Have a Little Faith (Part 3)
Title: Have a Little Faith (part 3)
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG
Genre: Case Fic
Word Count: ~1500
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity
Summary: Their investigation continues and Cas tries his first milkshake.
A/N: Writing plot heavy chapters is hard.
Have A Little Faith Masterpost
With two victims to investigate, they decided to split up to cover more ground. The two women didn’t have much in common besides being in their early twenties. One was a college student, the other one a waitress. One lived at home with her family while the other lived in an apartment with friends. They looked nothing alike and didn’t even seem to have any of the same hobbies, so finding a connection between them seemed like an impossible task.
Sam dropped Dean and Castiel off at the home of the twenty two year old waitress who was living with her parents in the suburbs before heading off to the student’s apartment on his own. The home was a modest house with a simple, but well manicured lawn. The middle-aged soccer mom who answered the door was clutching a tissue in her hands and had smudges of mascara under her eyes.
“Mrs. Johnson? I’m Alonzo Mosely and this is my partner Eddie Moscone, FBI. Mind if we ask you a few questions about your daughter?” Dean quickly glanced at Castiel as they flashed their badges to be sure he held it up the right way. He breathed a sigh of relief that the angel seemed to have taken to this particular bit of role-playing.
“Yes, of course. Come in.”
They were led to the living room, which had numerous pictures of their daughter up on the wall. Amanda Johnson seemed like a typical all-American kid with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile that seemed to radiate joy.
“May I get either of you something to drink?” She gestured for them to sit on the couch.
“No thanks Mrs. Johnson. We’re fine.”
“Please, call me Martha,” she said as she sat in a chair across from them.
“Alright, Martha,” he said with a smile. “Forgive me if we repeat some of the questions officers asked you earlier. We’re just trying to cover all the angles here. Do you know what your daughter was doing the night she was killed?”
“Well, she,” Martha began, but she started to sob before she could get the rest of her sentence out. She dabbed at her eyes with the tissue and started again. “I don’t really know. She spent a lot of late nights out with her friends and she would never tell us what she was up to. She was a good kid and I can’t imagine her falling into something that’d lead to this.”
They continued their conversation for another 20 minutes, Cas remaining quietly on the couch beside Dean. He’d learned that he wasn’t very skilled at communicating with humans, so he freely let Dean lead the interview. Unfortunately the interview seemed to be hitting a dead end. Besides spending more and more nights away from home, Amanda seemed like an average young woman. She loved gardening, dancing, and reading. Nothing indicated that’d she’d be into any kind of nefarious activity at all.
When they took their leave and began walking to the café on the corner the angel broke his silence. “There has been magic performed in that house. Both new and old.”
“So witches?”
“It seems likely, but the old magic was a cloaking ritual and seems to be blocking much of it.”
Dean took out his cell and texted “witches?” to Sam. “So really serious witches?” he asked Cas.
“Yes. Witches with access to spells that haven’t been performed in millennia.”
They entered the café and were seated at a booth against the windows. As they sat down Dean’s phone buzzed. “looks like. u at the café?” Dean responded with a brief “yes” before opening the menu. When he saw they had bacon cheeseburgers he closed it and looked to Cas. The angel hadn’t even acknowledged the menu in front of him.
“What else can you tell me about this magic you felt?”
“The new magic is benevolent. I can’t tell exactly what it had been used for, but there were traces fairy magic in the gardens surrounding the house.”
“Fuck fairies. Think they have anything to do with this?”
“It’s doubtful. They tend to, uh, keep to themselves. Fairies have taken human lives before, but never so violently and ritualistically. They tend to like to watch humans dig their own grave, so to speak.”
“Then what?”
“The magic used for the cloaking ritual is very very old. I’d say it was old Enochian. Maybe older.”
At that moment the waitress approached the table. “What can I get for you boys?”
“Bacon double cheeseburger and whatever you have on tap.”
She scribbled that down and turned to Cas. “And for you sweetie?”
