Dean shut down his alarm clock but the sound of Ramble on didn't die down. He groaned and kicked himself mentally as he remembered his phone. Reaching blindly on the nightstand, he fiddled his phone with a grunt and closed eyes.

"Make sure this is important or else I'll cut your manly mane for waking my beauty sleep—"

Sam's amused voice cut off his drama, "Geez, good morning to you, too. I'll be able to drown you in a coma induced coffee but.." He took a deep sigh, "I lost my shoe."

Dean blinked and processed on his brain (currently on hibernation) with the words he heard. He blurted out a loud snort until he laughed complete with tears and a whizzing breath. He can sense Sam's god mode bitch face on the other line. Wiping down a tear off his eyes, he cleared his throat. "Okay, so you really hit it off."

"Dean." Came a warning voice, the dangerous tone from Sam and Dean stifled his laugh again.

"Calm down your hooves, Sammy. Just tell me where the hell this time your date drop you off."

After Sam's rant call, a knock on the door cuts off his reverie of downing his mug of coffee with a mix of whiskey on it. He didn't bother peeking on his window as the knock sounded furious and loud enough that the door rattled. He yanked the door hastily wearing his pissed off face of the century.

"Your car blocked off my driveway. Would you mind moving it so I won't be late for my appointment?" A more pissed off, smoldering, glaring daggers man said. The man whose Dean's worst nightmare, a new neighbor of his life.

Dean didn't even know that his former neighbor sold the house not until Jo asked him about 'the new kid on the block.' And the weird thing is that every night, he heard a crash or a scream from the new neighbor's house. Maybe his new neighbor was some kind of a psycho killer.

He side glanced at his car past the guy's shoulder and yup, it blocks his neighbor's gold Lincoln Continental pimp car. He turned back his attention to the guy in front of him. And he can't help his eyes checking the guy's whole being. From the dark brown tousled sex hair, that rumpled, ridiculous too big for him tan trenchcoat, the twisted blue tie that matches those big piercing ocean dark blue eyes, down to those pink luscious, chapped full lips—

And he was cut off as the man turned around and walks away briskly with a mission of wrecking Dean's precious car. And Dean followed behind running for the guy walks faster than any walkathon contestant. "Hey!"

"I can move it out of my way—" The man said reaching Dean's car door handle but Dean caught his wrist fluidly.

"Cool down, man. It's too early of your Britney Spears rant." Dean said all giddy smiles but the guy narrowed his eyes dangerously at him.

The guy pried his hand away from Dean's grip as he steps aside, giving Dean a room to snuck his ass inside the car. Dean 's smile ended up a sneer as he got inside his Impala muttering 'weird mofo had a period' as he parked the Impala away from the said weird mofo. He dared to fake a smile as the guy only glared more at him. And he's lucky he didn't bleed with that glare.

"You're welcome. I'm Dean by the way." Dean unleashed his precious smile that made most of the ladies swoon as he climbed out his car. But his smile died in an instant when it didn't affect the guy's smoldering face.

"Castiel." The guy—Castiel, (yeah, because his weird the name fits) said icily with his stoic face and monotone, rough, graveled voice. Now Dean wondered if the guy was also an android on the loose.

"Nice meeting you, Cas." Dean said sarcastically before Cas ignored him and got inside his car.

Drive on the road, left him with its smoky trail. So, he just rolled his eyes and drop one last check over on his baby before running back inside his house. As he made his way inside his room, getting his wallet and phone, he noticed the wall clock's hand stopped.

He stared at it as if it's going to move if he stared hard and long enough his eyes turns red. And he almost squeaks upon remembering Sam. So, he once again ran back to his car but before he successfully hauled his ass inside the car, a blue-eyed lanky kid stood on his way.

"That thing is going to kill you."The kid is way too serious and now threatening as he invaded Dean's personal space.

Dean huffed in defeat, "Look, kiddo I've got a panic moose to handle and if I arrive there too late, the world is in grave danger." He handed awkwardly the kid a few wads of dollars.

But the kid just looked at him like he'd said something very wrong. Well, what he said was kind of exaggerated but it wasn't that wrong because Samantha surely plots now his plan of revenge upon settling him on random blind dates. And that random date was none other than Becky, aka Sam's nightmare and stalker.

The kid's face turned more determined as he squared his shoulders, "Your soul is fading out. And the only thing that can save you is to jump-off or you're gonna die..here." He steps away from Dean as someone passed by and gives Dean a nod.

"Hey, what're you rambling about?" Dean crossed his arms over his chest as he stared down at the kid.

