Tell me where we go from here 37/?
Chapter 37
Working was good. Dean had gone stir crazy in the bunker with nothing to do than to think about him and Cas and the problem between them that wasn't actually there. Sam had picked up on that, of course he had, but after that one attempt of talking about it Sam had dropped it.
In a silent agreement they'd come to the decision that they needed a hunt to clear their minds, at least Dean needed it, so they jumped at the opportunity to check this accident out. They both knew that it probably was nothing but that didn't really matter.
Dean spent hours that evening to forge them IDs and he was content, almost happy. Sam didn't even complain about him humming while he was working but engrossed as his brother was in his research Dean wasn't sure if Sam even noticed.
When they were ready for bed Dean hoped that he could sleep for once. This was a different bed under different circumstances with nothing reminding him of Cas. The bed even smelled different and that was good, too. Dean made himself comfortable under the covers. Then his phone rang.
There weren't many people who knew his number and half of them were in the same room as him so it was rather pointless to check the caller's ID but he did it anyway.
Cas.
Not sure if this would turn out to be good or bad news, he hurried to answer the phone.
"Cas?" It sounded almost desperate in his own ears but he hoped Sam and more important Cas would chalk it off as worry.
"It's me, Dean." Cas answered and that ghosted a smile on his face. Cas and phones would never become friends. "I'm back."
"That's good to hear." And it was. Suddenly Dean could breathe easier, the knot in his chest loosened and he took a deep breath.
"Everything okay with Hannah?" With a delay he remembered the reason Cas had left in the first place. Or better, the official reason Cas had left. Over the last few days Dean had started to wonder if that had only been a welcomed excuse to get away from Dean.
"She is fine." Cas assured him. "There has been a little hassle but everything is fine now."
Dean had no idea what Cas would consider a little hassle but politics in heaven had never been their concern. They had enough going on on Earth.
"I'm on my way back to the bunker now." Cas told him.
"You have a car?" Dean remembered that Cas' car was still in the bunker's garage which left the angel stranded out there without wheels.
"I rented one." Cas answered in all earnesty and that made Dean chuckle. Cas was probably the only one he knew who would actually rent a car to get somewhere. Even Sam was more likely to steal one than to rent one and he was considered the good kid.
"That's good." Dean said and tried to not show his amusement too much. From the other bed Sam threw him a questioning glance but Dean just shook his head. "We're out, working a case. Dunno, how long this will take." Or how long he wanted this to take, if he wanted to see Cas as soon as possible or not.
"I could join you."
"We're not even sure if this is anything." Dean admitted. "By the time you get here we're probably already on our way back home." He had no clue where Cas was, if he'd used the same portal or not. Did they still move it around? He didn't know, so he couldn't tell how long it would take Cas to get here.
"I'll wait for you at the bunker, then." Cas agreed and ended the call. For a moment Dean just stared at the phone. Was this just Cas being Cas or something else?
"He alright?" Sam asked when Dean didn't speak on his own.
"He's fine." Dean put the phone on the nightstand. "There was a hassle in heaven, whatever that means, but everything seems fine now. He's rented a car and is on his way to the bunker now."
"He rented one?" Sam shook his head in amusement.
"He's an angel." Dean reminded him but couldn't keep a straight face. "Thou shall not steal or something like that."
"He doesn't have a problem with you stealing things."
"He does have this little problem with following the rules, though." Dean admitted and dropped into the pillow. It was soft and fluffy, maybe he could sleep after all. "You should know that by now." He turned his head to glance at his brother.
"As if you play by the rules ... like ever." Sam countered and reached for the lamp on the nightstand between their beds. "But it's good to hear that he's back." Sam said into the sudden darkness and Dean could only agree.
Dean stared up at the ceiling and couldn't sleep because of the thoughts running through his mind. So he focused on the case. He made a list to whom they needed to talk to in the morning and he made another list of things that could be behind this so called accident. The first list was rather short and he fell asleep over the second one.
To his own surprise Dean did sleep well that night and for once woke up refreshed in the morning.
Both of them wanted to wrap this case up as quick as possible so they just got a coffee to go for breakfast and went over to the coroner to see if the body was still there. Dean doubted it, it had been almost a week and there was no reason to keep the body, but they hoped the coroner had at least done his job and they could have a look at the file.
