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This is chapter 1 of a multi chaptered fic- unsure now of how many chapters.

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Onwards...

'Sam, drive faster' moaned Dean.

'I'm going as fast as I can, Dean' muttered Sam, putting his foot down further on the accelerator.

They had promised Bobby that they would get to his place to have dinner at eight; it was part of an agreement that they stayed in contact and shared news in a way other than over the phone. Dean had phoned Castiel, who was off on heavenly business, and had joined then for the ride down there, sitting in the back with Dean, who was slowly starting to get bored; he had lost in Rock's Paper, Scissors and Sam had got to drive the Impala.

'Patience is not your strongpoint' smiled the angel, placing his hand on Dean's leg. Dean smiled wearily at the angel and returned to staring moodily out of the window. They had been travelling the better part of 4 hours and it was getting dark. The angel was enjoying the scenery wizzing past, and was disappointed that he could no longer see. So he watched Dean instead, who he found just as fascinating.

A phone starting ringing loudly, making Sam jump slightly. 'That'll be Bobby; we're an hour late.'

'Yeah yeah, Mr. Worry Wart' shrugged Dean, retrieving his phone and answering it. 'Yo Bobby' he started. He pulled a face when a different voice answered.

'Who is this?' asked Dean, suspicious about how this guy could have got his number. Sam slowly stopped and parked up at the side of the road; Cas turned in his seat with a curious look on his face.

'Neil Jones?' queried Dean. He shook his head. 'Aren't you one of the guys who used to drop by Pastor Jims' when were kids?' he asked into the phone.

Neil obviously commented and Dean whistled. 'It must've been years' he said. Sam raised his eyebrows, but Dean shushed him.

'What do you want? We're on our way to someplace.' Dean asked Neil.

Sam and Castiel exchanged looks and eyebrow expressions as Dean 'Mmm'd' and 'Right'd' into the phone. Finally, after a few minutes he hung up with a hard to read expression on his face. Sam recognised that expression; something was up.

'What did he want Dean?' he asked his brother, who shot a worried look in Castiel's direction, who looked back bewildered.

'Neil and a couple of other hunters have found a creature that they say is immune to rock salt.' He looked at Cas again, wary of his reaction 'Devil's Traps. Salt Rounds. Holy Water' he listed. 'They've got it trapped under 6 inch thick steel shackles. They want to know if we've seen anything like it before.' He looked back at his brother, who by now had caught on and whistled, eyes wide.

Castiel looked between the two brothers, eyes questioning. 'Does that mean what I think it means?'

Dean nodded and patted the angel apologetically on the knee, a sinking feeling settling in his stomach.

'They've captured an angel. And they wanna know how to kill it'

Ooh.

What does Neil and the other hunters want with the other angel? And who is it?

No canon angel unfortunately- though he has a link with Cas that'll make this fic interesting ;)

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Luckypixi

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