The kid blinked then looked down worriedly at his shoes and fiddled the edge of his dark red hooded jacket. He gave Dean one last befuddle look from his baby blue eyes before he walked away with hunched shoulders.

"Huh. Is it the coffee or the too much blue I saw first thing in the morning?" Dean mumbled as he got back inside his car.

Blame the early rush hour traffic of why Dean stuck on the highway. Ten messages from Sam of 'Where the heck are you, man? I'm dying and I need my salad.' Litanies of colorful curses when he nearly crashes into the bumper's car in front of the line. When he finally arrived at the said place, he waited twenty minutes for the moose to come out from his habitat. His calls straight away to Sam's voicemail because the bitch was starting his revenge.

"I swear to Elvis, if you won't show up I'll leave you, Samantha. The forest will be your sanctuary until your freakin' hair grows out freakin' long. You'll need a tall castle for it—"

A loud big explosion cut off his kind of joke threat. He looked around where the noise was. His eyes landed on a scene of commotion a few meters away from where he stood. Three cars crashed and smashed each other, smoke appeared from of the car's hood. Cars alarmed, blared out in dissonant noise.

He walked through the throngs of people around the accident area. A few minutes passed, an ambulance arrived along with the firetrucks. The medics immediately took the victims carefully out from their wrecked cars. One of the worst victims was a mother and her son. One of the medics pumped the woman's chest, reviving her from it's bloody, no pulse state, face unrecognizable due to damage.

Dean swallowed the bile rising up his throat and he almost throws up. He backs away and took a few deep calming breaths like the shrink told him to do after dealing his depression caused by the car crash who took his parents in a flash. He's just only four years old with 6 months Sam on his arms. Bobby, a family friend and adoptive Uncle of his, took their adoption.

And Dean was thankful of the life he got now. After he finished his GED, he settled working on Bobby's Autoshop as a mechanic at day and bartender at night. He did it for years and supporting Sam's college lawyer course until he graduated.

No, it wasn't that easy at all. Especially when times like this the panic attack strikes back that he can't handle without passing out. The booze is one of those things that can dull the twisted pain inside slowly killing him. He hides it from his family and friends up until now.

The vibrated buzz on the back of his pocket jeans pulled him back down to earth. Fiddling with shaking fingers on his phone, he answered Sam's call.

"Dean, are you okay?" Of course, Sam heard his hallowed breath on the other line.

He ran a hand through his hair as he caught the kid who ran on him earlier standing among the by watchers. "Yeah, I'm good. Don't stress your mane."

"Hey, I'll be the one telling you that."

Dean cleared his throat, changing the subject, "So, you finally came back from Mars. How's E.T. phone home?"

Sam just only sigh and probably rolled his eyes, " I'm waiting here in the car."

"Oh. Uhm, good now just wait for more." He heard Sam's protest before he hangs up and looked around. But he lost the kid on his sight. A voice behind him caught his attention. He turned around only to find no one behind him.

"Jump off, Dean."

Dean huffed and turned around once again, expecting Sam's giant form and smug face. But again, nobody is standing behind him. "Yup, I should probably put more whiskey next time—" His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of a hooded shadow stood beside the now dead victim. "..or not."

He blinked many times and rubbed his eyes, but the pitch black shadow slowly turned its head to him. Dean's hair on his nape stood as those obscured red two eyes under the hood glowed and simply glared at him. Even though he can't quite clearly see the face of it, those eyes were enough evidence that the thing was glaring at him.

Dean's breath now more shallow and he stepped back. But he yelped (a manly yelp) when he bumped onto something..or someone tall as his brother.

"Ouchy, Dean." Sam hissed when Dean smacked him a thwack on his head.

"That's for creeping me out—Ouch!" Dean achieved back a hard flip from Sam.

"And that's for setting me up on a disastrous blind date! Really, Dean?! Of all the revenge you pulled is Becky?! Why, Dean?! Is that how you really hate me?! And I hate you back for that. You know what, never mind." Sam stomped away and Dean jogged because his brother has its long limbs who only took five strides where the car parked.

He glanced back one last time on the accident. The shadow was gone but the feeling of someone's watching him lingered. Or maybe the coffee and that Castiel's sour mood kicked in so hard that made him hallucinate things. He got inside the car before Sam's bitch face mix in.

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Of course, Sam's bitch face mixed in as Dean laughed at his mess. Sam told him the mess of a date he'd been through as the waiter keeps on messing every time Becky made a move (sneaked her foot towards his groin). Well, at the end the waiter was the ex-girlfriend of Becky. So, Sam ended up talking to the manager of the restaurant instead.

