I Have No Strings On Me (Book2)

Why, Where, When and How?

Then: "Hey, Cas. Look at me. Don't you dare think for one damn second that what I said was true. You help a whole lot more people than you hurt, believe me. Hell, you've saved my ass more times then I can count." Dean places his hands on Cas's jaw line, "Cas...you're worth everything to me."

Cas looks up into Dean's eyes. "I need you Cas."

-and-
Just then Sam walks out of the bathroom, smiling. His eyes traces the ground leading to Dean. His eyes fall onto Dean's. Dean slowly stands up, but crashes into Sam's arms. Sam raps his arms around his big brother, smiling widely. When they break Dean keeps his hands on Sam's shoulders, tears in his eyes.

"I've missed you Sammy."

Sam nods, "You too, Dean." They hug once more before letting go, that's when you come out of the bathroom.

You blush, "Hey Dean! Sorry about the head-" but Dean raps his arms around you tightly. You're caught off guard at first, but then you hug him back.

You break the hug and Dean straightens up, "Well I guess we have to catch you up too, huh?"

Dean shrugs, "Yeah, but later. We have a case to solve."
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Now: So far the four of you have spent two days looking for information on this new killer. You've asked locals, made many phone calls, re-read John's journal so many times you basically have it memorized, and searched the computer for hours on end. Cas was currently in Africa looking into local legends out there.

"Jack! I've got jack! Jack with a side of squat!" Dean shouts angrily while slamming the laptop shut. He runs his fingers through his sandy blond hair and sits back.

"Same," Sam sighs, setting down the lore book he was reading. "Alright- lets review what we know. This...thing has long white hair, a green eye and a white eye-"

"And looks to be around my age." You say, joining the conversation.

"Yes. Dean, are you sure you don't know where you were when she kidnapped you?" Sam asks.

"Yes, for the thousandths time, yes!" Dean answers, annoyed. "The place looked like a wearhouse but I only saw just one room. I saw a pair of doors leading who knows where."

Sam pauses for second, then takes the laptop from Dean and opens it up. Typing something in he mumbles, "What if its not a wearhouse..."

You and Dean glance at each other and stand up. Sam's concentrated face lights up as he lifts his hands from the keyboard.

"Boom!"

"What!?" You and Dean say simultaneously.

"White Willow Psychiatric Hospital, just north of here. It was an insane asylum that was abandoned in 1953 after patients started disappearing." Sam glances up, looking for a reaction, but you just motion him to continue.

"But get this, a nurse who worked there saw one of the patients slip out of their room. She followed the patient to the basement where she saw the patient open a hidden door. Apparently, the patient has been keeping other patients down there, only two were alive. The nurse then witnessed the patient, listen to this, "rip out one of the patient's throat and drank his blood. Then proceeded to hypnotize the other person with green-like mist"."

Your face drops as Dean's eyes widen.

"Call Cas, Dean." You order.

Dean holds his arms in the air, palms facing upwards. "Cas, get your feathery ass over here." He opens his eyes and looks around. Seconds later you hear a flutter of feathers and Cas appears in front of Dean.