Warning! This story will have some inappropriate stuff. Which includes slash in the future and prophanity. If this offends you do not proceed to read. Other than that carry on.

Pairings: DeanxCastielxSam, yes I like that

Authors note: So this is my first Supernatural fiction and it came to me as a thought. There are a lot of fics out there, but not many three-way ones, so I am going to add to that hopeful amount. Sorry if I get anything wrong because I get in my moods where I become obsessed with something and dominate it in a small amount of time before I start fictioning it. I just started at the beginning of last month to watch Supernatural, because my friends kept bugging me about it and wow. I finished all the seasons 1-7 that same month, because I loved it that much. I neglected my other stories to start this one instead, because I love Dean, Castiel and Sam that much! Anyways enough about me, enjoy! :3

The Winchester brothers creped along the faded and stained walls of the rundown warehouse. The hallway they traveled down was dark and moist. They moved along carefully alert of their slippery surroundings.

They had beaten some info out of a demon they had captured, thanks to Castiel and had managed to get a location to where Crowley would be making a deal with some two faced Hunters. Dean held his gun tightly in his hand as he peered over an entrance to an empty room as Sam did the same to one opposite him. Once cleared, they looked to one another and continued on stealthily through the corridors of the base.

The brothers eventually reached two dark stained white double doors that lead into what they assumed was Crowley's current hole to hide in. The elder Winchester looked towards his brother issuing a reassuring nod, receiving one in return at the ready. They kicked the doors open and looked to the middle of the large clearing to find nothing. Both mechanically pointed their guns around scoping the rest of the room; one going left the other right, eventually meeting in the middle again.

At the sight of one another they lowered their guns, Sam huffing out a sigh shrugging, as Dean rolled his eyes with his body, scuffing a hand at his jaw in frustration.

"Maybe the demon lied?" Sam offered trying to explain to his erupting brother why they were misled.

"Lied, Sammy? Ya think the demon lied to us?" Dean sarcastically laughed as he turned around throwing his arms out to the sides, "Of course he did Sammy! He's. A. Demon! Imagine what Crowley would have done to him if he didn't? I knew I should've ganked that son of a—"

"I know. I know, Dean. It's just that—don't you think it's a little odd that he would lie to us? I mean so far no demon has lied to us when they've been caught and—tortured by us. So why now? Why lead us to this abandon . . . Angel Food Ministry?" Sam says tilting his head slightly, smirking at the sign in the large dark room.

His brother walked up next to him giving an equally confused stare at the sign on the wall.

"The hell is an Angel Food Ministry?" He says staring at the picture of an angel blowing a trumpet.

"Dunno. . . Dean?"

"Yeah" The elder Winchester asks looking up towards his brother, blue steel taking over his facial expression.

The larger man continues to squint at the picture, "Where's Castiel?" He adds as an afterthought.

Dean's eyes leave his brothers face as he looks around the room considering what his brother just asked him.

"I don't know. He said he would meet us here. Probably caught up doin' angel stuff." He says leaning back as if offended by his brother's question.

"I don't know, Dean this seems a little unlike, Cas. He usually doesn't break a promise." Sam says finally turning to face his brother a worried look overcoming his face.

"He didn't promise anything though. So don't worry about it." Sam's older brother says with a sarcastic grin on his face as he turns to head out the door.

Sam lets out a grunt of unhappiness to let his brother know that they were not done with the subject, but simply dropping it for the moment.

As Sam rounded the corner he heard his brother yell out in agony. His automatic instinct kicked in and he ran to where he heard his brothers pained yell. When he arrived to the origin of the sound he abruptly stopped to find his brother thrown across the hood of his car, shoulders shaking. Sam looked at his brother in fear as he cleared the rest of the distance between them and reached out a hand to grab his fallen blood. When he heard another sound leave his mouth he stopped and pulled his hand back a scowl surfacing on his face.

"No baby, no. It's my fault. I left you unguarded and in enemy territory! They'll regret doin' this to you!" His brother sobbed rubbing the hood of his beloved car.

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose in mock frustration at the sight he saw before him. Here he was all worried half to death that something happened to Dean and all it was was his stupid impala. He sighed as he grabbed his brother from the waist and hoisted him off the car, struggling as he received an elbow to the chest accompanied by some yelling.

"Let me go! I need to comfort her in her time of pain! I swear I'll kill you too Sammy if you don't let me go!" He yelled kicking his brother in the shins.

At that the taller let go, watching his elder dust himself off. His eyes lingered to the damage done to the car and widen slightly at what he saw.

The car's windshield was bust open with two other windows, there were scrapings all along the sides and a missing side mirror. But what really caught his eye was the message left on the hood. He nudged Dean as he walked closer to read the scratchy words in the dim light from the warehouse. His eyes shot open as he read halfway through the message and he looked towards his equally stunned sibling.

"Those motherfucker are definitely going to pay!" Dean said with so much rage, that Sam actually agreed with him on something.

The hood of the banged up '67 Impala screamed:

Was this dump not enough of a clue for you hairy apes? Where's that nice little angel friend of yours? You don't know? Don't worry I'm keeping him plenty of company. If you ever want to see his lovely little face again, I'd advise you start looking, fast, because I don't think he might make it another hour. Tootles.

Love Crowley

Oh my gosh! I have never known how to do those lines in the stories and I just found out how! Thank you bob, that just made my week! Anywho, will update soon hopefully, if I still have the passion to then. See you all soon!