"What happened to your lost shoe?" Dean asked too obvious stifling his laugh as he parked the car in front of Bobby's Auto shop.

Sam cleared his throat and ran his huge hand through his long shiny smooth hair (in slow motion like a shampoo commercial model) "I..uhh.." He blushed and Dean turned to him raising his eyebrows suspiciously. "Things got fuzzy..and.."

Dean whistles and punched his brother's arm, "Way to go, Sasquatch. I'm glad it didn't end up tapping Becky's ass. I'm not sorry by the way."

Sam glared at him as he got out of the car and Sam followed suit. Until they got inside the shop Sam's still blushing like a high school girl nerd with pigtails and angsts. But before he pushed on that matter, Bobby greeted them with his gruff scowl™. Well, the scowl was for Dean for being 30 minutes late.

"Sorry, Bobby it's my fault—" Sam's being a saint mode been cut off by a someone cruel.

Dean who rolled his eyes for his brother's too precious begging puppy eyes and destroyed his dignity. "He lost his shoe."

Bobby stared at Sam hard enough for the Sasquatch to cringe. "Boy, I don't wanna know."

And that's the cue to start their day. Sam headed straight to catch some shuteye and crashed on Bobby's old squeaky couch that smelt different kinds of alcohol. While Dean does his work on the silver Prius, upgrading everything.

The owner keeps on bitching about the car's engine and It's just the second time the car experienced a tune-up. After dealing with it, Ash and Kevin declared lunch with Dean in tow. They landed on a diner that made glorious pies and Dean salivating chosen variety of different pies.

Devouring every creamy, crunchy piece. He didn't forget the take out salad and other rabbit side dish for his moose of a brother still passed out on Bobby's couch. How the hell he even sleep with the smell? Sam's on vacation and within the next three days, he will fly back to Florida to face his ass kicker clients.

His brother had an apple pie life along with his long time dog named Jess. That he would always check every god damn hour where he left it to Charlie: a dog lover and Queen of Mondor. Dean was thankful Sam tried spending his time with him even though finding a free time being a lawyer was considered a miracle.

So, they're going to spend the last three days with booze, women and getting laid. And he's 101% sure Sam will say a big yes because he's the big brother damn it. And it's on the rule of big brothers pestering their younger brothers. Dean's big brother rule book specifically.

They walked back to Bobby's shop bantering about aliens, on how to kill using a piece of pencil, how to use socks in times of trouble with no toilet paper around. Dean grimaced with disgust on the last one and left them. His throat dry and the urge of drinking whiskey at work is a no-no. Especially in Sam's unconscious presence.

While standing in front of an old, cranky vending machine, patiently waiting for the last can of Coke to come out, and he got no other choice because he's kind of lazy finding another, staring at how slowly it moved, he can't help thinking about what happened a few hours ago. The gory accident and that hooded black shadow lurking with those glowing red eyes. Dean kicked the vending machine hard enough until the precious can of coke came out.

He picked it up grudgingly and opened it with a fizzing sound. He took a sip and ignored how bad it taste. His mind drifted out again, "Damn, I felt like I'm on a shitty suspense horror movie."

The deafening silence inside the convenient store made all the hair on his body stood. He glanced back at the counter where the cashier watched a video on his phone. Dean took a few calming breaths. The itchy feeling of two eyes watching him is back, now on its intense creepy level.

His heart hammered inside his ribcage as the light flickered above his head. He shut his eyes tight, tightened his grip on the can coke he's holding. Counting down slowly, he opened his eyes with gritted teeth and he winced upon the light. He now stood in a different place.

"Fuck!" He stumbled back, eyes widened in horror, coke can no longer on his hand. "How the fuck did this happened?"

He found himself stood in the middle of a dark forest. The ground wet and muddy with its clay brown soil. Dried dead leaves covered above it. The twisted branches on each huge dead trees were like bony wicked fingers moving swiftly along the chilly gust of wind.

"Jump." A voice whispered from nowhere echoed.

Dean scrambled back, panic and fear rising inside his gut. His eyes darted everywhere finding a way out. The whispers got louder inside the forest and he can't move his legs as he tried to run. The mud swallowing his feet.

When he turned around, the shadow watched him, floating like a dead leaf. Torn edge of its dark hood like octopus trailing on it's back. Willow- bony hands extended and reached him. He struggled and doubled his efforts strain his legs.

The shadow hovered close to him now. Dean poured all of his strength along with the adrenaline and pulled his legs out from the muddy swamp. As long as his feet moved and no longer stuck, he bolted running as fast as he can, never looking back. He could hear the whispers following him.

"Jump off!"

