A/N: Please keep in mind this story is rated M for sexual situations and mild gore! My chapters will vary in length so don't be surprised to see snippets like this opening one. Please favorite, follow, and review!
1 : Before the Storm
Dean lounged on the couch, spare pieces from a stereo player strewn about on the floor around him. He fiddled with the body of it in his lap, reassembling the platter onto the bulk of the machine. It had been over a week since their last job and Dean struggled to occupy his time alone in the bunker while Sam researched.
Dean got up and tenderly placed the machine back on the couch, bending over to adjust the needle.
"Ha, perfect!" he grinned.
"What's perfect?" a quizzical voice asked from behind him.
"Shit!" Dean exclaimed, turning wildly, hand instinctually racing to his holster, "Cas," he let out a sigh of relief and annoyance, "What have I told you about doing that?"
"I brought food." he said innocently, holding up a paper bag.
Dean glared at him but snatched the bag from his hand, moving to the table. Castiel followed closely behind.
"Personal space?"
"Sorry."
Cas took a step back while Dean opened the takeout.
He let out another breath, still recovering from Castiel's unanticipated appearance, "Man, where've you been?"
"Out."
"Care to elaborate?"
"Dean, we need to talk. There's been rumors among the angels."
"Angels? Thought they were out for your hide."
"They are. But I can still access their network and I hear things."
Yeah, I don't doubt that, Dean thought.
"So what's the news?"
Just then, Sam entered from the study, a box of papers balanced on his arm. He jumped slightly, taken aback at the sight of the former angel.
"Castiel? How'd you get here?"
"I drove."
Dean shot him a look, "You don't have a car."
"I found it at the station. No one was around but the keys were inside." Castiel replied, cocking his head to the side confusedly.
"Hah, you've just stolen your first car! That's my boy!" Dean slapped him on the back happily.
"Here" Dean said, turning to Sam and chucking him a burger, "You got a job for us?"
"I'm not sure yet… check this out," Sam replied, handing over the stack of newspaper clippings, "There's at least two dozen unusual cases originating along the west coast, but they seem too concentrated to be unrelated. And check this-" he pulled a gadget from his pocket where orange runes flashed quickly along the circular screen, "There's definitely something wrong. The readings are blowing up!"
"Where'd you get that angel tech?" Castiel asked.
"Found it in storage."
"Oh, but Castiel, what was your news?" Dean questioned.
"Same as what Sam found. Demons appear to be moving west in a mass migration of sorts. Angels too. They've sensed a shift in the atmosphere and they're split between running toward it or away from it."
The gadget beeped rapidly from the table for a moment before stopping completely, screen turning black.
Sam glanced at Dean, "It's never done that before."
"Guess we know where we're headed," Dean announced.
Sam picked up his jacket from the couch and slung it over his arm.
"Something big is coming."
"But what?"
The three exchanged a look.