A/N: Hello there, this is Vengeance. So here is my first ever Supernatural fanfiction, hopefully you all enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Don't own any of it, Supernatural is all Eric Kripke.

Dean almost jerked the car off the side of the road as he heard the blare of his cell phone. Besides the odd groan from Sam the car ride had been quiet for the last 20 minutes and the sharp noise had managed to scare Dean. He fumbled in his pocket, keeping one eye on the road as he turned his head to check on Sam again.

"Yeah?" Dean asked, thinking the call was Kevin. He had already called the kid to make sure that he was already looking for something on the Demon Tablet that would explain what was going on with Sam. He was vaguely surprised when the voice that came through was not Kevin or Garth, but instead, Castiel. "Dean? Dean they're all falling. They're falling and it's all my fault. Metatron, he tricked me, he took my Grace and now they're all falling," Dean took a peek at Sam who was curled in on himself in the front seat before replying. "Cas calm down. Where are you?" Dean knew he should be mad, Castiel had gone again and ignored his warnings and had caused more trouble, but he knew he didn't mean it. Castiel always worked with good intentions and he was trying to fix his family, much like Dean had been trying to do his entire life.

If he weren't so worried about Sam Dean would have tried calming Cas down, but there wasn't any time. He needed to get Sam to the bunker, he needed to get a hold of Garth in order to make sure that the Hunters could run damage control on all of these falling angels and now he had to go and find his own fallen angel and bring him own.

Dean could hear rustling and then a loud bang. "Cas? Cas!" he yelled into the phone, his eyes moving to stare at Sam who groaned a little at the loud noise. There was some more rustling and then Cas's voice. "I'm sorry. I dropped the phone. I'm somewhere in Idaho."' Cas said the last part quietly, as if Dean was going to yell at him because he was so far out of the way, and Dean almost wanted to, but he knew that there were more pressing issues to be dealt with and he also knew that Cas didn't need any more yelling. Dean knew Cas and he knew that Cas was in bad shape as it was, guilty and without his Grace.

"Look, go buy a phone and text me where you are. Try and see if you can get a lift somewhere, a bus or anything. Every time you stop you send me a new text with where you are, I'll come get you as soon as I can, ok?" Dean spoke as if he were telling a child not to go running off across the street, or making sure that they held an adults hand while they were at the mall. Although, in a way, Cas was a child. He wasn't used to being stuck i one place without any other way to get from point A to point B, he was an angel, he just zapped wherever he wanted. "Do you understand?" Dean asked when there wasn't an immediate reply. He could hear the defeat and sadness in Castiel's voice when he finally spoke, but he didn't have time to deal with it. There would be time later. "I understand," said the fallen angel and then Dean hung up without another word and tossed the phone onto the dashboard.

"We're almost there Sammy," Dean said after a few more miles in silence. He was getting worried with the way that Sam was starting to get quiet. Thought he wasn't sure if it was because he was dying or if because they quiet was just easier on him. There was no reply from Sam, not that he expect to get one.

The impala squealed and the back end shot out as Dean slammed on the brakes when he finally came to the bunker. The all but ripped the keys from the ignition and hurried around to the other side of the car just in time to catch Sam before he fell face first into the rough gravel that made up the bunker's "driveway".

Dean was yelling as soon as he got in the door. "Kevin!" he knew the poor mathlete probably wouldn't really be able to help hold up Sam's weight, but if he was ever going to get his brother down all these stairs he was going to need some sort of help and Kevin was all he had at the moment. He would rather have a little help than none at all. After getting Sam down a few steps, they faltered and Dean growled a little having to step down a few stairs just to catch Sam. "Damnit Kevin, get out here!" Dean yelled, angry now. He wasn't sure what was taking the kid so long, the bunker wasn't that big and as far as Dean knew, Kevin was supposed to be sitting at a table trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with his little brother.

Apparently he heard him the second time because the kid came skittering around the corner, a look of distress on his face. He didn't even ask what he was supposed to be doing. Dean was actually impressed when Kevin walked right over to him and Sam and took Sam's other arm. Dean watched a moment, waiting to make sure that Kevin didn't buckle under his brother's weight. Once he was sure they were secure he shifted so he was standing next to Sam again and between the two of them they managed to get him to his room and into bed.

"What did you find out?" Dean asked finally now that he knew Sam was tucked in. Sam had his eyes closed and his fist clenched, but until Kevin figured out what was going on, there wasn't a whole lot they could do. "Nothing. Look, I haven't had a whole lot of time with the full Demon Tablet, I'm still looking, I'm sorry," and then he was out the door. Kevin hadn't even waited to hear anything out f Dean's mouth, but then again, he probably knew what was coming. The whole, lives are on the line, get back to it, blah blah blah.

Dean breathed out as he reached for the desk chair a few feet from Sam's bed, though he was stopped by a large hand on his wrist. His hand was shaky, but the grip was firm and made Dean stop. "Go," at Dean's confused look, Sam went on. "Go get Cas, I'll be here. You're no good to me anyways," his voice was shaky, but he managed to get the words out. Dean was sure that must have been a good sign, he didn't think Sam was getting any worse, at least, he seemed about the same to Dean. Then again, that didn't really mean anything. Sam was good at hiding things when he was sick or hurt, it was a Winchester thing, and Dean could only hope that Sam was done with the lying and acting tough. "I'll be back soon," and with that Dean was rushing out of the room.

"I'm going out. Watch him, I'll be back," he called over his shoulder to Kevin as he breezed by. He could hear the teen floundering for some sort of response, but he didn't wait on him. He merely kept going, slamming the door to the bunker closed behind him. It took him only seconds to sprint to the car and in moments he was fumbling for his phone so he could figure out where the hell Cas was. He had three texts, apparently Cas was hitchhiking.

The last text said Franklin, Nebraska. With a destination in sight Dean pulled out of the driveway and slammed his foot to the floor and headed for the highway with a look of determination set on his face.