Chapter One: The Angel Arrives

What a day. Dean leaned back in his chair, a sigh escaping his lips as he closed his eyes. The Croatoan virus was slowly spreading across the world now. It had already hit all of Kansas, though the heart of the destruction was the Capital.

Living in Lawrence wasn't so bad since Dean grew up trained for this sort of thing. His father went nuts after his mother died. It wasn't a shock that he died of liver failure, he was a drunk. The only memories he had of his father were bitter.

But he was glad that his brother Sam and had made it back to him after the virus spread. He had gone off to Stanford University years before the virus hit, and he couldn't help but worry about his baby brother and his girlfriend Jessica.

Sadly, Sam came back alone and Dean never questioned or asked about it, which was a good thing since he didn't want to pry or bring up bad memories in this already shitty life they lead.

Once Dean heard that there was an outbreak of Croatoan, he immediately called Bobby to make sure him, Ellen, and Jo were alright. To his dismay, the virus had hit South Dakota, and those things got Ellen and Jo while Bobby was out.

Assuring Bobby that they were okay, he asked if he could make it to Kansas and to his surprise, Bobby made it there with all of his books and everything plus another person. Sheriff Jody Mills was riding shotgun, with a shotgun.

Bobby explained everything to the boys and he didn't want to bring up Ellen and Jo ever again, which the boys agreed on. The four of them went through and swept Lawrence, grabbing whoever would trust them and started a safe camp.

They had a total of maybe 50 people, out of the 90,000 that lived there.

Not long after they started up a camp, the outbreak officially hit Lawrence. Pitting so many people against each other. Dean watched as his old acquaintances murdered each other. He saw the pure rage in their eyes from this blasted virus.

Almost a year after the outbreak in Lawrence, Dean finally had a good camp set up. They had to flee the city with about 40 people and took refuge in a forest. Luckily for them, they found an old children's camp that had long since been abandoned.

They searched every nook and cranny of the camp, just in case there was anybody affected by the virus, or turned already. The layout of the camp was nice and easy, the only thing they had to worry about was building fences that fended others off.

There were already six buildings in the camp, one for the cafeteria, one for the main hall (where meetings and such were held), then they had four big cabins, which they split up evenly between the men and women.

There were about 12 bunk beds in each, so each cabin could house 24 people. They had 17 women and 23, including the brothers, Bobby, and Jody. They put all of the women in one cabin, hoping they'd be more comfortable together, then they put all the men in the next cabin.

There were still two cabins open that could house lots of people, and Dean hoped that one day they'd actually be able to use them. But for now, he decided that Sam and him would take one cabin over and let Bobby and Jody take the other cabin over.

Even though they had lots of buildings, they still needed to build a safe box, for new people coming into camp. They knew the signs and if they made it through 24 hours in the safe box they'd be okay. Then they needed to build a first aid area.

It took months to build what they needed, but 2 years after the outbreak, they were settled in nicely. They had a few additions to the camp, but also losses through the years. Despite that, they were well off compared to others.

Dean constantly led recon missions to Lawrence and other surrounding cities, to scout for Croat's and to get more supplies. Of course there were other camps that seemed to compete now. So not only were they weary of Croat's they had to watch their backs for enemy camps.

It was all silly, Dean wouldn't mind working together with others to maybe raid the nearest Walmart or something, but of course things never worked like that. People wanted to raid Walmart, but not share, they needed it for their camp, which Dean understood completely.

Luckily for them, they usually never ran into other camps hunting because they would make sure to scout the town first. They'd split on the outskirts in trios and watch for Croat's or other camps. They never really had a problem with other camps, but he'd heard horror stories of travelers.

Apparently in the capital they had it really bad. Which brings us back to the current problem. Dean was relaxing in his quarters when he heard frantic yelling from outside. There was no gunshots but he ran out, armed and ready to kill.

Making eye contact with Sam, he gave a questioning gaze and was given no answer. "Hey what's the ruckus?" Dean yelled, asking around. Everyone seemed frightened but no one was hurt and he heard no rabid snarling of a Croat.

Soon all questions were answered as he saw two of his people roughly dragging a man in. He instantly got a queasy feeling in his gut. "Take him to the safe box!" Dean shouted as they were incredibly rough with the man. It didn't even look like he was fighting back.

Before he left, he connected eyes with Sam again. "I'm going to call a meeting in like an hour okay? Let people know." After getting an acknowledgment from Sam, Dean headed off to the safe box. He couldn't get this feeling out of his gut, and it wasn't even because of this man they brought in. He couldn't place what was exactly wrong.

Why were the guards being so rough with a complacent man? Panic settled in his stomach as he began to walk faster towards the safe box. He didn't want to worry anyone but he needed to make sure people were safe.

Making it to the safe box, he saw the guards standing outside the safe box, with wild grins on their faces. Cursing to himself he pulled his knife out, making their death quick and as painless as he could make it. How the hell did they get infected? There were no Croat sightings…

Biting his lip, he threw the door open, finding a fragile man on the ground. He almost recoiled at the sight. He was pale, so pale it was unhealthy, his body was so small, despite being only a little shorter than himself.

Dean almost felt sorry for the man, of course, if he even is a man. Circling the body, the crouched down and nudged his shoulder, getting a rouse from him. The man instantly went into a coughing fit as he tried to sit up.

Instantly, Dean recoiled and pulled his gun out, pointing it at his head, but not pulling the trigger. The coughing fit came to an end as he was soon saying something. "…W-W…ater…" His deep, gravelly voice shocked him a little.

He wasn't expecting such a small, weak looking man to sound so… sexy? No, no it was just a little shocking. Dean opened a door to the side, revealing a hidden kitchen. He quickly grabbed a glass and filled it with water.

Walking back out to the room, the man was sitting on his knees as his head was slumped over. Was he turning? "…Hey, you alive in there?" Quickly, the man's head shot up and they made eye contact. An ocean blue meeting with a dazzling green.

They sat there for a few moments, before the man weakly reached out for the water. Hesitantly, Dean handed it to him, he quickly downed it, asking for more. Nodding his head, Dean left to get another glass.

Three glasses of water later, the man seemed satisfied. Dean crossed his arms and gave the man a questioning gaze. "Okay who are you and why the hell are you here?" His voice was stern and would've made anyone flinch, but this guy just sat there. Those blue orbs staring right into him…

He was brought back to reality as the man spoke, slightly tilting his head and crinkling his eyes.

"Castiel Novak. I came from Topeka."

A/N: Hey guys! So I've had so many ideas from watching Supernatural, and I started reading a fanfic like this, a Croatoan AU type, and so I decided I wanted to try to write one. This one is going to be multiple chapters, I'm not sure how long yet, but I'm really excited to write it! Thanks for reading! Hope you continue!