Dean halted, panting, hands on his knees. He turned around and the shadow's hands stretch towards him. Below the cliff is endless darkness. He shut his eyes, stood rigidly and let his body fall. The empty darkness swallowed him.

"Dean!"

Dean sucked in his breath, eyes widened, panting, and Sam's worried face came into his blurry view.

"You okay?" Sam asked, holding Dean's shoulder.

Dean blinked his eyes and calmed his breath. It was just a dream, no, a fucking nightmare but it felt too real. "I..uhh..just peachy."

"You fainted, man." Sam fix him with a glare and a pissed tone on his voice.

Dean's eyes gone unfocused as he checked the surrounding. He's inside their house, "I need a drink."

He stood up and surprised when he stumbled down. Sam caught him though. His legs felt sore and tired like he'd run a 5k marathon the whole day.

Sam shot him a half concern glare, "Please, tell me what's goin' on. You won't like the way I crack that out." Now his bitch face leveled up to god mode.

Dean took a deep breath, glanced at his brother's somber face then at the old wall clock which is oddly working on now, then back at Sam's now annoyed face, crossing his arms over his chest. "You won't believe it—"

"Have you met me?" Sam deadpanned and blew his fringe and sat on the coffee table, facing Dean.

Dean worried his bottom lip, "I saw this..thing.." He licked his lips, clenched his fist tight as Sam stared at him tersely. "Like hours ago from the accident site. This creepy shadow showed up with red glowing eyes. Then I heard.." He swallowed, "..voices..then this weird dreams—" He stood up hastily, "You know what, I'm just tired and my mind playing tricks on me." He plastered a fake smile but yeah Sammy always knew.

Sam stood up slowly and patted his shoulder, lip tight in a thin line. Right. His one and only brother think he's just different kinds of crazy now. Great.

"Now what did I told ya.." Dean shrugged, hands in his pockets.

"Dean, I want you to know—"

"Nah, it's okay, Sam. Really, I didn't believe it either so, let's just drop this.." He avoided Sam's apologetic face. "So, what's your plan for the next final days?" He once again plastered the best fake grin.

Sam though stared and tried not pushing on the subject and the next step of touchy feelings talk that Dean avoided at all times. So, he took a deep sigh, shoulders slumped back to its usual nonchalant poise. "Well, since Bobby threatened me not to see your face for a week after you fainted, then the Roadhouse at Ellens will be the next stop."

Dean opened his mouth then snapped it close. He opens his mouth again but Sam already beats him.

"And that means, you should rest..here."

Dean rolled his eyes, " Don't you too baby me, Sam—"

Sam cut him with a snort, "Yeah, try Ellen's wrath first let's see how far your stubborn-ass will stand."

And Dean considered this and defeatedly pouted then shuddered as he remembered those days when he's being crushed by Ellen's wrath, threatening him on frying his nuts on the plate and let him eat it when he fainted too after not getting rest working his ass off 24/7 for one week. Good thing they didn't admit him to the hospital. Damn, why was he always a fan of fainting?

"Okay, so off you go and make sure to knock first if you don't want to spend your brain bleaching for the rest of your life with the images of me, stark naked with three—"

Sam grimaced and smack Dean's face with a pillow, "Gross, Dean! Make sure to put a sock on the door! Or else I will pee on the Impala's seat!"

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Dean spent his night on the couch, legs propped up on the coffee table with littered beer bottles and a box of pizza on it. Flicking channels on his too flat screen TV until he settles on re-runs of Dr. Sexy M.D. The creepy, strange feeling faded out by the buzz effect of the beer.

But it only lasts an hour and it creeps back in full force. The wall clock's ticking noise keeps Dean twitched nervously on his seat. So, he turned the volume up enough for his neighbors (especially that weird Casti-eel) his thoughts and the clock's noise drowned.

Three more beers and a half bottle of whiskey later, glancing at the wall clock, he realized too late that it's 2:15 in the morning. And yeah, he remembered Sam and discovered his brother wasn't in his room yet. But the worry fades as he fished out his phone on the coffee table.

Sam dropped a text that he'll spend the night in Ellen's hair. Heh. Avoiding his early warning then.

Grinning, he texts back, "Don't lose your shoe this time, bitch." He laughed evilly and crashed back down on the couch and shut his eyes. But before sleep took away his consciousness his phone buzzed.

"Just so you know, I had another reserved pair namely: Your boots, jerk."

Dean sat up abruptly and typed with such determination, "Don't you ever lose that one. Your hair is in great danger now Samantha!"

And Sam only replied back an emoticon with tongue sticking out.

"Fudge you." Dean's stomach grumbles, he felt the acid burning his insides since he didn't even bother eating a decent food lately.

