So, believe it or not, I got an assignment in English to write a time-travel story and guess what I did with it... yep. I've changed a few things from the original, because I am not handing in gay porn to my teachers.

Also, there is an OC in the original, and I don't normally write OC's so, I am leaving it up to you guys as to whether or not to keep her in. Let me know!

The knife blade cut clean through the demon's body, and it fell with a flash of yellow. Dean, panting, glanced behind him to find Sam. His eyes landed on his little brother as he finished downing the final demon, casually wiping the sweat off his brow as it fell. Sam's hazel eyes met Dean's green ones as a single "whoa" fell from his lips.

"Dude, yeah." Dean said, licking his lips and looking around at the twenty-odd corpses that littered the floor of the warehouse. "Guess we better burn 'em, eh Sammy?"

"Yeah."

The smoke from the burning bodies rose high in the rear-view mirror as the brothers pulled onto the highway. The mood inside the car was as black as the paint on the outside. Finally, Dean broke the silence with a sigh. Sam looked at him from the passenger seat, even though he already knew what his brother was going to say.

"I dunno what to say, Sammy. This is the third hoard we've fought this week." Dean kept his eyes glued to the road as he spoke. "The hell I know what's going on, but I think it's time we found out."He glanced briefly at his brother as he said "out". Sam nodded, but remained silent until they were almost home.

"Cas or Crowley?" Dean raised an eyebrow at the question.

"Don't put it on record Sammy, but I think the king of hell might know a little more than a fallen angel," He replied as he switched the car off.

The match fell, setting the bowl of ingredients aflame. The brothers stood patiently on either side of their dining room table as the seconds ticked by.

"Hello boys," The familiar greeting and British accent rang across the room. Sam and Dean relaxed slightly and turned towards the rough voice. "What can a do for you two today?"

"You can answer us a few questions," Sam's arms were crossed and he rocked confidently back on his heels. "I assume you'll be wanting to do this the easy way." The demon rolled his eyes.

"Whatever you say, moose. But make it snappy, I have an important gathering."

"Yeah, well I'm sure hell ain't going anywhere." Dean spoke for the first time.

"Why are you sending so many of your crossroad bitches up here?" Sam demanded

"I'm not. Clearly they've made deals and are just collecting." The answer was calm

"eat it Crowley. You know as well as we do that the hounds do the collecting." Dean spat back. The demon merely shrugged.

"Sorry, can't help you, boys. I suggest you ask your trench coat toting feathered friend who's in love with squirrel. Maybe he can help you out." And with a snap of his fingers, Crowley was gone.

"Dammit!" Dean slammed his palm on the table.

"You might as well take his advice," Sam said, "Summoning Cas isn't a terrible idea. At the very least he might know how to deal with it." Dean sighed and straitened up. As usual, his brother was right.

"Cas, buddy, we need your help." The prayer was all but grumbled.

"What is it you need, Dean?" Castiel's low, gravelly voice sounded from behind the older brother. Dean turned to find the dark haired angel well within his personal space. He cleared his throat, but the blue eyes in front of him only squinted in confusion.

"Personal space," Dean finally said

"Oh." Cas took a step back and looked at Dean for approval. When Dean didn't complain he continued. " What is it you need my assistance with?"

"Have you noticed the spike in demon attacks lately? Or the massive numbers of them coming up?" Sam answered him. The angel nodded. When neither brother continued he spoke again.

"I have. I do not see how this is a problem, you two are hunters. It is your job to, as you say, gank them."

"Yeah, but there are too many. Something's going down, Cas. Something big. And we need to figure it out, and stop it, before it gets too big." Dean's voice was stern, determined.

Cas pulled one of the chairs away from the table and sat down. He was vaguely aware of the brothers staring at him as he sat in tought. He caught one of them clearing their throat in the corner of his mind as the tenth minute ticked by. At last he met Dean's eyes.

"I have an idea."

Short, I know. I promise the next chapters will be longer, the only reason this one is so short is because I don't know if I'm going to keep the OC in, so please guys, let me know! See you all soon lovelies!