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Now.
Charlie plodded out of the kitchen of the bunker with her umpteenth coffee, and sat at a table in the map room. Every so often she checked her phone, but it remained devoid of messages. She got up and paced back and forth for a while, then sat down again. She checked her phone. Why am I still sitting here? She asked herself. Because you promised, she answered. That was a whole day ago, though, she argued. I’ve been patient. More than patient. He said he’d call, he hasn’t called. So he must be in trouble, and I need to do something. Enough, it’s time to go. Charlie stood up, and at that moment, Castiel appeared in front of her.
“Cas, finally!” Charlie exclaimed.
Castiel, not one for small talk, cut right to the chase. “What’s wrong?”
It all came pouring out. “Eleven days ago Dean went to get supplies and never came back and Sam and I looked for him and Sam worked out who took him and yesterday morning we found where he might be and Sam went to check and he made me promise to stay here and keep looking and calling you and I agreed because he was really stressed out about Dean but it’s stupid when you thing about it because we can call you from anywhere and I know he was only being protective …”
Cas cut her off. “Where?”
Charlie ran to her computer and brought up a map. She pointed. “Here. It’s a farmhouse. Sam left the gps on his phone turned on so I could track him and it went right here, stayed for about an hour, then moved a mile west then turned off. I think someone else did that to pretend he wasn’t there anymore. Sam was supposed to call me and he hasn’t called me so we have to go and get them.”
Cas stared at the map, frowning. She thought he looked puzzled. “So, we’re going, right?”
But she was talking to empty air. She made a frustrated noise, throwing up her hands in exasperation. “I guess I’ll wait here then.”