The hunt had been fairly easy, if you count nearly getting torn to pieces by a damn werewolf easy I suppose. Sam managed to get on top of it and stab the hell out of it with a silver knife just before it tore into his throat anyway but enough about that though because they were finally heading back to the bunker after being gone for nearly a week. To say he missed his memory foam mattress was an understatement, it remembered him for god sake how could you compete with that.

Of course he missed Kevin's snarky comments and newly human Castiel's blatant lack of knowledge of anything un-angelic.

Pulling up outside of the bunker, Dean cut the engine and hopped out unlocking the trunk and began unloading his bag. Being the annoying older brother he is he decided to throw Sam's at to him as he exited baby, nearly hitting him in the face in the process which resulted in Dean receiving bitchface #47 from Sam for his efforts.

Dean just laughed at this, causing Sam to flip him the bird, which made him bellow with laughter even harder. Catching his breath Dean opened the door to the bunker and he and Sam slipped inside, walking down the stair case they noted that the rooms were empty "Cas…..Kevin?" Dean called as he reached the floor… no reply.

As they entered what they considered their dining room/study area, Dean noted a lot of things had been moved that being that the paintings were ripped and draping down the walls, books cascaded the floor and the table had been flipped upside down in what looked like some kind of violent scuffle.

"What the…." Sam exclaimed, being the first to break the silence since stepping into the room. With no sight of Kevin or Castiel, Dean sprang into action shouting now, his mind filling with worry "Cas! …. Kevin!" Dean exclaimed climbing over broken bookshelves.

Now both on the other side of the chaotic mess, Dean and Sam both could hear some slight movement and murmurs coming from within the kitchen. Looking to each other both withdrew a silver blade to tackle whatever may be lurking behind the closed doors.

Kicking the door open, the boys were met with no threat. Walking round the island in the centre of the kitchen, they were meet with a badly beaten Kevin, thick sticky blood coating his brow his arm laying limp at his side and sticking out at an unnatural angle. Automatically dropping their weapons, they rushed to Kevin's aid. "Kevin how'd this happen?" Sam asked frantically studying the boys arm.

"A….a..Angels" Kevin stuttered wincing at each breath "they got past the bunkers defences, they outnumbered u…us" Kevin explained shakily.

"…W...wait Kevin where's Cas?" Dean exclaimed, remembering they had yet to find the ex-angel who was probably in the exact same position as Kevin…. Or worse, those angel dicks wanted revenge on Cas what if they hurt him or worse killed him in his defenceless state. He had to find him, he'd never forgive himself if something happened to cas because he and sam had left him to fend for himself while they were out on a case.

"I don't…. know dean I'm ... sorry, as we were fighting them off I was thrown in here by two of those feathery assholes" Kevin replied sounding defeated.

"You deal with Kevin, I've got to find Cas, he's got to be around here somewhere" Dean told Sam as he reached the door.

He convinced himself that Cas was still in the bunker, he didn't want to imagine the other possibilities that could have happened to his angel.

Panic fuelling his way Dean searched everywhere in the bunker, frantically calling out for Castiel who never reciprocated his calls. He had searched every inch top to bottom there was no sign of him.

Sam found him looking up and down a corridor he had already searched three times, "Dean…." Sam called worried Dean span around to face him "he's not here Sammy…. He's gone, they took him" Dean replied sounding warn out and lost.

One thing he did know, he was gunna kills those sons of bitches.