He grudgingly goes to the fridge but his attention caught up as he heard a rumbling car engine outside. Peering at the window, he saw Sam's giant form. His brother's face was serious, brows furrowed in deep concentration as he stared at something—Dean followed Sam's gaze and surprisingly aware of the familiar black sleek car in front of Casti-eel's driveway. Again.

"What the hell. How did it get there?!" Dean's slightly sleepy and tipsy state long gone.

He's 105% sure and remembered that he parked the Impala on Bobby' garage before his faint drama happened. And lastly, he got the keys safely stored inside the fishbowl on the coffee table. Earning him a near squeak as the wall clock suddenly alarmed loudly, he gets the keys and ran outside.

He made a beeline and jogged towards Sam's confused face.

"Dean, how did it got here?" Sam checked and peered at the car's passenger window as he held the handle. "It's locked." Stating the obvious he turned to Dean. "Or somebody hard-wired it."

"No, shit Sherlock." Dean deadpanned, "The hell I know too as long as she's safe..." He swallowed and pushed down the panic and fear slowly rising. He jiggled the keys and unlocked the Impala but he didn't miss Sam still deep in thought beside him.

"I'm not drunk, Dean. I checked her on Bobby's garage before I headed back here." Sam said airily.

Instead of answering, he opened the door and got inside the car. He turned on the engine as Sam hurriedly got inside the car. Neither one of them talks because It'll only worsen the creepy situation. So, they just silently drowned their selves on their own thoughts.

But it wasn't long enough as both of them flinched when a dark human figure slammed on the windshield. Sam cringed back, flailing his long limbs wildly like a drowning moose. Dean's adrenaline took in and jammed the pedal hard but the car never moved.

And now the dark figure's face came into clear view as it leaned closer to the windshield, knocking the glass furiously. And Holy guacamole, it's the weird kid, face contorted in fear, blue eyes wide, mouth shouting something they can't decipher to hear.

Fortunately, Sam cuts Dean's panic, "Dean, stop!" He got out of the car and Dean followed suit with hesitant steps.

Dean narrowed his eyes as he remembered the familiar face of the kid, answering Sam's 101 questions.

"Samandriel but I preferred the name, Alfie." Said the kid—Alfie, round blue eyes stared at Dean. He moved a few inches away from the car, fingers fiddled the hem of his hooded jacket.

"Hey, uhm.. are you lost or—" Sam's gentle voice cuts off by Dean.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Alfie?!" Dean didn't mean to snap, raised his voice and ignored Sam's glare.

Alfie didn't take Dean's anger and stepped closer to him, grabbed his wrist with cold nimble fingers. "You should run away from here! I told you that this thing will kill you any chance! You should run now!" He shouted as he let go of Dean's wrist only to clutch his hand on his chest.

Now both Dean and Sam way up confused about what Alfie's babbling about. But Sam chooses his inner instincts and dialed 911 on his phone as Alfie shivered and sank on the ground. Dean chooses his instinct too as he ran and hovered worriedly beside Alfie.

And for a moment, Dean's interested behind those words. He just felt it and it's strong he can't ignore. He held Alfie's shoulder and slowly turned him, lay his back flat on the ground, head propped down on his lap. Alfie stared up at him and he caught pain flashed through those eyes.

"What do you mean? Please, tell me.." Dean asked, voice tight yet laced with hidden fear.

Alfie grabbed his arm and pulled himself up, "Save yourself. Jump off, now. Please." He stood up, pushed Dean away from him. Inside his jacket, he pulled a gun and aimed it at Dean.

Dean slowly backed away from Alfie, eyeing nervously on the gun aimed at him. "Whoah..hey, Alfie calm down, kid. We can talk this—"

"Just run!" Alfie bellowed and pulled the trigger.

Dean bolted, ran away and dodge the bullets. In his peripheral vision, past Alfie's shoulder, he caught Sam running towards Alfie. A plan on tackling the kid-on-the loose down. Alfie didn't stop shooting and missing his aim.

He only caught a blared flash of light towards Alfie before the kid whipped by a ten-wheeler truck. The truck skidded dangerously towards him but it tilted on the side and hit on the nearest lampost. The impact made the post fall and crushed a few meters away from the Impala.

Dean noticed a spark on the broken wire dangled on the lamp truck skidded, sharp noise from friction against the asphalt rang and echoed. Until it halted with a hiss and the gas leaked captured the spark on the broken wires. It flicked twice and ignite a fire.

Dean caught Sam's arm and dragged him away from the truck. As they turned their backs it exploded, licking hot fire chased their backs. It only took them two steps away as the truck exploded again. Shards of broken truck pieces covered with fire flew above their heads.

