I push open the old rusting door of the motel room. Sam sits at the desk flipping through a book tracing the pages with his fingers. Dean turns his head towards me and furrows his eyebrows.
"I thought you two went out to check out a crime scene" he barks. I place my knife down on the table and run my hair through my hair.
"We did" I bluntly answer. Cas opens the door and walks over to the bed to sit.
"Then what took you two so long?" He waves his dagger around.
"We went to research in the library" I lie. "Looked like a werewolf but it seemed off so we wanted to see if there was maybe a different kind of werewolf"
"Yes we found no different kinds though" Castiel blurts out and fixes his shirt. Sam set down his book and turned around to join in on the conversation.
"Cas is a mess but his hair is never like that" Dean points to Castiel's hair which had been messed up from me playing with it.
"Dean that's irrelevant to everything" Sam says quietly.
"Shut up Sam" Dean takes a swig of his beer. "So what happened?"
"We got attacked by angels.." Cas grumbles.
"Not those winged asses again" he scuffs and gets up to open the fridge.
Desperate to end this conversation I yawn and flop onto a bed.
"I'm going to bed..." I groan and burry my face into a pillow. Dean changed into his pjs and took the other bed. Sam would be stuck sleeping with me which wouldn't be bad if he wasn't so tall. I practically had to lay on top of him so I wouldn't fall off the bed.
"What about me?" Cas said
"You don't sleep Cas..." Dean groaned and looked up from his pillow "sit down in the chair until mornin" he points to a small decaying wooden seat in the corner of the room. Cas walked over to the seat and sat sadly in it until morning.