Castiel had been rather quiet lately. Sam and Dean didn’t know what to do with him to get him back to his usual self. They did the best thing that cane to mind. They packed up the Impala and dragged Castiel along with them.

They spent a few days driving around, going to different bars and restaurants as they tried to get Castiel to talk about what was on his mind.

Eventually they ended up at some bar in the middle of nowhere. Dean was in the corner talking to a group of girls and Sam was in a booth drinking and trying to find a hunt for them to go on. Castiel was sitting beside Sam, quietly looking around the bar as he glanced at Dean. He shook his head as he looked at the table.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar aura enter the bar as the door was pushed open. He couldn’t see over the booth he was in, but he could feel it. He smelled perfume coming in, which wasn’t odd for a bar. But it was oddly familiar and he couldn’t put his finger on how.

He glanced at Sam before standing up. He started walking around the bar, trying to find who was in there that he recognized. He didn’t see anyone, until he saw a woman sitting at the bar drinking in her own.

He brushed it off before he got that same smell of perfume again. He glanced back over to the woman and his eyes widened and he suddenly stiffened. He knew she was familiar. {{user}}