As expected the construction worker, Andrew Green, had been released two days ago and was already cremated. The only good thing about that was that he wasn't likely to turn into a vengeful spirit but that didn't help them finding what had killed him in the first place.
"Why are you interested in this?" The coroner asked, already working on his computer to pull up the file.
"Insurance." Sam answered. "We have to make sure that nobody else is in danger."
The coroner threw him a glance over his wired glasses. "And to make sure the family doesn't sue your asses."
"Our job is the safety at the construction site." Dean spoke up. "Everything else is not of our concern."
The man nodded to that and then stepped back with his hand buried in the pockets of his white doctor's coat. "Well, have a look."
Before Dean could even think about moving Sam was sitting in the chair and squinted at the screen. Dean stepped behind him to read over his shoulder.
"You say here." Sam pointed at a line. "That the point of entrance was at his leg? And you're presuming contact with a live wire?"
"That's correct." The man nodded without taking his hands out of his pockets and if Dean wasn't mistaken he was slightly bouncing on the balls of his feet. The man was already fed up with them keeping him from his work.
"Look, gentlemen." The coroner tried to reason with them. "I don't know what you hope to find here but Mr. Green showed the classic signs of an electrocution and they were working on the wiring of the building at that time. It was just an accident."
"But he was there after work." Dean reminded him. "Any idea why?"
"I'm just the coroner." The man answered. "I can only say what killed him."
Before the man lost his patience entirely the brothers thanked him and left.
"So, what do you think?" Dean loosened his tie on the way back to the car.
"I don't know." Sam made a face. "Let's see what we can find out at the construction site."
It took them a while to find the responsible foreman and that man was even less thrilled than the coroner by their visit. They showed their ID and introduced themselves as construction inspectors.
"The police says it was an accident." The man, a Steve something, had to yell over the noise on the site. "It's tragic but things like that happen."
"The report says Mr. Green was here after his shift ended." Sam used his authority voice on him. "And it looks like he came in contact with a life wire. Can you tell us how that happened?"
The man took off his helmet to scratch his scalp and then put it back on. "I don't know. We have a very strict policy about work safety. I don't know why he was up there or what he did there. There shouldn't have been any juice on those wires."
"Did Mr. Green get along with his coworkers?" Dean asked but made a mental note to check the fuses and the wires with an EMF meter.
"Yeah, of course." Steve answered easily but then narrowed his eyes on Dean. "What are you trying to say?"
"Just checking the facts." Dean raised his hands in defense. "So, is it possible that somebody had switched the power on on purpose?"
"It's not impossible." He had to admit. "But I don't know who would be capable of doing something like that. And why?" He looked from one to the other. "Andrew was a good guy. Nobody hated him or anything like that. It was an accident."
"Okay." Dean shared a look with his brother but Sam didn't have any more questions either. "We would like to see the place where it happened, then."
The foreman didn't seem pleased with that idea but called one of the other workers over to show them.
"Only with these." Steve handed out helmets and Dean made a face at that but he got that it was for his own safety and it would blow their cover for sure if he refused to wear one. At least Sam looked more ridiculous with that orange thing on his head than Dean ever could.
Grinning Dean followed the worker deeper into the building. Of course there were no elevators yet and even the stairs were only improvised ones. Good thing he didn't have any problems with heights.
"Call if you need any help." The man who had guided them through the building said before he left them to their behalf. Dean doubted that was covered by the very strict safety policy but right now it worked in their favor. As soon as the man turned his back on them, he had the EMF meter out and started a quick round. If he was honest, he didn't think it would spike.
The needle moved a bit, which was expected with all the wiring around, and he was about to leave it at that when all of a sudden the meter lit up all the way with the needle hitting the end of the scale.
"Wow." He made. Trying to pinpoint the exact location he made a half-turn. So far the room only had concrete walls with holes for doors and windows, some slits for the wires and the usual debris on the floor you found on every construction site. Nothing out of the ordinary.
The hot-spot was right at a wall with wires already in the slits and ends hanging out but one quick test, knowing what they would be looking at Dean came prepared, showed that the wires didn't have power. At least not now. So it wasn't the electricity screwing up the reading.
"We're at the fourth floor, right?" Dean packed his stuff away and stepped back from the wall to have a better view.
"Yeah." Sam came up next to him. "Somehow I doubt it's in the ground."
They didn't need to say it out loud but they both knew they would come back at night. With sledge hammers.
Chapter 38
Masterpost