Chapter One
Dean
Maybe it's true. Maybe I am crazy. But maybe not, maybe this guy is my brother, maybe I am a 'Hunter'. What the hell, I don't even know who I am anymore. What accident was I in? Who's Cas? Screw it, I'll be fried by the time I'm out of this hospital. 'Just hold tight, Dean. Just hold tight, you'll figure it out soon enough,' I'd think every day, always greeted by the same taller, younger guy in my room. "How you feelin' Dean?" He'd always ask, earning an awkward smile and response from me.
I'd always have small flashes of remembrance, things such as fights with - well… Monsters. Scary, horrific, gruesome images that would flash across my mind would come around every few hours to every few days. They often terrified me, but there were a few rare occasions where the memories would be joyful. I'm confident the 'Sam' guy who stayed with me and would ask me how I was feeling every morning was my blood brother, but I was still wary. How would you feel if you woke up with no memory and having someone walk into your life claiming to be your brother? It's strange.
I fell asleep shortly after a quick visit with the nurse, my dreams muddled and confusing.
"You think we have a case here?" Sam asked, intently looking at his computer screen.
"Sure, like we have any idea what a friggin' 'bear attack' means. Yes, Sam, it's a case." I'd answer in a sarcastic tone, walking around an old cabin's kitchen as I walked to the fridge. I retrieved myself a beer and sat back down at the rounded wooden table, picking up a magazine reading 'Busty Asian Beauties: Version 04".
"You nasty son of a bitch," I teased my younger brother with a slight smirk, flicking through the pages in interest before throwing it at him. "Ehh I can't blame you. It's a good edition." I mentioned before twisting the cap off my beer and downing half of it in one gulp. With cases like this, I needed all the help I can get.
"So what are you thinking? Vamps? Possible witchcraft?" Sam asked, looking up from his laptop and at me. "Apparently the victims all attended the same house party before being manslaughtered in the woods… In the exact same spot."
"So what? A few prissy pricks go to a dumb party and get ganked on their way home? Sorry, not buying it. Also, how did they all manage to be killed in the same spot?" I rose my eyebrow skeptically, raising my hand to scratch my face.
"I guess. That's what it looks like. Angry spirit maybe?" He asked, looking back at his computer screen.
I woke with a start, unsure how to describe my strange dream. Why was everything so vaguely familiar? This is killing my head. With a groan of discomfort, I turned to look at the gently illuminated clock mounted against my wall. I squinted against the darkness of the room, able to make out the hands of the clock. Soft snores rose from the chair to my left and I couldn't help but smile. The conformation that Sam was my brother was almost relieving and it hit me hard, the dreams and words all adding up as the realization washed over me. He was the only family I had, I might as well protect him with my entire being. Snapping back to the thought of the time, I pushed out a sigh. It was almost three in the morning. Sheesh, what time did I fall asleep? Wasn't it nearly eleven in the morning? God, I'm hungry.
Gently sitting up, I let out a sigh of comfort. I silently got up and wobbly walked to the small bathroom. Before I could do anything, a strange sound erupted from the shower. Classic, I'm going to die from a psychopath in my shower. Shifting my weight to my other foot, I eyed the bathroom sink for anything that could help me if an attacker popped out. Suddenly, the curtain opened and I jumped, taken aback by the man standing there.
"Dean," He spoke, my back against the bathroom door in case I needed to bolt. At a loss for words, I looked him over with confusion. Why the hell did he look so familiar? How did this fucker know my name? How did he randomly appear in the shower? What the actual hell just happened? "Dean, I think you're ready." He stepped out of the shower and towards me. I clenched my fists and jaw, not knowing how to react. "No no, hold on, who are you?" I asked, my tone rough and groggy from previously waking up.
He narrowed his eyes, trying to hide the hurt that clouded his vision. "Castiel, your angel." He answered hotly, earning a skeptical look from me. "And I'm here to heal you." He spoke louder and suddenly the door opened, Sam standing in the doorway. I jumped, not expecting the random encounter. "Cas?" He asked, looking at him with hope. Castiel gave Sam a curt nod, touched my forehead, and I blacked out. Hard.