"A whole town doesn't just disappear off the face of the map Sam," Dean all but shouted at his brother. They were standing outside of the Impala with Cas, on the side of the road. They were facing the general direction of the town, Univille, was supposed to be standing. Sam had the map out on the hood scanning it. Dean was pacing back and forth. Cas, due to being human, had grown bored, and decided that throwing small rocks at the road would be more productive than what they were currently doing, which was absolutely nothing.

"I don't know what to tell you, Dean," Sam said. He looked up for the map to his still pacing brother. "We've never come across anything like this." Sam turned and gestured towards the empty space. "And Cas has no clue what the hell could make a whole town, no matter how small, vanish from the face of the planet." Dean stopped pacing, and walked up beside Sam.

"Maybe it's aliens." Sam looked towards his brother, wearing a 'Really Dean' look. "What else could there be?"

"Last time we thought it was 'aliens'," Sam made air quotes with his fingers, "it actually turned out to be fairies." Dean huffed. He was about to make another point when he noticed Cas had stopped flinging rocks and started walking towards the empty space where the town once stood.

"Cas," Dean and Sam jogged a bit to catch up. Cas stopped when he reached the sign that read 'Welcome to Univille'. He tilted his head, simply staring into space. Dean and Sam looked between each other. Before either could ask what was wrong, Cas reached his hand out. And it disappeared.

"The hell," Sam stated jaw slacked. Dean raised his eyebrows as Cas pulled his hand back.

"Ok, the hell was that?" Dean asked to no one in particular.

"It seems to be an invisible cloak of some kind," Cas stated, his tone making it sound completely obvious what it was. "The town may very well be beyond it."

Dean and Sam looked to each other. Dean grinned, Sam shook his head. "Oh come on," Dean said. "Obviously the town isn't gone."

Sam still shook his head. "We don't even know what's over there. What if it's some kind of trap set up by demons or something?"

"We won't know until we find out," Cas said. Dean smiled and Sam hung his head in defeat.

"Majority vote it is then," Dean said, walking back to the car with Sam and Cas in tow. After the trio had gotten in, with Sam in back and Cas up in front, Dean started the engine. "If there was ever a time to use the safety handles, it's now." Dean put the car in drive and instantly sped through the invisible barrier.

"OK, I have seen many weird things in my life as a hunter, but this definitely takes the cake." Dean looked around the town of Univille. It seemed everything was normal. There were people walking around on the sidewalks, coming and going from shops. The trio watched as cars passed by, stopping and going accordingly to the lights and stop signs. Everything was fine, save for the fact that everything now looked like something straight out of an anime.

"What the hell happened to us?" Sam looked into the rearview mirror. He honestly couldn't believe what he was seeing. He still looked like himself, just a more animated version. Dean however was had more blonde hair than he remembered having, and Cas had this bored expression on his face. That was nothing new.

"I believe we have changed along with the surrounding area, as to not stand out," Cas stated. He looked around, his expression not really changing all that much.

Dean found the nearest motel, whose sign simply read 'MOTEL', and parked the car. "OK, so... what the hell is going on here, exactly?" Dean looked between his brother and his lover, hoping at least one of them had a sane answer for what they were experiencing.

"It looks like the town has changed into some form of cartoony style," Cas turned to Dean, "Not unlike your 'anime'." Dean blushed a little at that, getting out of the car to have a look around. Sam would have laughed if he wasn't still trying to comprehend everything. The sound of one of the doors of the Impala closing startled him out of his stupor. He noticed that Cas had gotten out of the car as well and was currently standing beside Dean.

Sam got out of the car, walking towards the entrance to the motel to book a couple rooms. One time catching his brother and the ex-angel making out one morning taught him to learn to book more than one room. Once the exchange was made, he walked over to Dean and Cas, handing him their room key. "Meet me in mine, and we'll try to figure this out," he said, gathering his bag and heading to his room to set up.

It was thirty minutes later when he heard the knock at his door. He got up from the spot on his bed in front of his laptop. He let Cas and Dean in, informing them that he had yet to find anything on their current case. "I honestly have no clue where to start on this," Sam said. Cas sighed and Dean rubbed the back of his neck.

"Then I guess we have to go out into town," Dean replied. "Let's see if we can find anyone who knows something. At the least someone who realizes this isn't normal." Sam merely looked at him, but Cas spoke up.

