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Chapter 8: Heavy as a Feather

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Flying like a cannonball, falling to the earth

Heavy as a feather when, you hit the dirt

How am I the lucky one?, I do not deserve

To wait around forever when, you were there first

First you get hurt, then you feel sorry

Cold War Kids: First

Castiel

August 2016

 

Castiel rubbed his tired eyes.  It has been three weeks since Benny went missing.  Was kidnapped actually.  He knew that he should have gone with him, but Benny had insisted that he needed to be alone so Castiel let him go.  He regretted that now.

 

Castiel refused to believe that he was dead.  So he kept working.  Tirelessly plugging away at the information that they have gathered on Dean Winchester and his little gang.  Interestingly enough there was a lot of information out there about Winchester, but none of it was useful.

 

He reached for his cup of coffee only to find that he had drained it already.  So instead he rose to go to get more of the black sludge that the coffee pot at the station made when his phone rang.  He sighed and went back to pick up the phone, “Hello?”

 

Silence.  There was nothing but silence on the other end.  It raised the hairs on his arms.  He tried again.  “Hello? Is anyone there?”

 

Suddenly his computer started to flicker.  “What the hell?” Castiel said as he reached for his mouse to move it.  It remained in the same spot but the screen continued to flicker.  He hung up the phone the call forgotten as he tried to make the damn computer work when suddenly it went black and text started appearing across the screen.

 

Agent Novak. Agent Novak. Agent Novak. Agent Novak. Agent Novak. Agent Novak. Agent Novak. Agent Novak. Agent Novak. Agent Novak. Agent Novak. Agent Novak.

 

Suddenly his printer sputtered to life and started printing.  He reached over and grabbed the sheet as soon as it finished printing and froze.

 

It was a list of names.  Victims actually.  Some of the cases he personally investigated.

 

When the second sheet of paper came out he ripped it out just as quickly.  He zeroed in on the first name, Alastair,

 

He sat back and rubbed his mouth as his printer continued to spit out paper.  Evidence.  It was all evidence to crimes that were both known and unknown.  Someone hacked his secured computer and sent him evidence.  

 

His printer started to beep meaning it ran out of paper and Castiel scrambled to put more paper in it.  And it continued to print.  For almost an entire hour, his computer remained locked and his printer released page after page.  Lists of patterned numbers.  Lists of names.  Locations.  Everything that a Prosecutor needed for a trial.

 

It was almost too good to be true.

 

It would take days, weeks even to go over all the evidence.  Months to investigate it.  Something told Castiel that it wasn’t a hoax.  That it was all legitimate.

 

Castiel reached for his phone to call his brothers.  He had to ask them if any of this could be admitted as evidence.

 

His screen started to flicker again and Castiel focused on it.

 

Another message typed itself across.

 

You’re welcome Agent Novak.

 

When all was said and done Castiel had almost an entire ream of paper.

Notes:

So what did you think? Should I keep posting or make like Elsa and let it go?