Losing Hope | {BOOK 4}

95| Family Time

Dean and I reluctantly moved in to the map table where Sam had heaps of research spread out along with his laptop.

"What's up, Beautiful Mind?" Dean quipped, avoiding looking at me.

"Guess I just figured we can't exactly track Dagon, so I've been reading up on Nephilim, trying to figure out how much time before-"

"'Lil Lucifer pops?"

I glared over at Dean, but he still avoided my gaze.

"Yeah," Sam nodded, eyeing us both. "Okay, so we know Kelly got pregnant sometime in early December. According to the lore, Nephilim don't need nine months to get to full term, so I think she'll be giving birth around May 18th. Which means-"

"We have less than a month to find her," I finished.

"Yeah, and exactly no where to start."

"Well, maybe Eleanor knows something. She is good at keeping secrets about Kelly from us."

"Oh my God, let it go!"

"Anyway," Sam glared at both of us, "even if we do find her, I don't-"

He was cut off as the Bunker door opened and a familiar trench coated angel walked inside.

"Cass."

"Hello," Cass said, coming down the stairs.

"Hey. You're alright. Um- where have you been?"

"Let me rephrase that for Sam," Dean glared at the angel. "Where the hell have you been? And why have you ignored our phone calls?"

"Where I was, the- the reception was, uh, poor," Cass explained.

"No bars? No bars. That's his excuse. Wow."

"Didn't Eleanor tell you? I was in Heaven. I was working with the angels. When I saw Dagon had captured Kelly, I-I thought they could help."

"No, Eleanor did not tell us," Dean growled, glaring at me.

"We were busy!" I cried, glaring back at him. "When I got back you and Sam dropped the bombshell that you were working with the freaking Brits! So, it slipped my mind! I'm so sorry I don't tell you every single detail of what goes on in my life!"

"I missed something," Cass noted, narrowing his eyes as he studied me and Dean.

"It's nothing," Sam shook his head. "And? What happened with the angels?"

"Nothing."

"Well, at least you're back. We're glad you're back."

"Really?" Dean rounded on Sam. "No, I'm sorry. Okay, 'cause while you were striking out in Heaven, we had a shot at Dagon, and we lost."

"I know," Cass replied. "I received your messages."

"Oh, you did- you did receive the messages? Okay, that's good."

"Dean."

"So not only were you ditching us, but you were also ignoring us? That's great. 'Cause we really could have used the backup. But you were too busy with, um," Dean clicked his tongue. "What was it? Nothing?"

"Dean, I-" Cass tried to get a word in.

"What the hell is wrong with you, man? You know, whatever. That's..." Dean chuckled. "Yeah. Welcome back."

Dean turned on his heel, heading down the hall as he stormed off.

"Dean, y-" Sam began, but gave up when he realized it was pointless.

"Why is Dean mad at you?" Cass asked me, brow furrowed.

"Because I'm the one who helped Kelly escape at the diner. Excuse me."