Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, two people who are far more talented than I am.
A/N: Yeah... I know, I probably should be working on my other fanfiction which is long over do for an update but what can I say, I'm having a Transformers writer's block at the moment so in the meantime, I'll be working on this little bit of craziness.
“GAH! Dammit, Cas! Quit doing that!”
Castiel's face remained annoyingly placid while his charge fumed at him. “Hello, Dean.”
Dean sat down on the rickety motel bed, irritated with his heavenly companion for popping up behind him again. Grabbing a beer from the cooler near his feet he lifted his eyes to the other. “So, you find God yet? Can I have my necklace back now, please?”
“No, I haven't found him yet and I need your help.” Castiel replied and then stopped to look around the room. “Where's Sam?”
“Out getting food. And what do you want me for this time?” Before Castiel could answer Dean held up a hand. “If this is another Teenage Mutant Ninja Angel hunt, count me out, I'm trying to stay as far away from Archangels as humanly possible.”
“No, this is not about the Archangels.” Castiel replied. “God isn't in heaven and He isn't on Earth so He must be in a different plane. Another dimension.”
Well that was the last thing Dean expected to hear. Luckily he had finished swallowing the gulp of beer he took. Lowering the bottle he gave the angel a disbelieving stare. “Another dimension? You mean there's other worlds besides here, heaven and hell?”
Castiel nodded. “Yes, and I believe that God may be in one of them.”
“How many more are there?” Dean asked.
“Thousands, at the least. Some are nearly as lovely as heaven, others almost as awful as Hell. And there are some that are a lot like Earth.”
Still having a hard time wrapping his head around this, Dean scrubbed a hand over his face. “And let me guess, you have no friggin clue which one, am I right?”
“So, you want me to go dimension hopping with you? Thanks but I'll pass. I've been away from Earth long enough. Not really itching to go jumping into some random dark abyss... again.”
“You misunderstand me, Dean. I can't go into other dimensions. Before I could, but now that I'm cut off from heaven's power, that privilege is lost to me.” Taking a deep breath, Castiel continued. “However, there is a way that I can get into other planes.”
Dean's brows arched at that. “And that would be...?”
Thunder roared and a large bolt of lightning forked the sky. Wind howled, ripping through the trees, the rain poured to the Earth, and a figure walked, heedless of the surrounding chaos.
God, how he longed for a bloody cigarette but it was useless trying to light up in this torrential crap storm. Well, he was nearly to his crypt anyway.
A small sound drifted over his ear, causing him to halt. He turned in the direction of the sound and sighed. He should've known.
She was on her knees in front of the gravestone, a bouquet of sopping wet roses in her hands, the water running down her face that was not only rain. She heard the sound of sloshing footsteps behind her but paid no attention until a cold hand clamped on her shoulder.
“You stupid bint!” The vampire behind her growled. “It's the middle of the night! All kinds of nasties are out and about just hoping for someone stupid enough to be out here! Keeping their hopes alive, is that it? You think your big sis died just so you could become vamp chow?”
She said nothing, only looked away from the grave to him, her bloodshot eyes the only evidence of her crying, her tears long lost in the rain.
His anger at her drained and he let out a sigh. “C'mon, Li'l Bit. Let's get you home, eh? Cold and rain's not much of a problem for me, but we don't need you out here getting sick.”
Reaching down, Spike gripped the girl by the arm, gently drawing her to her feet. “C'mon, time to go home, Dawn”