Summary:

He was broken, and the only thing keeping him intact, even by just a thread, was his brother and friend. But, nothing good can last, and as his brother fades from his life the last thing supporting him was his angel. But as I've said before: Nothing good can last.

The storm clouds obstructed the view of the night sky, lightning flashing across the angry clouds illuminating the large raindrops that pelted the ground below. Wind howled as the feet ran across the mud, splashing up the dirt and water. Heavy breaths fogged around the fleeing man, his lungs pained with not enough air. He just wanted to escape yet that would never happen. He knows he's not safe in heaven nor hell nor earth. He can't be safe in his own mind or body. He was always reminded of his failures, his disappointments.

His own father didn't even want him.

His brother always argued him, his friends are all dead. The closest thing he had to a happy life was when he was with his girlfriends and her son, but even then he wasn't happy. He couldn't be, after all, who could be happy when they couldn't even save his younger brother?

He just needed space. His brother was back- soul and all- he escaped from Purgatory, the Leviathans, he should be thankful he was alive... But he just couldn't be.

He kept running, watching as the grey clouds mixed with the horizon, creating the look of an endless void. He never got closer to it, no matter how fast, how far he ran. The rain soaked through his clothing, leaving him drenched and cold. He didn't care. His tears mixed with the rain, washing away and disappearing. He felt like his tears, easily washed away.

"Dean."

The voice echoed in his mind, it was so steady and monotonous.

"Dean."

The voice was so familiar. Why? Why was it here? Following him, haunting him.

"Dean, wake up."

Wake up? What did it mean? Wasn't he awake? Running? Trying to escape this abyss?

A hand reached out and grabbed his arm. Dean haunted, unable to break free from the grip. He tugged and squirmed, but he couldn't escape. He could never escape.

"Dean, you must wake up. Now."

Dean finally turned to look at his captor, only to be met with a pair of what would have been vibrant blue eyes, if only they weren't tired and worn becoming the dull eyes they are now.

"Cas..."

Castiel stood infront of Dean, his eyes wandering around the landscape, "Dean, your mind is so unsettling. What made you so unstable?"

Dean didn't answer, his mind? Wake up? What... What's going on?

He was with his brother, hunting. They were chasing a vampire, followed it to the nest. Then there was a hot white pain and he was here, running.

Trying to escape from the abyss he calls a mind.

"Dean, wake up. Now."

Thats right. He needs to wake up. His brother, he needs to be there for Sammy. His brother needs him, no. He needs his brother.

Dean's eyes groggily opened. The light blinding in his eyes. He brought his hand up to block out the unwanted brightness. He groaned feeling pain shoot into his head. It was so damn painful!

"Cas! You did it! You got him to wake up!" The voice. It sounds like Sammy.

"Sammy?" Dean croaked out, his voice dry and rough, "Cas?"

Something warm engulfed Deans hand, squeezing it reassuringly, "Hey Dean, glad to see you awake. I was worried I lost you for a minute."

"What happened?"

There was a pause, "It was an ambush- the vampire nest. If it wasn't for Cas we both would have been dead."

Dean nodded, they were getting sloppy. They really need to focus more, otherwise they would be dead. Dean sat up, holding his pounding head, damn it hurts.

Two fingers pressed against the head, a tingling spread throughout his body chasing away the pain. Thank God there was an angel with them.

Dean chuckled dryly, trying to lighten the mood, "Well then,matter that all-too exciting encounter, I say we go get some cheeseburgers!"

Sam groaned, "Is that all you ever think about?"

Dean took a offensive look on his face, trying hard to mask his smirk, "Of course not! I also think a lot about beer and girls!"

"And Cas..."

"What was that?!"

"Nothing, nothing," Sam stood, throwing Dean a jacket, "Whatever. We can get food. I'm pretty hungry too."

Dean smiled, "Of course you are. How about we hit that Five Guys? I heard they give you a hell of a lotta fries." Dean stood, putting on his jacket and grabbing his car keys. His baby... The vampires better wish they didn't damage his baby. Otherwise Dean would make sure they pay. Somehow.

He ignored the stare he was receiving from Cas. He learned the best thing you culd do when getting awkwardly stared at was just ignore it. Especially if it was Cas.

"You coming Cas? Or do you have some special angel mission to ditch us for?" Dean asked, a smirk on his lips but the tone of his voice was still all too serious. It was true, no matter how much he, or Sam, liked Cas and helped him, Cas did ditch them a lot.

Castiel shook his head, "No," he said, "I do not need to 'ditch you' this time."

Dean nodded and opened the door. The trio walked out to the impal. The first thing Dean doing was checking the car for scratches and damages.

"You know," Sam started, sighing, "When you said that we were going to get food, I though we would, you know, go get food."

"And we are. Just after I make sure my baby is alive," Dean shot back, smiling in relief when he saw nothing wrong with his precious car.

they all got in and Dean started the engine, happy with the low purr the sound of the car made. He loved his car. It was a ten minute drive from their crappy motel to the rest urgent, another five minutes to find a parking spot, nod another two to finally get inside and order. Not like this information was important to say or anything, other than the fact Castiel was constantly asking 'when do we get there' and 'doesn't driving always take this long.' And as Dean ever so kindly noted, 'you'd think he'd be used to how long driving takes by now.'

They sat down at a table her the window, Dean waiting impatiently for their order to be called up. The burgers look so freaking good.

Sam, on the other hand, wasn't so enthusiastic. The burgers were greasy, the fries were greasy. All this was just a heart attack waiting to happen- and he wasn't so keen on visiting Lucifer again anytime soon, (he knows he won't go to heaven. That's the side effect of being Lucifers vessel and all. Well, at least he'd be with Dean).

Sam stood, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Great thing to know," Dean said, "Are ya' also going to pee? Or just go see how pretty the bathroom is?"

Sam rolled his eyes, walking away. Dean smirked. His brother was so fun to mess with.

He turned back to the table, seeing the only other person sitting with them stare at him, "Dean, we need to talk"

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