The boys both took the bus to the bottom of Michigan, them having to get off the buses when they ran out of money. Great. But what do the Winchesters do when they're short for cash? Gamble and hustle. Sam found a bar easily and they entered the loud and dim bar, the sound of a sports channel and pool echoing throughout the whole establishment.

Sam got them a table and examined the crowd near the pool tables, looking for an easy target that they could play for. The hunter looked to the ex-angel. "Dean taught you how to play pool, right?" he asked, glancing to the tables. Castiel nodded and looked to the tables. "How do you earn money by shooting the balls into the slots?" he asked, his head tilting slightly. Sam chuckled and stood, gesturing for Castiel to follow him. "Watch and learn," he smiled slightly, his face twisting with pain as he stood. He still hasn't healed. The wounds were too fresh.

Sam and Castiel stood at the pool table as they readied their pool sticks. Sam leaned over to Castiel slightly. "You know how you're good at pool, well don't be. Miss the slots. Hit the wrong ball. Only score once," Sam instructed and didn't explain further as he took the triangle and lined the balls, leaning down to strike the white ball against the others with a loud clink, the balls going across the table and two making it in slots. Sam smiled smugly and looked to Castiel, telling him to remember what to do.

Castiel nodded and positioned himself and the pool stick to hit the white ball, purposely hitting one ball off the table and making it fly at the wall, a group of guys looking angry at the human.

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Sam and Castiel exited the bar with hundreds lining their pockets, both still energized by the stunt they pulled. Yes, they had money now, but that didn't mean they were going to get on anymore buses any time soon. Sam skillfully hot-wired a faded blue, Kia Optima and they headed south.

They slept on the side of the road in South Bend, Indiana and headed off to the town of South Bend when they woke at 8:29 am. Sam had remembered something while he was asleep, and he needed to make sure his thoughts weren't just something he imagined or created.

The boys quickly stopped at a small town fast food restaurant and ate breakfast. Sam had a cup of fruit and a plate of eggs and toast, while Castiel had waffles and a few pieces of bacon. Both got a large coffee to-go to chase after the breakfast they had.

Sam needed his laptop or his phone to test his theory, but Crowley had taken their belongings, and they had no idea if he planned on returning their equipment if the got Dean- No. When they got Dean. They drove to the St. Joseph County Public Library and parked the car. They would have to abandon it sooner or later, maybe in a day or two. Castiel walked in the library behind Sam, his eyes scanning the book haven.

The library was huge, which was perfect. Sam had found the floor where all the research papers and personal work is printed, and he knew the computers were going to be ancient with the way the outside of the building looked. The money was probably all focused on renovating and updating the kids section, not to mention the thousands upon thousands of books that accompanied the local library.

Castiel roamed the library as Sam went to the computer lab to research his memory. He found that he quite enjoyed the library. It was quiet, for the most part. People were absorbed into books, kids ran around and played Hide & Seek within the millions of high bookshelves, and bored teenagers sat in groups around the tables, "studying" for exams and "researching" for book reports. One group intreeged Castiel the most; a group of three huddled around a dictionary, muffling their giggling and laughter as they read definitions aloud quietly. This group confused Castiel. He had no idea how much humor could be in a book full of definitions from the English language. He sat at an empty table and watched everyone, his actions not being creepy at all in his eyes. He was only watching humanity, which is something he always enjoyed, even as an angel.

Sam typed away at the computer, using his booked time wisely. Luckily, the list wasn't long at all since nearly every school student was done with their reports, for the most part. He had to see if his senses were correct. When they were being taken from the hunt, Sam tried to memorize everything he could, even with the blindfold and handcuffs restricting him from fully examining his surroundings. He knew he smelled something as they were being taken. Only last night had he fully captured what he was taking in. He smelled pine. Pine trees and fresh water. He heard the water too. It was falling. Pine trees and a large waterfall, probably leading into a stream or creak of the sort. There were a million different places that had these aspects, but Sam had added in the warehouse that Castiel had talked about. Yes, he did know he was taken somewhere on Earth, but he didn't know the type of Hell bent building Crowley and his Hell Bitches had taken them. He narrowed it down to one state,

Georgia.