It's five thirty pm on a hot late summer's day. A handsome blond haired boy about nineteen is painting a sign in white paint that will say Singer's Auto Shop. Another boy younger yet taller with long brown hair is holding the ladder for him.

"C'mon Dean you can't say no without saying why not." He says.

The boy on the ladder looks down with a cheeky grin, "OK, why not?"

As Dean Climbs down he hears. "Because it's your little brother Sam." He looks up at his work.

"Are you sure that looks that looks ok? Over twenty years Bobby's had this place, I wanted to surprise him with a new sign."

Sam rolls his eyes "Dean this is important!"

Dean copies the motion, "Go play with your little band of Hunters!"

"The Hunters are the greatest!"

"Were." Dean puts down the paintbrush and wipes his hands on a towel.

"You've found something better?"

"No not yet but…. "He pauses and sits on a spare wooden crate. "Sammy every damn night for the past month I wake up and I'm reachin' out for somethin'."

Sam sits next to his brother. "What?"

Dean stands up and looks at the sky." I don't know. It's right outside the door. 'Round the corner, but it's comin'!"

Sam looks at his brother's back suddenly feeling irritated." What is? "Tell me!"

"I don't know! It's like the kick I used to get bein' a Hunter."

"The kick comes from people Dean. Now c'mon the Angels fight hard. We need your help."

Dean sighs. "Sammy I've had it!"

"I've already told the guys you'd be there."

With a ruthful grin Dean turns. "What time?

"10:00?"

10:00 it is."

"Womb to tomb?" Sam holds out a hand which Dean takes.

"Sperm to worm, and I'll live to regret this."

Before running off Sam adds, "Who knows maybe what ever you're looking for will be at the dance tonight."

Dean scoffs "Yeah who knows," his bright green eyes suddenly begin to light up as he considers the possibility.

Could be!

Who knows?

There's something due any day;

I will know right away,

Soon as it shows.

It may come cannonballing down through the sky,

Gleam in its eye,

Bright as a rose!

Who knows?

It's only just out of reach,

Down the block, on a beach,

Under a tree.

I got a feeling there's a miracle due,

Gonna come true,

Coming to me!

Could it be? Yes, it could.

Something's coming, something good,

If I can wait!

Something's coming, I don't know what it is,

But it is

Gonna be great!

With a click, with a shock,

Phone'll jingle, door'll knock,

Open the latch!

Something's coming, don't know when, but it's soon;

Catch the moon,

One-handed catch!

Around the corner,

Or whistling down the river,

Come on, deliver

To me!

Will it be? Yes, it will.

Maybe just by holding still,

It'll be there!

Come on, something, come on in, don't be shy,

Meet a guy,

Pull up a chair!

The air is humming,

And something great is coming!

Who knows?

It's only just out of reach,

Down the block, on a beach,

Maybe tonight . . .

Not much later and not so far away in a tailor's shop an Angel with golden wings is fixing an old flying trench coat to one for a party for an extremely young extremely lovely one named Castiel ,who is a bright, excited, enthusiastic, obedient child but has the temper stubborn strength and awareness of a man.

"Please Gabriel you must make it shorter."

"Nope."

Castiel eyes his friend with his usual exasperated stubbornness. "It's for dancing no longer for flying!"

"With those boys you can start dancing and end up flying. Besides Michael made me promise."

"Ugh, Michael. One month I've been on Earth and do I even touch excitement? I sew all day I sit all night. For what great purpose did my fine brother bring me here?" Castiel slumps into a chair across from Gabe.

"To marry Lucifer."

Castiel shrugs. "When I look at Lucifer nothing happens."

"Well what did you expect?"

"I don't know: something. What happens when you look at Michael?"

"It's when I don't look it happens. Here let's see how it fits." He helps Castiel get the coat past his coal black wings.

"Oh, Gabriel it's perfect!"

"Ready Gentleman?" Asks Michael. He's a tall man with light brown hair and white wings. He's followed by a shy blond boy with red wings: Lucifer, who moves to stand behind Castiel.

"Michael it's very important that I have a good time at the dance tonight." Castiel says hugging his brother.

"Oh,"

"Tonight is my first night as a young man of earth."

When Dean arrives at the dance at ten he feels like he should've never come. Hunters and Angels are dancing on opposite sides of the gym. But in the corner was a boy possibly a few years younger than him. He was beautiful. Pale, dark hair blue eyes, even black wings, they came towards each other and start dancing, the boy's arms around his neck, his just bellow the boys wings. Suddenly in the middle of the song Dean stops to ask:

"You're not thinkin' I'm someone else?"

"I know you are not."

"Or that we've met before?"

"I know that we have not."

"I felt, I knew something-never -before was gonna happen, had to happen but this-"

"My hands are cold," the boy interrupts and Dean reaches up to grab said body part. "Yours too." The boy murmurs.

Dean moves the boys hand to his cheek.

"So warm,"

While moving to cup the boys cheek Dean whispers "Yours too."

The boy gives him a white but gummy smile. "But of course, they are the same."

"It's so much to believe – you're not joking me?"

"I have not yet learned to joke that way. I think now I never will."

As if drawn by pure instinct Dean moves to kiss the boys hands then his lips. It's soft, tender and innocent. Neither of them saw Michael moving towards them with rage, both in the loving bubble of a first kiss.