He looked to the waitress and for a moment Dean thought he might actually order something. “I don’t wish to eat right now, thank you.”
“I’ll leave a menu and if you change your mind just let me know.” She bounced away to fetch Dean’s beer.
“You almost looked like you wanted to order something.”
“I may.” He opened the menu and began flipping through the pages. Dean was stunned. After his unfortunate incident with Famine he figured the guy had given up on food. He didn’t really count those few days Castiel actually needed to eat since it was more for necessity than pleasure. He didn’t really count much of Cas’ brief few days as a human since they were spent frantically preparing for the showdown with Lucifer and doing the bare minimum to stay alive.
The waitress came back with Dean’s beer and Cas pointed to a picture of a chocolate shake with whipped cream and sprinkles. “I’d like to try this.”
“Ok, honey. One double chocolate milkshake coming up.”
She left again and Dean was smiling at him. Castiel tilted his head. “Why are you so amazed that I want to eat?”
“Because you haven’t since you were forced to right before Stull. You didn’t even seem to enjoy it that much.”
“I didn’t, but I wish to give it another try.”
“All right, that’s fine by me. A chocolate milkshake is a good place to start.”
“I believe it was a double chocolate milkshake.”
“Even better!”
At that point Sam walked through the door and spotted them across the room. Dean scooted over to let him sit beside him.
“So what’d you find out about the college kid?” Dean asked.
“Well, Tammy was a linguistics major. Straight A kid all the way. Her roommates say she was working late on a translation job the entire week that she was murdered.”
“Got an address?”
Sam pulled out a piece of paper with notes on it and nodded. “What about the waitress?”
“Average kid, really. The mom seemed upset that she seemed to stay out at all hours of the night. Apparently she was spending more and more time away from home recently so something’s up. But we kind of hit a dead end.”
At that point the waitress arrived with Dean’s food and Cas’ milkshake. She looked at Sam. “You want anything, sugar?” Dean was impressed with how many terms of endearment this girl could come up with.
“Tuna melt if you have it?”
“Sure thing.” She left again and the brothers turned their attention to the angel’s very big double chocolate milkshake. It had both a spoon and a straw and Castiel seemed hesitant about which one to use.
“Just pick one Cas,” Dean said as he took his cheeseburger in hand. Cas went for the spoon and took a small amount of whipped cream off the top and put it in his mouth. His eyes went wide when it hit his tongue.
He swallowed it and immediately began scooping more. “Why couldn’t I have craved this when we were up against Famine? I’m enjoying this immensely.”
“That would have been the most intense sugar high ever. I’m not sure if that would have helped or hurt the situation,” Dean said, taking a huge bite of his burger. When Castiel hit the actual double chocolate shake, his eyes flew even wider and he began shoveling into his mouth at an alarming speed. It was gone before Sam’s tuna melt ever made it to the table.
After their meal the three of them headed off to the address where Tammy had last been employed. It was a small office in downtown Flagstaff with no signs or any indication that the unit was occupied. As soon as they pulled up in the empty parking lot Castiel leaned forward and put his hand on Dean’s shoulder.
“There are Enochian Sigils layering this building.”
“Ok, guess that means you have to wait this one out. Stay here and if shit goes down give us a call.” He gripped Cas’ hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
“What if ‘shit goes down’ inside?”
“We’re big boys, Cas. We can handle ourselves.”
“I don’t doubt that, but this magic is older than I am. I don’t know what it is we are dealing with.”
Dean’s hand remained firmly on Cas’. Sam for the most part was looking at the building, but their rather intimate contact did have him glancing at them out of the corner of his eye. Dean seemed completely unaware of just what his body language was saying about him at the moment. “Don’t worry Cas. For some stupid reason we Winchester’s just don’t stay dead. We’re use to mortal danger by now. Just keep an eye out, ok?”
Cas still looked worried, but he nodded at him and retracted his hand from the hunter’s shoulder. Sam and Dean exited the vehicle and Cas remained in the back of the Impala feeling completely useless.