They nearly hit by a burning door flying pass above their heads as they crouched down the ground. He felt Sam flinched as they crawled away from the licking fire running towards them. And it'll be too late if they crawled slowly like a snail.

Despite the ringing in his ears, Dean hauled his ass up with Sam in tow limping as they ran successfully away from the marvelous fire. They stopped under the shed and watched the damage in front of them. Sam still panting, hands on his knees, hair covered his face as he stared down on the ground.

While Dean's attention caught up with his memories he longer buried deep as he stared wide eyes into the fire. He tasted copper as he licked his chapped lips. The left side of his temple stung as he wiped it with his hand.

Blood smeared on his palm. Yep, it's just a gash tearing the skin on his temple. He snapped his attention back to Sam who groaned in pain beside him.

"Fuck!" Dean's eyes widened when his brother fell down his knees. He caught Sam's arm and hauled him to stand. "Did something hit you?" He eyed Sam's torn, smeared with blood jeans.

With a contorted pain face, Sam replied, " I fell and hit my knee hard. I can't feel it.."

Dean tightened his hold on Sam's arm and slung it over his shoulder to support his weight. Shit. "Just hold on, Sammy." He fumbled his pockets then cursed and kick himself because he remembered too late he forgot his phone. Double shit. "Give me your phone."

"Don't bother, I already called 911 and they're on their way I guess." Sam assured and whimpered trying to move his wounded leg. Being a big brother, Dean slapped Sam's arm.

"Just stop moving." He used his stern big brother voice but put a reassuring squeeze on Sam's shoulder.

Before Sam can retort back, they heard the ambulance's siren heading where they stood. Dean noticed few of their neighbors emerged from their houses and watched the huge fire swallowing the truck. One of them was Jody and he caught Dean's eyes. Her eyes widened in horror watching the fire then back to them.

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Officer Jody Mills put her phone back inside the pocket of her uniform and took a defeated sigh. Dean shot her a concerned look as he paced beside the aligned blue chairs in the waiting area of the hospital.

"I called the brother of the victim and he's on his way." Jody slumped down one of the chairs with a weary face.

Dean just nodded, bit the inside of his cheek and took his seat beside Jody. He leaned down, elbows rested on his thighs, hands clasped, thumb caressing his stubbled chin.

"If you can just tell me what the fuck happened, Dean..." Jody turned to Dean, crossed arms on her chest and watched him warily.

Dean leaned back, posture turned rigid as the accident flashed behind his eyes. "I told you already—"

"No, I want to know your side of the story." Jody's glaring eyes glued him to his seat.

Dean looked down, "It just—" He inhaled sharply, counting down and thrust aside nausea. "It happened too fast.."

Jody held his shoulder, "I won't push it this time, Dean." She trailed her eyes from Dean's haggard face before she stood, thumbs hooked on the belt loop. "You look like shit. Coffee?"

Dean's eyes twinkled and his fuzzy brain cleared for a short moment . Especially now his empty stomach grumbled. "Oh, please." He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm.

Jody walked down the hallway and disappeared as she turned on the left corner. Dean leaned back and noticed the stain of blood caked on his palms. He let the exhaustion flow through his system and overwhelmed his thoughts.

"Why is this happening?.." He asked staring at his palms like it will talk and give him answers. But it's not Google and yeah, accidents don't just happen accidentally.

If he spill of what happened to him lately, started from yesterday, Jody will drown him in a tank of coffee, send him to some shrinks, again—Hell, even Sam didn't believe him in the first place. Where did even that truck come from?

The police expected a burning body inside the truck but didn't trace any. He shut his eyes tight. Drowned the noise of soft murmurs as the nurses and doctors passed by. When he opened his eyes, he caught a pair of piercing ocean deep blues.

He stood up hastily as his gaze followed Castiel's back, walking briskly, tan trenchcoat flapped behind him. Dean's attention cuts off as Jody passed him a cup of coffee. He took it with a grin.

"Now I'm alive." Dean took a sip as he scanned the hallway with his eyes but Castiel was out of his sight.

Jody flopped back down on the chair, "Is the doctor coming out yet?"

Dean shook his head and continued sipping the coffee solemnly.

"You should catch some shuteye, Dean—"

"No, not yet since my brother's inside the O.R flopping his hair gloriously—"

"C'mon, Dean you're gonna collapse any minute now."Jody patted his shoulder again. "I'll stay here and call you if the doctors emerge from that holy door." She grinned and Dean heaved a defeated sigh, stood up and hesitantly left.

