The Sensual World - f
Dean isn’t sure what happened between Sioux Falls and Sioux City but it is another month before he eventually gets to the city and tracks down the lawyer Bobby said owed him. It turns out the lawyer is simply holding all the paperwork that officially says Singer Salvage is his and Sam’s. There is also a safety deposit box key which in turn has another safety deposit box key which has two A4 pages of map co-ordinates.
Dean recognizes a couple of them as safe houses. One of which is, was, Rufus Turner’s. He takes the papers and then discovers there is a false bottom to the deposit box. A third piece of paper lies hidden there and this one has a page full of numbers Dean thinks look like bank accounts. “It turns out I’m a millionaire I’m coming for you Bobby. Heaven be damned.” Dean lets the thought run wild around his mind a second or two and then brushes it aside like ash.
He leaves the bank without a second glance and almost collides with a father and daughter. “Sorry,” He says and continues on his way. He doesn’t see them follow him as he gets into the Impala. The girl turns to her father and says something but he dismisses her and they continue on their way.
He’s at the doorstep to Jodi Mills’ house almost before he realises it. Jodi greets him with a welcome smile and even more welcome cold beer. It’s surprising how easy it is for him to speak with her about Sam.
“I miss him so much. I tried to talk him out of it you know. Seems like last couple of years all I’ve done is try to talk him down from crazy. Crowley, Purgatory, friggin’ Word of God Tablet crap, It’s like raising Sam all over again.” Dean says.
Jodi doesn’t say anything until he’s finished that beer and picked up another. They’re three-quarters through their second six-pack each and the alcohol has finally loosened Dean enough to be honest without self-editing himself.
“I miss Sam too Dean, but that’s not who you’re talking about. At least not anymore.” She says half expecting him to suddenly shut down the way he’s done so many times in the past whenever the subject of intimacy for anyone else is broached.
“Castiel? Fuck, Jodi, I give up with him. I don’t know where he is or what lunacy he’s up to and I; I don’t know. Part of me just wants to behead him and be done with him and part of me wants to…” Jodi cuts into his train of thought.
“Give him head,” she says and then realises she’s just said that aloud.
“What!” Dean stares at her. Did she really just say what I think she said.
“Give him a blow-job!” Fuck, stop talking Jodi.
“Yeah, I heard you the first time Jod’s. I’m thinking you might like the honor though,” Dean teases her.
“Absolut - hiccup - ly, I’d happily wrap my laughing gear around that sausage.” Jodi replies. Dean looks at her as if she’s gone mad. Jodi laughs and so does Dean. They laugh until their sides ache and then they sit in silence until the second six-pack is drunk.
“I miss Bobby.” Jodi says finally.
“I miss Sam.” Dean says, “I miss Cas.”
“I know, Dean. Sam is dead but Cas is still living and if everything you’ve told me is true, which it would be because super-dooper-mega-cosmic-supernatural-crap follows you like flies on shit. Then Cas needs a friend almost as much as you.” Jodi says closing her eyes and stretching out her legs across Dean’s lap.
“Super-dooper-mega-cosmic-supernatural-crap follows me like flies on shit?!? Well thanks for putting my life’s work in perspective Sheriff Mills.” Dean says semi-sarcastically.
Jodi gives him the thumbs up and says sleepily, “You’re welcome, night Dean.”
Dean sits for a while absentmindedly stroking her legs before coming back to the present and gently moving her legs from his lap to the sofa, picks up the empty beer cans and throws them away. He uses her bathroom and then kissing her on the forehead leaves her sleeping. He’s to drunk to drive so instead stretches out in the back of the Impala and catches a few hours’ sleep.
Somebody tapping on the window awakens him and there is Jodi with coffee in hand.
“You know you could’ve slept indoors. I wouldn’t have bitten.” Dean takes the coffee.
“Come in and have breakfast you idiot.” Jodi says and walks back into the house.