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG
Genre: Case Fic
Word Count: ~1500
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity
Summary: Their investigation continues and Cas tries his first milkshake.
A/N: Writing plot heavy chapters is hard.
Have A Little Faith Masterpost
With two victims to investigate, they decided to split up to cover more ground. The two women didn’t have much in common besides being in their early twenties. One was a college student, the other one a waitress. One lived at home with her family while the other lived in an apartment with friends. They looked nothing alike and didn’t even seem to have any of the same hobbies, so finding a connection between them seemed like an impossible task.
Sam dropped Dean and Castiel off at the home of the twenty two year old waitress who was living with her parents in the suburbs before heading off to the student’s apartment on his own. The home was a modest house with a simple, but well manicured lawn. The middle-aged soccer mom who answered the door was clutching a tissue in her hands and had smudges of mascara under her eyes.
“Mrs. Johnson? I’m Alonzo Mosely and this is my partner Eddie Moscone, FBI. Mind if we ask you a few questions about your daughter?” Dean quickly glanced at Castiel as they flashed their badges to be sure he held it up the right way. He breathed a sigh of relief that the angel seemed to have taken to this particular bit of role-playing.
“Yes, of course. Come in.”
They were led to the living room, which had numerous pictures of their daughter up on the wall. Amanda Johnson seemed like a typical all-American kid with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile that seemed to radiate joy.
“May I get either of you something to drink?” She gestured for them to sit on the couch.
“No thanks Mrs. Johnson. We’re fine.”
“Please, call me Martha,” she said as she sat in a chair across from them.
“Alright, Martha,” he said with a smile. “Forgive me if we repeat some of the questions officers asked you earlier. We’re just trying to cover all the angles here. Do you know what your daughter was doing the night she was killed?”
“Well, she,” Martha began, but she started to sob before she could get the rest of her sentence out. She dabbed at her eyes with the tissue and started again. “I don’t really know. She spent a lot of late nights out with her friends and she would never tell us what she was up to. She was a good kid and I can’t imagine her falling into something that’d lead to this.”
They continued their conversation for another 20 minutes, Cas remaining quietly on the couch beside Dean. He’d learned that he wasn’t very skilled at communicating with humans, so he freely let Dean lead the interview. Unfortunately the interview seemed to be hitting a dead end. Besides spending more and more nights away from home, Amanda seemed like an average young woman. She loved gardening, dancing, and reading. Nothing indicated that’d she’d be into any kind of nefarious activity at all.
When they took their leave and began walking to the café on the corner the angel broke his silence. “There has been magic performed in that house. Both new and old.”
“So witches?”
“It seems likely, but the old magic was a cloaking ritual and seems to be blocking much of it.”
Dean took out his cell and texted “witches?” to Sam. “So really serious witches?” he asked Cas.
“Yes. Witches with access to spells that haven’t been performed in millennia.”
They entered the café and were seated at a booth against the windows. As they sat down Dean’s phone buzzed. “looks like. u at the café?” Dean responded with a brief “yes” before opening the menu. When he saw they had bacon cheeseburgers he closed it and looked to Cas. The angel hadn’t even acknowledged the menu in front of him.
“What else can you tell me about this magic you felt?”
“The new magic is benevolent. I can’t tell exactly what it had been used for, but there were traces fairy magic in the gardens surrounding the house.”
“Fuck fairies. Think they have anything to do with this?”
“It’s doubtful. They tend to, uh, keep to themselves. Fairies have taken human lives before, but never so violently and ritualistically. They tend to like to watch humans dig their own grave, so to speak.”
“Then what?”
“The magic used for the cloaking ritual is very very old. I’d say it was old Enochian. Maybe older.”
At that moment the waitress approached the table. “What can I get for you boys?”
“Bacon double cheeseburger and whatever you have on tap.”
She scribbled that down and turned to Cas. “And for you sweetie?”
