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A long days hunt and he thought he deserved a rest, Dean sat himself on the couch and rested his feet on the coffee table, shoes still on. He was relaxed, and reached for the white bag with grease stains on the bottom, and stuck his hand inside. Treating himself to a bacon cheese burger after a day of work, and he had definitely earned it. He began to take off the wrapper when he realised he was forgetting something. His body was slow, when getting up from his spot on the couch, walking over to the small fridgirator next to the table, pulling out a beer. When returning to his spot, he cracked it open and threw the cap somewhere on the floor, taking that first big gulp. 'Aaah.' he mumbled under his breath, the refreshing taste of a well earned beer at the end of the day, just what the doctor called for. He picked up the unwrapped burger and opened his mouth, the burger was touching his lips when he was interrupted. "Dean..." he heard the door swing open swiftly, hitting the chair when it was fully open.

"Not now, Sammy. Can't a guy just enjoy a burger?" his frow burrowed.

"Dean... I think you might want to come look at this." he suggested, and Dean grunted, rolling his eyes.

"If I come out here and there's nothing... I'm going to kick your ass." he frowned, placing the burger on the wrapper and standing from his seat. He approached Sam, and pushed past him into the parking lot. It looked empty and the impala was parked on the other side where he had left it. "You see, there's nothing. Now let me go fini-"

"They're back." he frowned.

"Who's back?"

"Not who, what. The words. I think they mean something Dean, they're everywhere."

"No, I haven't seen them in months." he shook his head, not wanting to believe what he heard. Sam began to walk towards the impala and Dean followed. "Damn..." Dean whispered under his breath when he saw it, two words printed on the hood on the impala in what appeared to be white paint. 'Bad Wolf.'

"I told you..." Sam sighed, "Maybe Cas can help us."

"I doubt he'll come.. but I can try." he cursed under his breath again then held out his arms, and looked up to the sky. "Okay, Cas. It's Dean. I-"

"I'm here." Cas was quiet, standing directly behind Sam and Dean examining the car. "Is this what you called me for?"

"Where the hell have you been?" Sam was furious, he had disappeared for so long they had thought something bad might have happened.

"Take it easy, Sammy." he tried calming him down, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "What does it mean, Cas? We've seen it before, it's like the two words are following us."

"Something's wrong. Something is very wrong." he frowned, and that quickly turned into panic. With that, he was gone. Some angel of the Lord he was.

"Great. Now Cas is freaked out." Dean shook his head in disappointment. "We need to figure out what the hell is going on."

"Looks like your boyfriend is scared." Sam laughed, and walked towards the motel room.

"Uh... what do you mean boyfriend? Sammy, I don't play for that team."

"That's not what Castiel says..." Sam heard Dean curse under his breath, yet again. "Did you really think you could hide that from me?" he laughed again.

"I thought I could try..." Dean muttered, then noticed a strange glowing on the door frame. "Sammy." he tried to call after him, but he already stepped in through the door. "Sam!" he called again, not wanting to walk through, nothing in response. "Shit..." He held his breath and prepared for the worst, a few steps closer, covering his eyes from the light. Squinting, he did it, walked right into the glowing door.