Half an hour later Dean is showered, fed and back on the road. He rings Garth and listens with surprising patience while ‘the new Bobby’ alternatively berates and informs him of the latest ‘super-dooper-mega-cosmic-supernatural-crapfest’ that’s plaguing the ever dwindling hunting community. Garth finally gets the panic out of his system and offers a heart-felt word or two of comfort to Dean about losing Sam.
“Ain’t right, Dean. Ain’t right but it’s what this life is and Sam knew what the life was. He might’ve whinged and bitched to you about wanting out but he was a true hunter. Just like you are. Just like John was. Just like Bobby was. He went out fighting a good fight…So, what do you need?” Garth asks.
“Don’t suppose you’ve got a lead on Castiel’s whereabouts?” Dean asks hoping Garth doesn’t ask too many details. He doesn’t.
“Actually, I might.” Dean heard the sound of paper rustling.
“I’ve been keeping an eye and ear out for him, what with all this falling angel talk and a thing came up a while back in Sioux City. Might be him. Might not be him.” Garth said.
“Just give me what you’ve got.” Dean said
“Right. Abednago El-Amin got picked up for beating some pimp into a near pulp. Now as far as I can see the police had him for the assault and he also matched the E-fit and video from the Senator Walker massacre. Done deal you’d think, right? Only the dude he beat up won’t press charges and his fingerprints and blood don’t match the forensic evidence.” Garth says sounding excited.
“Fine, Garth, cut to the chase.” Dean said with a weary expression, nerds and details. Sam would be loving this conversation.
“Right, point is nothing sticks, so they let this El-Amin character go. He’s been staying around the southside. Try Father Samuel Jones of the Southside 69’s Alright Church and Shelter. He calls himself Sister Mary and works with two other Mary’s.” Garth said.
“What is he, gay or something?” Dean asks.
“No. he just cross-dresses which apparently didn’t go down to well with his last parish. Got sacked and started his own church. They take in all strays. You’ll be right at home,” Garth said.
“Fine, Maverick. Send me the details,” Dean said, his second phone buzzed. “thanks. Keep safe Garth.”
“Will do. Hug Cas for me. Keep safe Dean.” Garth said and rang off.
***
C-M moved out of the apartment. He said that he didn’t trust himself not to violate Castiel any more than he had. Castiel assured him he didn’t feel violated but C-M still felt he should leave.
“I hope you find your Dean.” C- M said taking leave of Castiel who stood with Sister Mary and Mary at the apartment doorway.
“Thank you, will you be alright C-M?” Castiel asked.
“Charles Mathew Smith. That’s my real name and I’ll be fine. I’m just leaving here not the neighbourhood. Sister Mary and Mary will keep me in line.” Contrary Mary said then left.
“I didn’t know that was her name,” Mary said turning back into the apartment.
“She didn’t want to be known as a man, so I never called her Charles. She’ll be alright Castiel. Mary and I’ll see to that. I think she’s leaving more because she’s more than a little in love with you and you don’t feel the same.” Sister Mary said.
“I didn’t mean to make C-M fall in love with me.” Castiel said.
“It’s not a bad thing, Castiel. Do you know how you’ll find Dean and his brother?” Mary asked changing the subject.
“I guess I’ll try the hunting community, maybe Garth can help.” Castiel said more to himself than the other two.
“We get a few hunting folk at the shelter. Maybe they know something?” Sister Mary offered. Castiel thanked him although he doubted they were the kind of hunter he knew. Still working at the shelter got him out of this apartment and doing something that felt worthwhile, good even.
***
The police think Dean is drunk when he turns up trying to find information about Abednago El-Amin and for once Dean is thankful that he isn’t trying to pass himself off as a member of the law enforcement community. They do give him directions to The Three Mary’s.
When he turns up at Sister Mary’s, aka Father Samuel Jones, Southside 69’s Alright Church and Shelter, the last person he expects to see is the first person he sees. Castiel’s dishing out food to the homeless. He’s dressed in jeans, t-shirt and a plaid shirt.
Christ, he looks good. He looks a little like Sammy. Dean thinks as he stands in line. The lines getting shorter and Dean doesn’t know what to say. Where to start. What he feels. He’s next in line.
