It was dark when two men appeared in an abandoned street. One was about 5'3" and had light blonde, thick, messy hair. He also had prominently blue eyes and fairly pale skin. He looked decently young, like he's in his mid-twenties. The second man had two fingers on the first man's forehead. This man was about 5'7" and had dark brown hair, which was also thick but was combed in a somewhat emo hair style. His eyes are brownish-green and looked like he was in his late thirties. The second man took his fingers off the first mans forehead.
"So, where are Sam, Dean, and Cascrianrill?" The blonde man asked
"Hold your horses, Brenden. We just got here." The second man replied.
"A: That expression has been stupid for 259.3 years exactly. B: My horses are dead and have been dead for six years." Brenden said back.
The second man smiled. "You're such an idiot. And his name isn't Cascriandrill."
"Oh yeah, his name is Casdianrill, isn't it. Eh, I was close enough. Have I ever told you you're a nitpicky angel?"
"Nitpicky archangel now."
"God just made you an archangel three months ago."
"So? I'm still-" The archangel started to say but was cut off by a woman running by reading a book franticly.
"Is that the witch? The one that curses Casia-ble-ble?" Brenden asked
"I recommend you call him Cass like Sam and Dean do. He prefers it. And yes, that's her."
The witch runs across the street to the parallel sidewalk. A new man in a trench coat and wielding an angel blade runs around the corner so he's is plain sight of Brenden and the archangel across the street.
"That's Cass, the one in the trench coat. He had a weird sense of fashion back in the 2010s." He told Brenden
"Cool." Brenden replied.
Cass looked at the two men across the street and stopped running at the witch. He couldn't hear them, but he could see that one of them was an archangel; an archangel he didn't recognize. With Cass distracted, the witch let out a laugh of relief and through a light match in front of him. Flames erupted around Cass. "I trapped the angel!" She said happily.
"Cass is stuck because he was looking at us." Brenden said
"Yeah, that's the way it's supposed to be."
"It's still a dick move to do nothing."
"It'll be fine. That's why we came here anyways. To start it, and help end it."
"Okay, whatever. You're the one that's besties with God."
The arch angel smiled at Brenden. "Now who's using outdated expressions?" He taunted.
"Shut up."
While they were talking the witch put a spell on Cass. Dark green smoke was circling him inside the holy fire. "And now I evoke on thee the illness of the angel!" the witch yelled. It caused all the dark green smoke to enter into Cass's vessel, putting out the surrounding fire in the process. Cass stumbed backwards after all the smoke was inside him.
"What did you do?" Cass asked angrily.
"Danm! It's the one that takes months to take place, isn't it?"
Cass grabbed the witch's shirt collar with one hand and lifted her off the ground. With the other hand, he put the angle blade to her throat. "What did you do to me?" he asked again.
"They aren't suppose to kill her yet. B.R.B." The archangel said
"Are we having an outdated expression war?"
"These expressions are hip and relevant in this time period. But seriously, I'll be right back." The archangel disappeared and reappeared in front of Cass. He smiled and waved at Cass. "Hello young Castiel." He said softly. He then put two fingers on the witches head and disappeared again. A second passed of Castiel staring confused at where the archangel just was when he appeared next to Brenden again. "I told you I'd be back."
"What did you say to Cass?" Brenden asked.
"Nothing interesting. We have three months to spear, want to go hunting?"
"Sure." The archangel put his fingers on Brenden's head again.
"Who are you?" Cass asked. He crossed the street during their conversation.
The archangel smiled. "When you feel like you're dying in three months, come find us. We've been through it."
"Yeah, and you we're a dick throughout the whole thing." Brenden said, addressing his archangel friend.
"It's always worse the second time around, so you can't blame me."
"Yeah, 'cause you just happened to get a rare angel disease twice."
"What are you talking about? There is no such thing as an 'angel disease'." Cass said
"And that's how rare it is. See ya in three months Cass." Brenden said. They both disappeared.
Cass looked confused at the empty space infront of him. He could tell that they're from the future by about 500 years, so maybe there is an angel disease, and that's what the smoke did. Why did the archangel take the witch away then? And why isn't the archangel one of the seven existing? Did God make an eighth archangel?
"Hey Cass, Where's the witch?"
Castiel turned around and looked at Dean. "I don't know. She disappeared." He said, leaving out the part with the archangel and Brenden.
"Dammit Cass, we were so close."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. I'll go get Sam." Dean said and started walking to where his brother is.
"Okay." Cass said and started to follow Dean.
A/N: Aah, don't you love it when 2/3 of your OCs don't have names. The witch and archangel will be named eventually. And before you ask, our Lord and savior Misha Collins himself has said that Castiel shortens to Cass, not Cas. I hope you like it so far, please review. Reviewing will likely get a chapter out faster. Also, if you want, you can check out my Destiel fanfiction and Supernatural crossover with Deadpool while you wait for the next chapter. Neither are finished at this time, but what's there is decent. Weird, but decent. This next chapter will take place in three months. Please favorite follow and review. :)