Instead of going home, Dean spends his waking hour moments inside the convenient store. He doesn't care when the cashier shoots him knowing looks. Upon noticing his reflection on the glass doors, bondage plastered on his forehead, the bloodstain on his flannel shirt, hair disheveled complete with bloodshot eyes, well that explained the knowing looks he got. He shrugged and goes on the aisle where the beers put inside a fridge.

But he stopped in front of it, hands hovered hesitantly on the handle. This situation happened to him yesterday. He glanced back at the cashier reading a skin mag, shooting him back with a disdainful look this time. Right.

He straightened and brace himself for the upcoming weirdness going to happen. The light didn't flicker, the cashier still on his seat, flipping the mag. But among the buzzing noise, he heard a sharp screeching sound coming from afar. He stepped back, ears perked up, heart hammering inside his chest, fist clenched tight on his side, eyes darted everywhere as the noise got louder.

Dean turned to the cashier, opened his mouth but his voice won't come out. He staggered back, felt his back hit the fridge as the noise destroying his eardrums. He can't even move his hands to cover his bleeding ears. What's happening?...

Is this some kind of a heart attack thing? Is this the effect of eating burgers and too much grease half of his life? Crap. Maybe he needs to see a shrink back.

His vision became hazy, surroundings swirled that made his head throbbed. The jolt of pain made him sank on his knees and groaned. However, beyond his agony, he's aware of footsteps coming close behind him.

He held his breath expecting the shadow to smite him. But he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, pushed him back gently into a sitting position. Damn, he didn't notice how he ended down hugging floor. He met a pair of deep blue eyes.

"Cas?.." He exhaled in relief, croaked out weakly and blinking back the tears on the rim on his eyes.

He felt two calloused warm hands held his face. "Dean!" Cas gently shook Dean's face who tried to focus his eyes. "Hey, I got you. It's okay." Cas' reassuring rough, gravel voice was so distant.

Dean wants to crack Cas a joke but the resonating noise amplified. He clenched his teeth as the sharp pain dug inside his head. The burning pain scattered on his chest. He shut his eyes tight once again.

Falling leaves.

Blink.

Black feathers falling down.

Blink.

Dark evening sky and Sam on his arms. They both flinched as the river beside them made an explosion noise. Something's fell and crash in the river. He looked up to the dark sky with glowing lights like meteors.

"Angels... They're falling.."

Blink.

Sparks of light. The door of the barn open and came in a man. Bobby stood beside him shooting the man.

Blink.

Wings. A crackling sound of thunder. Shadow of glorious wings appeared. Deep blue eyes.

Blink.

"Who are you?"

The man turned to him but the darkness snatched everything as the pain drowned him.

Dean woke up with a gasp and Castiel's worry face greeted him. He blinked once more focusing on Castiel's face. "Blue eyes..." He mumbled, throat hoarse and dry like he swallowed a mouthful of sand mixed with gravel.

Dean swallowed back a hitched breath as Castiel's face mere inch close to his face. Castiel stared at him and when he opened his luscious pink cotton candy lips, Dean caught a whiff of mint and vanilla. He licked his lips and internally tackled his urge to kiss those lips.

He looked back to Cas' eyes and caught himself mesmerize as they held gazes.

Cas' lips opened and uttered, "Dean.."

But Jody chooses the moment to cut in their moment as she entered the room. They moved away from each other. Dean lied down stiffly while Cas stood in the corner near the window.

"What did I just said?" She rested a hand on her hip, raised her left eyebrow that reminds Dean of Ellen. "Now look at you. What happened, Dean?" Her voice stern and made Dean cringed on his bed.

Dean opened his mouth and fuck how on earth did his throat go dry as a Sahara. Fortunately, Castiel answered for him.

"He fainted. I saw him on the nearest convenient store." Cas said simply and stoically.

Jody turned his attention to Cas, eyes widened like she only noticed the guy just now. Then she shook her her head in disappointment at Dean. "Thank you for carrying this asshole back here."

What?! Dean alarmed but too weak to clarify things up. Jody glared daggers at him so he slumped back down in defeat. He imagined his self, carried bridal style on Cas' arms and squashed it down.

"Officer Jody Mills, by the way." She extended her hand to Cas.

Castiel the weirdo that he is, started at Jody's hand before he shook it awkwardly. "Castiel Novak."

Jody's eyes widened again. Their handshake slowly came to a halt and she let go. Dean watched them curiously. "You mean..the brother of Alfie?" She asked hesitantly.

Castiel straightened his posture, "He preferred that name but he was born with the name Samandriel." He uttered and Dean nearly choked on his own saliva. "I'm his older brother."