“Hello, Dean.” Cas says. Two words and it’s enough for Dean.
“Hello, Cas.”
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Dean recognizes a couple of them as safe houses. One of which is, was, Rufus Turner’s. He takes the papers and then discovers there is a false bottom to the deposit box. A third piece of paper lies hidden there and this one has a page full of numbers Dean thinks look like bank accounts. “It turns out I’m a millionaire I’m coming for you Bobby. Heaven be damned.” Dean lets the thought run wild around his mind a second or two and then brushes it aside like ash.
He leaves the bank without a second glance and almost collides with a father and daughter. “Sorry,” He says and continues on his way. He doesn’t see them follow him as he gets into the Impala. The girl turns to her father and says something but he dismisses her and they continue on their way.
He’s at the doorstep to Jodi Mills’ house almost before he realises it. Jodi greets him with a welcome smile and even more welcome cold beer. It’s surprising how easy it is for him to speak with her about Sam.
“I miss him so much. I tried to talk him out of it you know. Seems like last couple of years all I’ve done is try to talk him down from crazy. Crowley, Purgatory, friggin’ Word of God Tablet crap, It’s like raising Sam all over again.” Dean says.
Jodi doesn’t say anything until he’s finished that beer and picked up another. They’re three-quarters through their second six-pack each and the alcohol has finally loosened Dean enough to be honest without self-editing himself.
“I miss Sam too Dean, but that’s not who you’re talking about. At least not anymore.” She says half expecting him to suddenly shut down the way he’s done so many times in the past whenever the subject of intimacy for anyone else is broached.
“Castiel? Fuck, Jodi, I give up with him. I don’t know where he is or what lunacy he’s up to and I; I don’t know. Part of me just wants to behead him and be done with him and part of me wants to…” Jodi cuts into his train of thought.
“Give him head,” she says and then realises she’s just said that aloud.
“What!” Dean stares at her. Did she really just say what I think she said.
“Give him a blow-job!” Fuck, stop talking Jodi.
“Yeah, I heard you the first time Jod’s. I’m thinking you might like the honor though,” Dean teases her.
“Absolut - hiccup - ly, I’d happily wrap my laughing gear around that sausage.” Jodi replies. Dean looks at her as if she’s gone mad. Jodi laughs and so does Dean. They laugh until their sides ache and then they sit in silence until the second six-pack is drunk.
“I miss Bobby.” Jodi says finally.
“I miss Sam.” Dean says, “I miss Cas.”
“I know, Dean. Sam is dead but Cas is still living and if everything you’ve told me is true, which it would be because super-dooper-mega-cosmic-supernatural-crap follows you like flies on shit. Then Cas needs a friend almost as much as you.” Jodi says closing her eyes and stretching out her legs across Dean’s lap.
“Super-dooper-mega-cosmic-supernatural-crap follows me like flies on shit?!? Well thanks for putting my life’s work in perspective Sheriff Mills.” Dean says semi-sarcastically.
Jodi gives him the thumbs up and says sleepily, “You’re welcome, night Dean.”
Dean sits for a while absentmindedly stroking her legs before coming back to the present and gently moving her legs from his lap to the sofa, picks up the empty beer cans and throws them away. He uses her bathroom and then kissing her on the forehead leaves her sleeping. He’s to drunk to drive so instead stretches out in the back of the Impala and catches a few hours’ sleep.
Somebody tapping on the window awakens him and there is Jodi with coffee in hand.
“You know you could’ve slept indoors. I wouldn’t have bitten.” Dean takes the coffee.
“Come in and have breakfast you idiot.” Jodi says and walks back into the house.
Half an hour later Dean is showered, fed and back on the road. He rings Garth and listens with surprising patience while ‘the new Bobby’ alternatively berates and informs him of the latest ‘super-dooper-mega-cosmic-supernatural-crapfest’ that’s plaguing the ever dwindling hunting community. Garth finally gets the panic out of his system and offers a heart-felt word or two of comfort to Dean about losing Sam.
