Chapter 1

As he flew through the air, Dean couldn't help but wonder what had got the drop on them as he saw Sam and Castiel fly in the complete opposite direction to the one he had gone. He lost sight of them as he crashed through a partition wall and landed in an undignified heap amongst plaster and drywall. He groaned as he sat up, squinting in the low light to see if he could find where Sam and Castiel had landed. Why did they always have to go hunting at night? He groaned again, putting his hand to his head and hissing in pain when he reached his crown.

"Dammit." The word came out as a growl to accurately convey how Dean was feeling. Even ghosts couldn't throw a person hard enough to break walls, although the amount of times he had been thrown at walls told him they damn well tried. He sat there for a moment, then strong hands pulled him into a standing position that was forced on him rather than him doing it independently. He reached for his gun to bat the hands away, but they released him as soon as he was stood without swaying. Squinting again to see who had done it, he noticed a glimmer of blue and he nodded in thanks. He turned away to try and see Sam again, and noticed the trench coat of Castiel stood over him, trying to help him sit up. He looked in the direction of Dean, and a small amount of surprise crossed his face.

"Dean." Castiel even sounded surprised to see Dean up so quickly. He looked back down at Sam, and motioned for Dean to come over and help him to get Sam into at least a seating position. He started to move over to Castiel, but a wave of dizziness hit him, so he shot a hand out to steady himself. The cut on his head must be worse than he thought.

"Hang on Cas, just… Let me stop feeling dizzy. I think you helped me up too soon." He looked over, his other hand pressed against his crown and his stomach dropped slightly when Castiel gave him a confused look.

"I didn't help you up, Dean. I've been trying to get Sam up." Sam shifted slightly with this, stirring with consciousness. Dean looked down at his younger brother, then back up at the recently fallen angel. He felt his stomach drop again when he realised the Castiel wasn't lying, and a small amount of panic crept in.

"Who did then?"

"I don't know."

"Or what did?"

"I don't know, Dean." At that moment, Sam stirred again, groaning with the effort of sitting himself up, even with the aid of his older brother and Castiel.

"Well, do you have any idea what threw us? Do we know of anything with enough mojo to throw a person through a wall?" Dean motioned over his shoulder to a Dean shaped hole in the wall where he had been thrown through.

"Dean…" Sam's voice broke weakly through the silence before Castiel had a chance to respond, and Dean was quickly by his side.

"Hey, Sammy. Take it easy, you took quite a knock." Sam squinted as Dean shone his retrieved flashlight in his face. "Sorry." He followed the beam of light as Dean also shone it in Castiel's face, but it remained unchanged. Dean let a small amount of air out of his nose that Sam took as a laugh at Castiel's unchanged face, then turned his attention to a small ribbon of red that ran down the back of Dean's neck. He turned his gaze further up his brother's head, then noticed a small piece of drywall stuck in the top of Dean's hair.

"Uh, Dean…?" He looked down at Sam. "You're bleeding." Dean's hand touched the top of his head, brushing away small pieces of drywall and plaster dust, making it just that little bit harder to see.

"Yeah…" Dean carried on brushing debris off his head absentmindedly, as if something was bothering him, and Castiel stared at him in a way that was typically Castiel.

"Dean." He turned to look at Castiel, who looked almost deep in thought. "We're not alone in here." Dean looked at him in disbelief. Of course they weren't alone. They had come here to get rid of a ghost that had been harassing single women and leaving some for dead.

"I know, Cas. The ghost, remember?" It was Castiel's turn to look at Dean in disbelief. Sam just sat on the floor, watching the exchange and sighed. He looked around the room, trying to figure out for himself what had thrown them, as unbeknownst to him, he also believed that a ghost was not strong enough to throw three people with as much force as it had done. He stared into the room, not really paying attention to it when he scrambled up, making himself dizzy with the speed he stood. He placed a hand on the wall to brace himself whilst his head readjusted itself, noticing the concern that quickly spread across Dean's face. Oh, he was not going to live this one down when he found out why he'd moved so quickly.

"Sam!" He grimaced.

"It's nothing, Dean. Honest. Just thought I saw something, and I didn't. That's all." The same look of disbelief that had been given to Castiel had now been dished out to him too. Sam grimaced again.

Dean gave Sam another look that said he didn't quite buy what Sam was selling, but he shook his head and shined his flashlight in the direction they were going before they had taken their little unexpected break. He led on, followed closely by Castiel and then Sam, shaking off the look Dean had given him.

From there, the rest of the night passed uneventfully, besides Dean being flung at another gravestone as he exited the grave of the ghost who had killed three women. It was about to go for him again when Sam threw the matchbook into the open grave, causing the ghost to erupt in an orange glow and flames, burning away quicker than paper. Dean let out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding, then slowly lifted himself off the floor, being careful of any dizziness that would accompany being thrown at walls and gravestones. He held a hand out to steady himself, and Castiel was at his side, supporting him, silent and unmoving. Dean nodded in thanks after checking it really was Castiel this time, and didn't argue when he began slowly leading him towards where they parked the Impala. Halfway there, Castiel paused, looking around the empty graveyard. Dean shifted slightly.

"Cas. There's nothing here anymore. C'mon, let's go." It was Castiel's turn to nod this time, supporting Dean the rest of the distance to his baby.

Further into the graveyard though, there was someone, face barely illuminated by the dwindling fire in the grave. They watched Sam leave before Castiel and Dean, then watched Castiel support Dean before pausing to turn and glance quickly back over the graveyard. They ducked, following a sharp intake of breath, and swore Castiel's eyes narrowed at the sound. He could not investigate further though, as Dean turned him around and was supported back to his car. The figure watched them all drive away, following their movements intently with blue eyes illuminated by the dwindling fire.

"I found him." The wind rustled the leaves, and the graveyard was empty again.