"It's the repetition of trust that leads to faith. And once that faith be becomes a deep conviction, things begin to happen."
Dean smiled. He had just finished a job in Los Vegas. Today was a normal day. Wake up, eat, go kill some evil spirits, wait for next job. He was on his way back to the hotel. Cas had called him earlier saying he was "taking a break." Yeah right, like killing demons and evil bastards was a "break".
Dean turned to his favorite radio station. It was playing Carry on my Wayward Son. For some reason, that song was one of his favorites. Every time he thought about why it was, he just got this chill down his back. It was ironically fitting to him and Sam. He and Sam were definitely wayward sons. Dean closed his eyes remembering his childhood, the good days before he had no worries. He opened his eyes quickly when he heard the screech of the oncoming truck, and swerved to avoid it.
After several more hours of driving, they finally arrive at the hotel where Castiel told them to meet him. "You sure this is the place Dean? I mean, Cas has standards."
"Maybe he had some secret stuff he had to tell us," said Dean.
Dean Pulled out the keys to the room and unlocked the door. He walked in to see all the furniture torn and singed. "What the Hell happened here?"
"I don't have a clue," said Sam. "I'll go get the guns."
As Sam went to go get the guns, Dean took a tour of the carnage. Then he saw Cas on the couch. Dean ran over to him and checked him for a pulse. Thankfully, he had a pulse. But, as with the rest of Dean's life, there was a snag. He wouldn't wake up. No matter how many times Dean tried, Cas just wouldn't wake up. He didn't appear to be hurt in any way.
As Sam walks in with two sawed off double barrel shotguns, Dean notices a shiny object on the table. It appeared to be a bronze and green wand. As Sam picks the mysterious object up, they hear the toilet flush. Dean and Sam take the shotguns, and stealthily walk over to the bathroom. Outside the door, they see a strange looking red hat.
Inside the bathroom they hear humming, and the sound of the mysterious person washing their hands. Then, the sink turns off, and the man walks out, straightening his bow tie. He checks his watch and exclaims, "Well, you're here earlier than I expected. 17.5 minutes to be exact. If you ever want to see Castiel awake, you'll have to trust me."
"And why should we trust YOU? I've met a lot of evil son of a bitches that told me to trust them," Said Dean with an edge to his voice.
"You must trust me because I am he Doctor."