A/N: I do not own supernatural or any of the characters from the show, but I definitely do own Scott.

Old Friend, New Friend

Ch1

"I may know someone." Castiel's grave voice ripped through the silence of the motel room, causing both Winchester brothers to jump. Dean's was more controlled as he was about to get up and go to relieve his bladder. Sam's being less controlled; as his mind was in another universe and the sudden intrusion of the angels voice made adrenalin rush through his body. Their eyes snapped toward the angel; no, he did not just appear out of no where, he was there with them the whole time, sitting on the very edge of the corner of Sam's bed.

"Jeez, Cas. What are you trying to do? Give us a dame heart attack." Dean practically growled.

Castiel's head turned toward Dean, his eyes passing over Sam - who was sitting at the old wooden table, that could barley seat two, let alone three - and landed on Dean.

"I believe," the angel said in a plan voice, " I almost may have, Dean." dean grumbled something, -most likely something very gross, Sam thought- under his breath as he slammed the thin bathroom door shut; harder than he intended; causing it to shudder in the door frame.

Sam couldn't help the small chuckle that had escaped him; it was true, Castiel had almost given them a heart attack; if it weren't for them being hunters, they would probably be in a hospital or even worse dead, because of the angels tendency to come from nowhere.

Right now the Winchesters along with Castiel, were in a 'no tell motel' sort of place, on the edge of no-where's Ville - this place literally didn't even have a real name.

No, with all the 66 seals broken by Lilith, and the devil being set free by Sam. resource were scarce - with like every other hunter out to get the brothers and the angles out to get Cas, Zachoriah trying to get Dean to say yes to Michael, and lets not forget Lucifer trying after Sam - thing were stretched pretty thin, they could rip apart at any moment.

With the devil free, it was like demon galore. The no-where's-Ville the were on the edge of was packed full of demons - Dean thinks it's their head quarters or something; that there's something in there they are trying to protect. Any way, with only the three of them, there was no way they would make it- with Castiel only have half his normal amount of mojo, and only one demon killing knife, the would be killed, even before getting half a quarter through.

So there they were, in this hot cramped motel room trying to think of a plan- and at this point any plan would much suffice.

The bathroom door swung open and Dean strode out, flopping on his bed hard enough to cause the guns he had been cleaning to bounce slightly. "You MAY know someone?" Dean practically demanded.

There were a few minutes of silence, in which Sam and Dean thought that for a moment they had imagined the whole thing, and they would have if not for a few seconds later:

"Yes," came Castiel's low gravely voice. That one simple word got the hopes up in the two brothers, they shared a glance. - This could be awesome, if this someone was another angel they could trust, they would be kicking some demon ass soon- as another silence began to descend, Dean was getting impatient.

"But?" Sam prompted; there was always a 'but'.

"It may take time to locate him." Castiel answered Sam's ' there's always a but, but.

"Well," Dean said exasperated, "Why are you still here?" he demanded, he was getting impatient; this was taking to long.

Castiel was up and over to Dean so fast, that neither brother saw it happen. Castiel's blue eyes flashed with anger - something the Winchesters rarely saw - as he stared Dean down. Dean for his part actually looked scared - as he should be; an angry Cas was a scary Cas - and Sam sat frozen in his rickety chair. It was probably a good thing Dean had just went pee; Sam thought in amusement, little did Sam know Dean was thinking the exact same thing.

"I am no slave of yours, Dean Winchester." with that Castiel promptly left, with not so much as a flap of wings.

The room filled with achingly awkward air as the brothers sat in silence.

"You'd better keep an open while you sleep, Dean." Sam joked, making the silence a little less awkward, but not by much.

Dean made no answer as he cleaned the guns off his bed; getting ready for sleep. But he knew, as he knew how to kill a ghost, that he would not be able to sleep a wink. He was already filled with over what had happened with Castiel, he hadn't meant to sound like a slave driver. but he knew that there was no time for that, at least now.

As Sam watched his older brother clear off his bed, he felt sorry for Dean- not that he would tell the other Winchester that. Sam knew that it was just the pressure - Michael, Lucifer, and the Apocalypse, weighing in on him- and for that same felt the guilt like a title wave. After all, if he hadn't gone with that Bitch Ruby instead of staying with his brother, none of this would have happened.

Closing down his laptop, Sam also started to get ready for bed. Though unlike the older Winchester, he would be able to get a full night sleep; for he did not anger an angel as his brother had.

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