Jody turned to Dean slowly and shoot him a 'shut-your-piehole' glare. But it's too late for him to realize how an asshole he is. Cas' brother died because of them, specifically because of Dean. Dean noticed Cas' clenched fist on his sides, eyes glared at him.

"I want to punch you right now." Cas said, voice miraculously calm. "But it's useless..it won't bring my only family back to life."

Fuck his life. Dean sagged as he noticed the rim of Cas' eyes turned red, tears ready to fall. Cas' lips trembled a little bit and took as he took a deep breath.

Just like him, Cas had only one brother left and what happened to Alfie was just like taking that last hope away from him. Dean pleaded guilty.

"I'm sorry—" Dean blurted out, weak.

"No, Just—" Cas inhaled sharply, "Just stop it, okay?! Cas said through gritted teeth, voice raised in anger and Dean cringed and looked down. "I don't even know why he even saved you." He said icily and it hurt Dean a tad bit.

This time, Dean looked up and held Cas' eyes full of sorrow and anguish. He stepped back, glanced at Jody apologetically and strode away.

Jody shook her head. "This is not good."

Dean drowned out by his thoughts of what he had done. Alfie's life was in his hands—

"No, Dean just don't blame yourself for this sudden turn of events." Jody said reassuringly in her motherly voice. "None of it was your fault. Everything happens for a reason." She smiled then grimaced, "That line doesn't fit. Now go back to your Lala land." She patted Dean's back and left the room.

Dean looked at the window then back at his hands. "Fuck."

He hastily peeled the sheets away, touched his foot on the floor. The tugging pain on his chest slowly escalated through his arms. But he clenched his teeth, brace his self and shut down the pain with few deep breaths. He finally stood up agonizingly slow, clutched his chest.

Before he successfully reached the door, he caught an orange colored sling bag on the chair near the window. He fished it with trembling hands and yanked it cards, a phone and a sketchbook the contents inside the bag.

He picked up the sketchbook and flipped it open. Tracing the different drawings, he stopped on a sketch of feathers. Falling black feathers. He flipped on the next page.

A sketch of the forest he dreamed lately. Flip. Different kinds of runes and some weird alphabets he didn't recognize. He traced it with his fingers slowly.

There's somewhat familiar with every written alphabet on the pad but he can't quite remember. He flipped back to the falling feathers and noticed the tiny letters scribbled on the edge of the paper.

Castiel.

Then it him. Accidents don't happened accidentally. Because this aint count as one. "I need..to clarify things up. And a drink...a hard one."

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Dean left the room and trudge on the hallway only to be confronted by Sam's doctor. He plastered his precious smile. "How's my brother, Doc?"

Dr. Pamela (a family friend) cast him a pointed stare and opened the clipboard she was holding. "Well, Dean your adorable brother is a-okay now. He can deal with his broken leg for a few weeks." She closed the clipboard with a snap and beamed to Dean. "Go, see him now."

Dean walked as fast as he can to Sam's room. He yanked the door slowly and get himself inside silently. Sam was peacefully sleeping with his right leg covered in a cast.

He can't help thinking about Cas, the loss he suffered right now. Taking a deep breath, he poked Sam's nose but didn't stir. So, he flicked it and finally, Sam flinched, jolted in panic and nearly punch Dean in the face.

Dean grinned, "Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep. You okay?"

Sam rolled his eyes and slumped back down on the bed. "I hate you."

"Alfie's dead."

Sam raised his eyebrows, "Who?"

"The kid Alfie who crashed by the haunted truck." Dean watched Sam sagged, "Cas' little brother." Now Sam's brow furrowed, "The weirdo neighbor, Castiel who—"

"The one you hate?"

"No—Yes!—I mean, sure the guy's an asshole but he's just weird. You know we have our own perks and..Yeah. " Dean fidgets and why the hell he defended the guy? Because he felt 50 shades of guilt right now.

Sam stared at him long enough to make him fudgin' blush, "Oh my God..." His hazel eyes widened.

Dean heard the warning inside his head blared, "No—not like that!"

"You liked him—"

"No—Yes! But not that like—kinda like—" Why the fudge did he stuttered?!

"Wait, so Alfie's his brother?" Dean kind of a bit lost upon Sam's changing-the-topic-techniques but nodded. Sam shoots him an apologetic look. "How can I help?"

Dean sighed and slumped down on the edge of the bed, "He's angry, man. I can't blame him. Alfie's his only family but because of what happened.." His throat tightened as he remembered the anguish and pain in Cas' eyes, staring at him full of questions.

"Dean.."

"I need to see him."