Dean

It just wasn't Dean's day… Not at all. It had started off pretty normal, at least, normal for him which meant in a cheap motel to a Metallica alarm. He sat up and looked over to see his brother Sam stirring. They were in between hunts at the moment so they could afford to sleep in a little, if sleeping in meant waking up at 7:00 am. "Morning Sammy! We're off today on the road. Maybe something will come our way. Or maybe we'll be extra lucky and have a day off."

Sam sat up and yawned, "Don't jinx it Dean." He grumbled. Dean smirked and headed to the bathroom to get ready to go.

Sam did the same and within fifteen minutes the brothers were ready to go. They got into the Impala and Dean turned up the tunes, Metallica blasting out of the open windows. "Just for once Dean, would you keep the rock off please?"

Dean smirked again, "Nah, you would get bored." He was right; it would be a long and quiet drive without Dean singing along to his favorite songs.

The Impala sped up, speeding down the highway. Dean was happy, as happy a she could get these days. When he was in his baby, nothing ever seemed wrong.

The brothers stopped for lunch on the side of the road, they had picked up some sandwiches on the drive and stood eating, Dean leaning on his car.

Without warning Castiel was there, sitting on the hood of the Impala. "Get off of my car Cas." Dean growled angrily. Cas slid off of the car and stood with his hands in the pockets of his trench coat.

"We need your help. Both of you." The angel said resolutely.

Dean rolled his eyes, "We? You and your garrison of angels you mean."

"Of course. Will you help?"

"Well, it depends on what you want so don't get too hopeful now."

Cas looked on, his face not even twitching. "I cannot tell you what we need you for. I can only hope that your faith in us will lead you to do the right thing." From one of the many pockets of his coat he drew forth the Colt and another similar gun with silver bullets. "You will need both of these."

With another intense roll of his eyes, Dean took the guns and answered stiffly, "Guess again birdie. We ain't doing anything for you unless we know what you want."

Sam responded in kind and Castiel's face became just a tad darker and intense. "You boys need to be taught a lesson. In the past I have aided you, and you will not help me. Prepare, then, to be punished."

There was a bright flash of light; almost as bright as the light of an angel in true form and the next thing Dean knew he was lying on hard, dusty ground with a root sticking into his left leg. He sat up slowly; his head was spinning, and opened his near blinded eyes. It took him a moment or two to register what he was seeing, Sammy and he were in the middle of clearing surround by fallen trees. Whatever Cas had done to them had sent them into the forest area with enough force to knock a few tall trees over.

Sam looked just as bemused as Dean felt and they stood as one. Dean took one more look around before turning to his brother and growling, "What the hell has he done?"

Sam looked around again, eyes wide and very bemused. "Hell if I know." He responded with a slightly shaky voice.

Dean blinked and said, "Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."

"No shit Captain Obvious." Sam replied with a twitch of his lips. "Maybe if you pray to show your faith Cas will bring us back home from… Wherever we are."

Dean nodded and looked up at the too clear blue sky and the bright green forest, he didn't think they were even in the same country anymore… Maybe it was Canada? Who knew, maybe Cas had sent them to heaven? Whatever he had done, Dean knew that praying was a sure way to bring himself back into the angel's favor. So, he prayed, he asked for help, sent his thoughts to the sky or whatever.

"Maybe he'll reverse whatever mojo he did to us." Dean said to Sam as he finished his quick prayer for help.

If Sam and Dean were lucky - which they never were, Dean thought grimly– then they could leave this overly bright, natural place.

Then Dean heard horses and the sound of metal clinking, and his heart plummeted. There went his damned luck…