"From the looks of things, none of the people seem to think anything is out of the ordinary." Sam nodded his approval, though he also had to agree with Dean.

"Going out might not be a bad idea though," Sam replied. "We can at least look around the town, see if anything is off." Dean and Cas nodded their consent.

"Alright then,' Dean replied. "How about this then? We split up, me and Cas take the Impala drive around town." Dean pointed towards Sam. "You go on foot to places like the park, store, and hell a garage even. Talk to people, mingle see if you can find anyone who knows something about what's going on." Sam's eyebrow momentarily twitched, and Dean gave him a questioning look. "What up?"

"You and Cas, Dean," Sam inquired. "I don't see a lot of researching getting done." Dean shrugged.

"And I don't see Cas as the social type," he countered. "I promise no hanky-panky on the job." Sam merely gave him a bitchface before walking out the door.

"Really Dean, you said 'hanky-panky'?" Dean simply looked at Cas and smirked.

Sam had walked all day, and turned up with nothing. He went to the park hoping to find someone with enough sense to know something was wrong. Instead he was met with love struck teens and loving elderly couples. He never wanted to get out of a park so fast in his life. The many shops around town held little to no result, other than anime logic saying you could slip and get a giant ass bump on your head and it be gone seconds later. It also apparently applied to breasts breaking physics because really, that busty cashier had to have some serious back problems.

He was contemplating going back to the motel with the supplies he had bought from the store. Something, however, had caught his eye. Four something's to be exact. He was passing an alley when he had noticed three men surrounding another man on the side wall. The one in the middle had a knife drawn and pointed at the man against the wall. "Hey," he yelled at them.

Instantly the three men looked in his direction. They seemed surprised, but that quickly melted into anger. "The hell do you want," The one closest to him said.

"Leave him alone," was Sam's reply. The three men chuckled and started to walk towards Sam. They tried to look intimidating, but seeing as only one of them had a knife; it didn't really faze Sam all too much. Nothing does really once you become a hunter.

"How about you walk away, homie," the one with the knife said. By this time the other two had walked to Sam's left and right, seemingly trapping him. Sam simply snorted. The one on the left made an attempt to grab Sam, but was instantly knocked out by Sam's punch. The one on the right actually got a hold of Sam's arm; however the hunters instincts kicked in and Sam head butted his assailant. He was on guard for the third man, but was shocked to find that he was on the ground on his knees. The fourth man had somehow during the fight taken the third man's arm, the one he held the knife in, and had twisted it behind him going upwards.

"How about you drop the knife now," the fourth man asked. Sam was taken aback by the power this man held over his words.

"How about you go fuck yourself," the third man replied. The fourth man sighed and, without any hesitation, twisted the man's arm till Sam heard bones pop. The man let out a scream that was silenced by the fourth man punching him, sending him to the ground unconscious.

Sam looked at the other man, surprised at him. He did get a good look at the fourth man at least. We was wearing jeans and sneakers as well as a green top that had a Christmas tree on it along with the words 'let's get lit'. His hair was bright red and curly and somehow styled to look like a Mohawk. His face was pale, stubble only found on his chin. He had what looked like a sucker in his mouth if the stick was anything to go by. The man was still looking at the guy whose arm he just snapped, anger evident on his face.

Sam cleared to gain the man's attention before asking, "Are you ok?" The red head looked up at Sam, surprise in his bright green eyes. However it only lasted a second before a very familiar smirk covered his face and he launched himself at Sam. Sam swayed a bit when the guy latched onto Sam with what could only be described as a bear hug as he was unceremoniously hoisted from the ground for a full minute.

When the man put Sam back down, he took a step back to look up at Sam, that same familiar smirk on his face. "It's good to see you again, Samsquatch. And boy, do I ever need your help." Sam raised his hand at the nickname, stopping the man before he could go further on his rant.

"I'm sorry, have we met before?" The red head looked startled, then realization crossed his face before he looked sad.

He quickly recovered with a bashful look before saying, "Oh yea, kinda forgot you might not recognize me in the new vessel." Sam raised his eyebrows at vessel.

"Wait a minute, are you an angel," Sam asked. The man simply grinned. Something must have suddenly slipped into place, when Sam asked, "Gabriel, is that you?"

"Got it in one kiddo," the red headed Gabriel replied, grinning like the Cheshire cat.