Almost Natural Chapter 1, a supernatural fanfic

Co-written with my dear friend on Wattpad Sea_Zoe. Enjoy. ( user/Sea_Zoe)

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'Balls!' Bobby Singer yelled when he spilled his beer all over his pants, leaving a stain. The telephone had stirred him from his slumber and had made him knock over his precious bottle. Grabbing the horn of his desk, he quickly answered it.

'Bobby! You've gotta help me out! Sam's gone, and Cas is a no show,' Deans deep voice echoed loudly through the room.

'Calm down! Start at the beginning,' Bobby replied, now fully awake.

'We were hunting a Kawôln, and...' Dean said, but was interrupted before he could continue.

'A Kawôln! You idiots! With just the two of you?!' Bobby rolled with his eyes and sighed. This was going to be a big headache.

'Yeah, they're dangerous. We figured out that much. Now, help me to get my brother back,' Dean replied impatiently.

'Well, where did you last see him?' Bobby said, switching to his professional voice.

'Little antique shop somewhere in Ashville, Alabama. I turned around for one sec and he was gone. His phone is also disconnected. It seems as if he just disappeared from the face of the earth.'

'Pray,' was the short answer Bobby supplied.

'Don't you think that I haven't tried that already?! Castiel is being a dick.'

'Well, try again,' Bobby said.

There was no reply.

'Are you still there?' Bobby asked, raising his eyebrows as if Dean could see him.

'Yeah, Cas just showed up. I gotta go,' Dean said after another minute of dead silence.

Bobby stood up, mumbling to himself as he got another cold beer from the fridge. Sam usually disappeared at least once a week, and this time would probably be no different. Dean and Castiel would save his sorry ass, and then the three of them would kick some more. And they would live happily ever after and have a chick flick moment on the hood of the impala.

'Cas,' Dean said.

'Dean,' Cas replied.

'Where were you, dude? We have to get Sam back, and gank some sons of bitches.'

'I was... busy...,' Castiel replied.

'Are you coming or what,' Dean said, with his car keys in his hand, Castiel disappeared.

'Ah, son of a...,' Dean said and sat down in the Impala as Castiel reappeared in the passenger's seat next to him.

'You really have to stop doing that,' Dean said.

The engine started to roar, and within minutes the two friends pulled over in front of the antique store. It was just like the time that Sam had disappeared. Dean knocked on the door, but no one answered. With his lock pick he managed to get the door open within no time. Dean held his hand near to his gun and slowly walked in, closely followed by Castiel.

'This is it,' Dean said, looking sideways at a dusty mirror. He could have sworn that he had seen a pair of blue eyes appear in the glass last time he had stood before it. The crazy part was that Kawôlns were not known for their blue eyes, but for their pitch black ones. Whatever he had seen, it had disappeared at the same time Sam had, both within the blink of an eye.

'I can feel the presence of something,' Castiel said, stating the obvious, while concentrating on the forces around him.

'A demon?' Dean asked.

'I don't know,' was the honest answer. It surprised Dean. Usually Cas' radar was very accurate.

'What do you mean, you don't know?' Dean asked impatiently. He just wanted his brother back. He thought of Cas as a friend, but wished that he would be more blunt, more to the point.

'Dean, it is something I have never felt before,' Cas whispered. It was very unlike him, and Dean noticed that Cas' face had become scarlet, which wasn't normal either.

'Are you ok?' he asked, worried.

Cas turned around and buried his face in his hands. It was almost like he was ashamed of something.

'Cas? Cas!' Dean tried, but he got no answer.

Then something unknown hit him. Before he could react he was on the ground, and the thing, whatever it was, was gone. A flash of blue came from the mirror. This time he was sure that he hadn't imagined it. He jumped back up and searched the stuffed store with his gun pulled. He wasn't going to take any risks.

'Dean, we should go,' Castiel said. He laid his hand on Dean's forehead and within a second they were back at Dean's motel room.

'What the hell, Cas!' Dean yelled.

'I have to go,' was all Cas said, before he disappeared once again into thin air.

Dean felt like hitting something. Cas was acting all weird, and his brother was still missing. He knew that it was stupid to go back to the antique store all by himself, but it felt like his duty. With or without that stubborn angel, he would gank the Kawôln and find Sammy.

First he had to call Bobby. He would know more about those damn Kawôlns.

'Dean,' Bobby said after he had picked up the horn. 'Did you find him?'

'No,' Dean replied. 'Can Kawôlns have blue eyes?'

'Of course not.'

'Well, it had baby blue's.'

'I'll get back to ya,' Bobby said, feeling an all nighter coming up.

Dean entered the old antique shop for the third time in his life. Like he had done during his other visits, he checked all the corners until the strange mirror was all he could think about. It did not set of his devices, but his guts told him that something was very wrong. With his hands he removed the dust from the copper frame and found an inscription. If only Sam was with him. He would have been able to translate it. Dean loved his brother's nerdy side, but would never tell him that. It was good to have a smart one in the family.

Dean used his phone to take pictures of the inscriptions and sent them to Bobby. It only took the man five minutes to reply.

'No one stays the same,' his reply said. Dean had no idea what that could mean. It sounded like a riddle with a clue that would become clear when the thing he was hunting would suddenly appear. That's what they usually did. Dean searched the place yet again, but everything seemed ordinary. Eventually, he had to give up. He placed everything back where he had found it and let out a yawn. It had been a tiring week for him. As he was leaving, a glint of blue made him stop dead in his tracks. He turned around and stared at it. This time it didn't disappear.

He pulled out his gun and aimed it at the eyes. The moment he pulled the trigger, the eyes turned red and the bullet was gone. The gun and all his hidden weapons flew through the air, as the red eyes became bigger and more intense. Dean couldn't look away. He could not care about being unarmed or in danger. The eyes sucked him in, as they looked into his soul.

Images started playing before his eyes. Images he did not want to see. It started out with himself standing in complete darkness. Than a white hole appeared into the black walls around him. Castiel walked through it and that's when he noticed something. The blue eyes that he had spotted in the mirror had been Cas' eyes.

Cas did not speak. He just walked towards Dean, while looking at him all the time with the same intensity as the red eyes had had. Dean shuddered. Something weird was happening inside of him, and it made goosebumps appear on his skin. He felt the strong need to reach his arm towards Castiel, but he couldn't understand why. Confused, he slowly backed away, and tripped over something. Everything became black.

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