Chapter One

Daylight poured through the curtains of the hotel room waking Dean, as he turned over in bed, groaning in sleepiness. He opened his eyes and waited for them to adjust to the light before he got out of bed.

As he walked by the bed, where Sam was asleep he called out to him to wake him up. "Sam?"

Sam stirred and opened his eyes to see Dean. "What time is it?" Sam moaned.

"It' morning," Dean said. He turned towards the other bed, intending to wake Shayla, only she wasn't there. He walked towards the bathroom to find the door shut, the sound of water running on the other side.

"She's in the bathroom," Dean sighed, "I could have slept another half hour."

"At least she's up," Sam said. Climbing out of bed, he walked across the room and looked out the window. "How long do you figure it'll take us to get there?"

"A few hours," Dean said, "That's why I thought we should get an early start." Looking at the bathroom, Dean continued, "Refresh my memory, why did we bring her along?"

"Because she won the tickets," Sam said, "She offered to share them with us. It'll be a cool show."

Dean sighed and said, "If she ever comes out of there." He walked over the bathroom and knocked loudly on the door. "Shayla?!"

After a few seconds, Shayla opened the bathroom door and walking past Dean she said, "Must you pound on the door?"

"Must you take so long?" Dean said, entering the bathroom.

Looking at Sam, Shayla said, "He's just a ray of sunshine in the morning."

Sam smiled at her.

As Sam sat across from Dean and Shayla, at a diner, he observed them both having the same sausage and eggs and a shared serving of hash browns.

Noticing Sam watching them, Dean said, "What?"

Sam shook his head said, "I wonder sometimes."

"About what?" Dean said.

"You two," Sam said, "Are you sure she's not your twin instead of mine?"

"Why do you say that?" Shayla said.

"Look at you both," Sam said.

Dean and Shayla looked at each other and then back at Sam. "We don't look alike," Dean said.

"You both like the same music, the same type of food, and you're both incredibly stubborn," Sam said.

"That's not true," Dean said.

"No, we don't like the same music," Shayla said.

"Not entirely," Dean said.

"You both like to make fun of me," Sam said.

"But it's so easy to do," Dean said.

"Fun too," Shayla said.

"I rest my case," Sam sighed.

"Don't worry," Dean said, "I think you two look more alike."

"Do you," Sam said.

"In fact you're becoming more like her everyday," Dean said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sam said accusingly, "Are you trying to say I'm acting like a girl? Is that it Dean?"

"We're about done here, aren't we?" Dean said, standing up.

"Absolutely," Shayla said.

"Dean…?" Sam said, following them to the door.

As they walked outside, Dean said, "Take it easy, I was only messing with you."

Sam frowned at his brother and then looking towards the car he said, "Hey, look who's here."

"Oh, not today," Dean groaned, as they approached Castiel who was waiting by their car, "Just one day off is that too much to ask," Dean complained.

"Cas," Sam said.

Castiel nodded at them, but said nothing.

"Is there something we can do for you?" Sam said.

"I'm not sure," Castiel said.

"You must be here for a reason," Dean said.

"Yes," Castiel said. "There was something I had to check on."

"Like what?" Dean said.

"Like you," Castiel said, "There's a threat that I feel you may have been exposed to."

"So, it's nothing new then," Dean said, "Thanks for the concern, but we're on our way to…" He stopped in mid sentence as Castiel placed his hand on the left side of Dean's neck.

"Cas, seriously?" Dean said, "People are going to stare."

Castiel removed his hand and said, "You're fine, you don't have it."

"Have what?" Dean said.

Ignoring Dean's question, Castiel turned to Sam and said, "I should check you too."

"What are you checking for?" Sam said.

"A virus," Castiel said.

"You think I may have been affected by this thing too?" Sam said.

"It's possible," Castiel said. He raised his hand towards Sam and then stopped, looking past him.

Sam and Dean followed his gaze to observe Shayla who had lagged behind and was standing rubbing her forehead.

"Something's wrong," Castiel said.

"Shayla?" Sam called out to her.

Shayla took a step towards them and lost her strength falling to her knees.

They all rushed to her, Castiel reaching her first, taking hold of her arm to steady her. "Shayla?" Dean said, taking her other arm, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," Shayla said, "I just started to feel…funny."

"She's really pale," Sam said.

"Dean…." Shayla said, before falling unconscious into his arms.

"Shayla?" Dean said.

"It's her," Castiel said, "She's got the virus."

Shayla was restless as she lay in bed, suddenly waking with a start. She rubbed her eyes and then, looking around the room she realized she was in unfamiliar surroundings. From the double bed she was in, she could see matching bedroom furniture, carpeting, and a closet door slightly ajar. She got out of bed and looked out the window to see a neighborhood of houses, lining a clear sunny day.

She looked in the closet to see rows of blouses, sweaters, dresses and dress pants neatly arranged on hangers. Then she noticed other clothes, more pants, jackets, and sweaters all clearly part of a man's wardrobe.

"What…?" she said to herself. An adjoining door behind her opened, causing her to jump, as someone entered the bedroom.

He stopped for a moment when he saw her and a familiar voice said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Shayla watched him walk across the room, covered only by a towel around the waist and even with his wet hair, she still recognized him.

"Cas?" she said.

"Yeah?" he answered her. She didn't respond so he looked at her and smiling he said, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Shayla said, "Weird dream…"

"Angels or demons?" Cas said.

"Excuse me?" Shayla said.

"Your dream," Cas said.

Shayla paused and looking at him she said, "Angels."

"Good," Cas said, "No nightmares then."

"It can't be," Shayla said, to herself.

"Did you say something?" Cas said. Shayla didn't answer so Cas said, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"It's all of this," Shayla said, gesturing around the room, "You and…me. Doesn't this seem strange to you?"

"I'll admit I'm still getting used to it myself," Cas said, "But I'm sure all newlyweds feel the same way."

Shayla stared at him and said, "New…newlyweds?"

"Yes," Cas smiled, walking towards her, "Like you and me." He kissed her on the cheek and walked past her.

"You'd better hurry up and get dressed," Cas said, "If we're late we'll never hear the end of it from your brother."

"What do you mean?" Shayla said.

"Dean is expecting us," Cas said, "He'll be disappointed if we're not there."

"It has to be a dream," Shayla thought to herself, "It has to be."

Shayla followed Cas as they walked from the parking lot, encountering crowds of people, gathered in an outdoor area set up with rows of chairs, facing a stage. Shayla stood observing the podium and a few more chairs set slightly to the back of it. She was startled by a cheerful voice, "Hi, you're here."

"We made it," Cas said.

"Lisa…" Shayla said.

"Dean was worried you might not be here," Lisa said, "But I assured him you would. I knew his own family would not let him down."

"Where is Dean?" Shayla said.

"He had to get ready," Lisa said, "I don't think I've seen him this nervous for a long time."

"Well, it is a big deal," Cas said.

"That's for sure," Lisa said.

"I was hoping to talk to him," Shayla said.

"It will have to wait until after the ceremony," Lisa said, "I know he'll be happy to see you."

"Is Ben here too?" Shayla said

"He wanted to be," Lisa said, "But with him being so far away at school, he couldn't make it."

"How does he like boarding school?" Cas said.

"He loves it," Lisa said, "He always writing and telling me what a great place it is and all the things he does. He's doing well, Dean and I are really glad we decided to send him there."

"It looks like they're getting ready to start," Cas said, "We should take our seats."

"Just follow me," Lisa said, "Family sits up front."