Chapter 1: A Phone Call

Lebanon, Kansas
Fall 2014

Sam let out a sigh as he shut his laptop down for the night. Ever since the angels had fell it was more of the same, chaos and destruction everywhere. Cas was graceless and no amount of lore research gave any answers or a possible solution. Dean looked just as defeated as he sat poring through file after file from the Men of Letters archives.

"Everything Cas has done for us and we can't do a damn thing for him." Dean shoved the folders away in frustration. "All this knowledge and we're useless." He walked to the fridge and grabbed two beers. "We should have just killed Metatron the first time we saw his slimy face."

"We couldn't have known." Sam got up to stretch. "We'll figure out something. We always do."

"I'm starting to get tired of always having to be the ones figuring it out." He grabbed his ringing cellphone off the table. "Unknown number." He shrugged and put it back on the table. "I'm turning in. Come get me if he shows up tonight."

Sam nodded as he sat back down. "I'm going to research a little more. Good night, Dean."

"Good night, Sammy."

The ring of Dean's cellphone woke Sam from where he'd fallen asleep on a stack of papers. He yawned and creaked his neck before answering. "Hello? No this isn't Dean. Who is this? Lisa Braeden?" He was wide awake now as he hurried down the hall to Dean's room, not even bothering to knock. "Dean, wake up," he nudged him forcefully.

"Is it Cas?" he asked groggily.

"No. It's Lisa Braeden."