Ok, this is my first SPN fanfic! It's mega short, sorry, but it was how I managed to fall asleep last night and I decided to try writing it down. The point is basically that it's the third released video from Dean's POV. Hope you like! R&R, please!

Definitely was inspired by reading the stories written by Chloe Winchester.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural (sadly), or even just the boys (don't I wish?). I mostly just own the order that the letters are written in, but I don't own what they're saying. Oh well.

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Dean had already walked into the sitting room of Chuck's house when he heard Sam cry out behind him. He spun to find Sam stumbling towards him. Behind Sam, Dean could see Chuck brandishing… a toilet plunger?

Chuck dropped the weapon (?) in shock as he looked at them. "Sam!? You're ok!"

"Yeah." Dean couldn't see Sam's face, but he could easily sense his slight surprise and annoyance. "My head hurts, but yeah."

"Last time I saw you, you were like full on Vader!" So don't want to hear this, Dean thought. Still, he couldn't help but listen as Chuck's exclamations went on. "Your body temperature was one-fifty, your heart rate two hundred! Your eyes went black!"

Dean felt his stomach drop again. Demon eyes. "Your eyes went black?"

Sam turned, regret cloaking his expression. "I didn't know," he almost had to choke out, the words so quiet that even from such close proximity Dean almost couldn't make them out. Sam turned slightly away from him again, looking back to Chuck.

Change the subject, Dean thought. "Where's Cas?"

"He's dead… gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry."

Dead? No. No, no. Castiel couldn't be dead.

Then where is he? part of Dean's brain asked. He had no answer; Cas wasn't here. He felt it. He had known that even before he asked… and anyways, where would Cas have gone?

"You're sure he didn't just… vanish into the light or something?" It was a weak, possibly even desperate hope, but maybe the angels had taken him to Zachariah. It wasn't really an improvement, but at least they could get him back.

"Ah, no. He just, like, exploded." No, Dean thought instantly, angels don't explode. Chuck seemed to sense in just a half-second that Dean was already denying it in his head. To clarify he added, "Like a water balloon of chunky soup."

Dean couldn't stop the image that filled his head. It was sickening.

Sam was looking at Chuck, his shoulders set in an uncomfortable way. He cocked his head slightly, looking at something. "… You've got…" he said near silently, gesturing barely towards his head.

Chuck raised a hand questioningly to point to the left side of his head.

"… Other…" Sam muttered, making a turning gesture with his hand.

"Oh." Chuck moved his hand up to the right side of his head, hesitating when he touched his hair. Then slowly, shaking, he pulled something out of the mess. "Is that a molar?"

It was. He held a sticky, blood soaked molar between his fingers, staring at it sickly. "Now I have a molar in my hair?" he asked to no one in particular. His voice broke somewhere along the way. When he looked back up at them, he was crying. "This has been a really stressful day."

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If I made any content errors, sorry. I didn't really watch the video again to make this, but I've seen it about twenty times now, so I'm almost sure of this. If I did mess up, tell me (please)! I'll fix it. :)