion, drawing the room's final curtain closed. "I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that, uh, kills demons?" There was the loud sound of a honking truck racing past and then Castiel was shouting, "what? What? Did—" The rumbling truck noises died down. "I didn't get that" Castiel finished. Dean chuckled, taking a seat on his bed. "You know, it's kind of funny. Talking to a messenger of God on a cellphone. It's, you know, like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped." "This isn't funny, Dean" Castiel countered in frustration. "The voice says I'm almost out of minutes." Suppressing another laugh, Dean stuck to the proper subject. "Okay, all right. But I'm—I'm telling you, Cas, the mooks have melted down the gun by now." "Well, I hear differently" Castiel argued stubbornly. "And if it's true and if you are still set on the insane task of killing the devil, then this is how we do it." Dean passed a weary hand over his face, rubbing at his eyes. "Ok. Where do we start?" "Where are you now" the angel wanted to know. Dean lowered his hand from his eyes, reaching across the bed to the nightstand where he'd left the room key. "Kansas City. Century Hotel, room 113." "I'll be there immediately" Castiel promised but Dean stopped him before he could hang up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, come on, man" he protested in utter exhaustion. "I just drove like sixteen hours straight, okay? I'm human. And there's stuff I got to do." "What stuff" Castiel demanded curiously. "Eat, for example" Dean reminded him. "And in this case, sleep. I just need like four hours once in a while, okay?" There was a beat of silence before Castiel complied with this request. "Ok." Dean sighed in relief and tossed the room key back onto the nightstand. "Okay, so, you can pop in tomorrow morning" he allowed. Castiel could be heard sighing faintly. "Yes, I'll just"-
Dean hung up.