Hunting for Cas

[gun_or_horse]

Colt had gotten the text from Cass and of course he was worried. But he promised her he wouldn't go to her.

He had a feeling he knew why she didn't want him around. The message for Will had hinted that she had done something stupid. If their Dad and Uncle were around they'd probably yell at her for it too, because God forbid anyone try to smack sense into her when she was like this.

Grabbing his jacket he headed out. His cell was in his pocket, but it was turned off. He needed to do something before he really talked himself into hunting her down.

Sighing he pulled his phone out. "Come on Not!Dean pick up the damn phone."

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[artistwithknife.livejournal.com]

Dean glances over when he phone starts wringing, cursing slightly and looking around to find a towel to press again the gash on the underside of his forearm. He grabs the phone, checking the number before answering it. "Hey, Colt."

[futurehellgod.livejournal.com]

"I need something to do. Got a text from Cassie... Fuck I know she's doing something stupid but she didn't tell me where she was." Yeah the kid sounded worried and pissed. Sounded more like he wanted to deal with pissed, worry later.

[artistwithknife.livejournal.com]

It was all too easy to play it cool, like he had no idea what was going on. "Siblings are good at that. What sort of something you looking for? Information or distraction?"

[futurehellgod.livejournal.com]

"Distraction, though not girls, because Gabby'll kill me if I did that."

He was juggling the keys to the truck. "Any ideas? Because pool and beer ain't workin'."

[artistwithknife.livejournal.com]

"Hunting. Always helps me when I'm angry. You got a newspaper nearby?" He tucks the phone against his shoulder, headings for the bathroom to look for some gauze and medical tape.

[futurehellgod.livejournal.com]

"Getting one and some coffee. Should I meet you somewhere?"

[artistwithknife.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Where are you right now? I'll find us a diner. I'm starved."

[futurehellgod.livejournal.com]

"Just getting to the car actually, heading south. Should be on main in about five minutes." He's not sure if Dean can just bounce around like Tabby can. He's figuring that Demons can't so he's gonna be nice.

[artistwithknife.livejournal.com]

Well, his current boss was trying to teach him teleporting around, but that had been nothing but bad luck for him so far. Skylark it was, at least for now. "Alright." He finished wrapping up his arm before going over to the laptop Sam got him, typing and looking for a couple minutes. "There's The Rooster diner on that road."

[futurehellgod.livejournal.com]

"I know where that is. I'll get us a corner booth. Not Dad coming too?"

[artistwithknife.livejournal.com]

"Nope. Just you and me. Sam's off doing Sam things. Studying or something. Meet you there?"

[futurehellgod.livejournal.com]

"Yeah I'll be there soon don't worry. I'll get us a table too, back corner?"