God's Family Meeting

Chapter 21

Pinching the final ingredients in the bowl placed atop the sigil drawn on the table, Rowena clasped her hands together, taking in the tracking spell that she'd created, before finally chanting the incantation in Enochian.

The bowl gave off a faint smoke, signaling that it had located their target; Castiel. Although Dean was glad that they'd found his companion's location, he refused to let it show, he wouldn't give the wicked witch any satisfaction for her work.

Rowena than held up her restraints as close to the tallest Winchester's face as physically possible, a look of determination dead-set on her sharp features.

"Let me go now. I've given you two what ya wanted."

 Sam looked over to Dean in a questioning manner, as if to ask him, should we let her go?

Dean's response is what anyone would expect. He shook his head in refusal. This infuriated the woman, clenching her jaw, she threw her hands down dramatically and fled back to the corner that she was previously sitting in.

She then turned her attention toward her son, noticing his unusual silence.

"I thought ya would've make a comment by now with that sharp tongue of yours, eh?"

Crowley directed his gaze toward his fiery mother with a glare, before returning his gaze toward the loose strings hanging off the ends of the sleeves of his black peacoat jacket.

"I simply have nothing to say, mother. In fact, one could say that I don't see the point of these two imbeciles holding me captive."

Dean merely rolled his eyes, seeing as he had nothing much else to do but listen in on the duo's short conversation.

"Yeah, yeah. 

Rowena, how about you reveal where Cas is exactly?"

 Rowena shrugged her shoulders, taking her time to readjust her vivid red curls before actually responding to the older Winchester's question.

 "As far as I could tell, he was with ya lord and saviour."

This caused both of the brothers to squint, merely taking a brief glimpse at each other before they finally realized what the witch had meant.

"Do you mean. . . Chuck?"

Sam spoke almost hesitantly, tilting his head in a doubtful yet hopeful manner. The witch nodded, not even bothering to utter a single word after.

"Are you serious?"

Dean narrowed his eyes at the redhead before turning towards Same, dragging him a few steps away from the mother and son a few seconds after, to consult with his brother.

"How the hell are we gonna get ahold of Chuck? He's literally God. There's not really any way we can friggin contact him."

Sam sighed before pursing his lips in thought. What could they do, really? As much as he wanted Dean to be wrong (And it was obvious Dean himself wanted to be wrong) he was right, wasn't he?

"That's fair. But, I mean, there has to be some way, y'know?"

It's not that he didn't trust Chuck with Cas, after all, he did create him, but, if they didn't get the blue-eyed angel back soon, Dean was sure to flip out eventually.

As soon as Sam had spoken, Dean nodded his head rapidly in response, very obviously trying to convince himself that they'd get Cas back soon, easy-peasy.

But, then again, it was more difficult than that. They have to find a way to either summon, or communicate with Chuck, the creator of everything they've always known.