SuperWhoLock: The Mysterious Casey Logan

Old-New Friends

Chapter One

Old-New Friends

Sam and Dean were packing their bags and getting ready for their trip. The trip Dean was not remotely happy about. At all. They were going to London to investigate a case. This case just so happened to be the one Casey and the Doctor came across.

"Dean, you know Cas' grace is running low. We're just gonna have to fly there."

"Seriously, is there no decent angel left?" Sam scoffed.

"If there is, we haven't met him yet." They finished packing their bags and went to the Impala, Dean still fuming. He turned the engine over, music blaring out of the stereo.

"Seriously? Kansas?" Dean complained.

"I thought you liked Carry On Wayward Son?"

"It's alright. But still, not my first choice." He changed the station, Travelin' Riverside Blues by Led Zeppelin beginning to play. A gleeful smile spread across Dean's face.

"Happy now?" Dean looked to his brother.

"Couldn't be more." They drove to the airport, a sickness in the pit of Dean's stomach worsening with every passing second, despite the classic 80s rock on the radio. Sam noticed Dean was looking a bit pale. For a brief second, he wondered why Dean should be afraid of planes, him of all people. But, remembering his own phobia, he tucked that hypocritical thought away. They pulled into a parking space and began to walk toward the airport. Dean tried taking deep breaths, but that didn't seem to help. They went inside, got their tickets, and prepared for boarding. Dean was humming Enter Sandman for comfort. Sam chuckled. He reached in his pocket and pulled out an MP3 player. Dean looked at him.

"Loaded with Metallica, Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, and AC/DC. The greatest hits of mullet rock." Dean grabbed the MP3 player and put it in his pocket. That's when he noticed the man in a trench coat standing in front of him.

"Cas?" Dean whispered. "What're you doing here?"

"Hello to you too. Listen, we need to talk. Alone." Dean looked to Sam, who just shrugged. He cleared his throat.

"What about?" Cas looked around and put his hand on Dean's shoulder. Suddenly, Dean found himself in the men's room with Cas.

"I said alone, Dean."

"Dude, a little more warning next time. Now what's so important?"

"This case you're working on, I have...doubts."

"What kind of doubts?"

"This might be the work of angels."

"Since when have you had 'doubts' about angels?"

"It's...a different kind of angel, trust me, you wouldn't understand."

"Try me." Cas sighed. He hesitated for a second.

"Just...don't blink." Dean gave him a confused look.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Trust me, don't blink. I'll see you when you get there." And, out of the blue, Cas gave Dean a small kiss on the cheek. It took Dean a few moments to realize he'd left. He couldn't see his face, but he knew it was whiter than snow. His hand literally started to tremble as he ran it through his hair. He looked in the mirror. He was right about the color of his face. At least now he had something to keep him awake on the plane. He quickly walked out of the restroom and sat back down next to Sam. Sam could tell something was troubling him, other than the plane ride.