“Ain’t right, Dean. Ain’t right but it’s what this life is and Sam knew what the life was. He might’ve whinged and bitched to you about wanting out but he was a true hunter. Just like you are. Just like John was. Just like Bobby was. He went out fighting a good fight…So, what do you need?” Garth asks.
“Don’t suppose you’ve got a lead on Castiel’s whereabouts?” Dean asks hoping Garth doesn’t ask too many details. He doesn’t.
“Actually, I might.” Dean heard the sound of paper rustling.
“I’ve been keeping an eye and ear out for him, what with all this falling angel talk and a thing came up a while back in Sioux City. Might be him. Might not be him.” Garth said.
“Just give me what you’ve got.” Dean said
“Right. Abednago El-Amin got picked up for beating some pimp into a near pulp. Now as far as I can see the police had him for the assault and he also matched the E-fit and video from the Senator Walker massacre. Done deal you’d think, right? Only the dude he beat up won’t press charges and his fingerprints and blood don’t match the forensic evidence.” Garth says sounding excited.
“Fine, Garth, cut to the chase.” Dean said with a weary expression, nerds and details. Sam would be loving this conversation.
“Right, point is nothing sticks, so they let this El-Amin character go. He’s been staying around the southside. Try Father Samuel Jones of the Southside 69’s Alright Church and Shelter. He calls himself Sister Mary and works with two other Mary’s.” Garth said.
“What is he, gay or something?” Dean asks.
“No. he just cross-dresses which apparently didn’t go down to well with his last parish. Got sacked and started his own church. They take in all strays. You’ll be right at home,” Garth said.
“Fine, Maverick. Send me the details,” Dean said, his second phone buzzed. “thanks. Keep safe Garth.”
“Will do. Hug Cas for me. Keep safe Dean.” Garth said and rang off.
***
C-M moved out of the apartment. He said that he didn’t trust himself not to violate Castiel any more than he had. Castiel assured him he didn’t feel violated but C-M still felt he should leave.
“I hope you find your Dean.” C- M said taking leave of Castiel who stood with Sister Mary and Mary at the apartment doorway.
“Thank you, will you be alright C-M?” Castiel asked.
“Charles Mathew Smith. That’s my real name and I’ll be fine. I’m just leaving here not the neighbourhood. Sister Mary and Mary will keep me in line.” Contrary Mary said then left.
“I didn’t know that was her name,” Mary said turning back into the apartment.
“She didn’t want to be known as a man, so I never called her Charles. She’ll be alright Castiel. Mary and I’ll see to that. I think she’s leaving more because she’s more than a little in love with you and you don’t feel the same.” Sister Mary said.
“I didn’t mean to make C-M fall in love with me.” Castiel said.
“It’s not a bad thing, Castiel. Do you know how you’ll find Dean and his brother?” Mary asked changing the subject.
“I guess I’ll try the hunting community, maybe Garth can help.” Castiel said more to himself than the other two.
“We get a few hunting folk at the shelter. Maybe they know something?” Sister Mary offered. Castiel thanked him although he doubted they were the kind of hunter he knew. Still working at the shelter got him out of this apartment and doing something that felt worthwhile, good even.
***
The police think Dean is drunk when he turns up trying to find information about Abednago El-Amin and for once Dean is thankful that he isn’t trying to pass himself off as a member of the law enforcement community. They do give him directions to The Three Mary’s.
When he turns up at Sister Mary’s, aka Father Samuel Jones, Southside 69’s Alright Church and Shelter, the last person he expects to see is the first person he sees. Castiel’s dishing out food to the homeless. He’s dressed in jeans, t-shirt and a plaid shirt.
Christ, he looks good. He looks a little like Sammy. Dean thinks as he stands in line. The lines getting shorter and Dean doesn’t know what to say. Where to start. What he feels. He’s next in line.
“Hello, Dean.” Cas says. Two words and it’s enough for Dean.
“Hello, Cas.”
***
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