He looked to the waitress and for a moment Dean thought he might actually order something. “I don’t wish to eat right now, thank you.”
“I’ll leave a menu and if you change your mind just let me know.” She bounced away to fetch Dean’s beer.
“You almost looked like you wanted to order something.”
“I may.” He opened the menu and began flipping through the pages. Dean was stunned. After his unfortunate incident with Famine he figured the guy had given up on food. He didn’t really count those few days Castiel actually needed to eat since it was more for necessity than pleasure. He didn’t really count much of Cas’ brief few days as a human since they were spent frantically preparing for the showdown with Lucifer and doing the bare minimum to stay alive.
The waitress came back with Dean’s beer and Cas pointed to a picture of a chocolate shake with whipped cream and sprinkles. “I’d like to try this.”
“Ok, honey. One double chocolate milkshake coming up.”
She left again and Dean was smiling at him. Castiel tilted his head. “Why are you so amazed that I want to eat?”
“Because you haven’t since you were forced to right before Stull. You didn’t even seem to enjoy it that much.”
“I didn’t, but I wish to give it another try.”
“All right, that’s fine by me. A chocolate milkshake is a good place to start.”
“I believe it was a double chocolate milkshake.”
“Even better!”
At that point Sam walked through the door and spotted them across the room. Dean scooted over to let him sit beside him.
“So what’d you find out about the college kid?” Dean asked.
“Well, Tammy was a linguistics major. Straight A kid all the way. Her roommates say she was working late on a translation job the entire week that she was murdered.”
“Got an address?”
Sam pulled out a piece of paper with notes on it and nodded. “What about the waitress?”
“Average kid, really. The mom seemed upset that she seemed to stay out at all hours of the night. Apparently she was spending more and more time away from home recently so something’s up. But we kind of hit a dead end.”
At that point the waitress arrived with Dean’s food and Cas’ milkshake. She looked at Sam. “You want anything, sugar?” Dean was impressed with how many terms of endearment this girl could come up with.
“Tuna melt if you have it?”
“Sure thing.” She left again and the brothers turned their attention to the angel’s very big double chocolate milkshake. It had both a spoon and a straw and Castiel seemed hesitant about which one to use.
“Just pick one Cas,” Dean said as he took his cheeseburger in hand. Cas went for the spoon and took a small amount of whipped cream off the top and put it in his mouth. His eyes went wide when it hit his tongue.
He swallowed it and immediately began scooping more. “Why couldn’t I have craved this when we were up against Famine? I’m enjoying this immensely.”
“That would have been the most intense sugar high ever. I’m not sure if that would have helped or hurt the situation,” Dean said, taking a huge bite of his burger. When Castiel hit the actual double chocolate shake, his eyes flew even wider and he began shoveling into his mouth at an alarming speed. It was gone before Sam’s tuna melt ever made it to the table.
After their meal the three of them headed off to the address where Tammy had last been employed. It was a small office in downtown Flagstaff with no signs or any indication that the unit was occupied. As soon as they pulled up in the empty parking lot Castiel leaned forward and put his hand on Dean’s shoulder.
“There are Enochian Sigils layering this building.”
“Ok, guess that means you have to wait this one out. Stay here and if shit goes down give us a call.” He gripped Cas’ hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
“What if ‘shit goes down’ inside?”
“We’re big boys, Cas. We can handle ourselves.”
“I don’t doubt that, but this magic is older than I am. I don’t know what it is we are dealing with.”
Dean’s hand remained firmly on Cas’. Sam for the most part was looking at the building, but their rather intimate contact did have him glancing at them out of the corner of his eye. Dean seemed completely unaware of just what his body language was saying about him at the moment. “Don’t worry Cas. For some stupid reason we Winchester’s just don’t stay dead. We’re use to mortal danger by now. Just keep an eye out, ok?”
Cas still looked worried, but he nodded at him and retracted his hand from the hunter’s shoulder. Sam and Dean exited the vehicle and Cas remained in the back of the Impala feeling completely useless.