hey guys i am sooo sorry for not uploading anything... I am stuck on my other stories, if you want feel free to suggest anything.
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mishaminion42
(This little thing honestly has nothing to do with the story I just liked it so I kept it.)
So this all started in a crowded place...where a man with extraordinary emerald-forest green eyes and short sandy brown hair wearing ragged blue jeans and an old tee with a beaten flannel, looking aimlessly through the crowd, met and maintained eye contact with a mysterious man who had eyes bold as sapphires and deep as oceans, but nevertheless looked wise and tired, he had short dark hair a little wavy, wearing a black suit and a bold blue tie on top of which he wore a trench coat, a tan trench coat.
Dean and Sam never really went places other than going on a hunt or back to the bunker, now that the angels fell they didn't really ever go on hunts, unless Garth needed help then Dean would go and Kevin would look after Sam. They, by they I mean mostly Dean, were looking hopelessly for their trench coat wearing friend. Having Crowley locked up in the demon dungeon, Deans worries went mostly to Sam, Cas, Kevin and Garth...but Garth mostly found some way to avoid getting killed...freaky guy.
Sam was in terrible shape because of the Demon Trials and trying to make a human Crowley. Dean worried about him, he always has, he's his baby brother. But Sam is there, under the same roof, safe. However Cas on the other hand is among some cast-out angels from Heaven that would rather see him dead, Dean couldn't even fathom the idea of Cas being dead, so no matter how many nights stayed up, meals he's missed, or how many bottles of beer or alcohol were laying around...
He had to find Cas.
"Hey, Sammy! I'm going out for a supply run, be back in an hour or so!" Dean yelled before shutting Sam's bedroom door to hear his brother reply.
"Okay...Dean wait..pick up some honey chamomile tea, my throat is really sore from the trials and...well you know...coughing up blood." Sam said to Dean before he closed the door to his room.
"I would make a sarcastic-smart-ass remark to that but you look like crap so yeah I'll pick some up for you." Dean said closing the door.
Dean grabbed his jacket, the keys to the Impala, as well as his phone, he got in his car and left for the store. He blasted his music, Metallica, with his off key singing and off beat steering wheel drumming.
Soon he pulled into the parking lot of the store he needed to go to. He sat there for a little while thinking about all that has happened, between Sam doing the trials, Cas and the Angels falling, and half-human half-hell spawn that Crowley is now because of the Demon trials. Dean had no idea where Cas was or if he had his grace or his wings. He was worried, beyond worried.
"Cas, I don't know if you can hear me, I've prayed to you every day since the Angels fell, what, has it been a month now? Cas, buddy, I need you here, I can't do this alone. Sam thinks that I can but I can't. I need you, Castiel. Please just give me a sign that you're okay." Dean said to Cas but for all he knew he was talking to himself.
But nothing happened, no sign. Nothing.
He sighed to himself temporarily giving up on his quest looking for a sign that Cas is okay. He walks into the supermarket grabs what Sam has requested, then looking around for what they needed.
Finally, he's in the aisle of the last thing on his mental list. It was at the end of the aisle.
He has this gut feeling to look up, so he does.
And there it is.
Two blue eyes.
I promise the other chapters will be some what longer. :)