Hey guys, I hope you all like this fic! Just fyi, my original character is only in the first chapter to set the scene and find Dean. Enjoy…

Chapter 1

I Miss the Misery – Halestorm

I've been a mess since you stayed.

I've been a wreck since you changed.

Don't let me get in your way.

I miss the lies and the pain,

The fights that keep us awake,

I'm telling you.

Wandering along the street with his headphones in, only one side working, Mark made his way back home. It had been a bad day. No, scrap that, it had been an awful day, catastrophic. He had just lost thousands in an investment deal, his fiancé had broken up with him, he had spilt beetroot juice on his favorite silk tie – not his usual choice but he had been trying to loose some weight for the wedding- fat lot of use that was…and it was raining. I mean seriously, talk about let it all rain down on him.

Just as things couldn't get any worse Mark's IPod stopped playing halfway through the Hoosier's 'Worst Case Scenario.' He couldn't help but pick up on the irony. Now, left with nothing left to listen to but the insistent pattering of rain on the ground and the howl of ambulance sirens, Mark couldn't help but hear a low groaning sound coming from a nearby alley.

Seriously, people were at it like rabbits these days, don't they have enough self respect to at least make it to a crappy motel first. Really!

Mark put his headphones in again out of principle, despite them not producing any more sound, but he could still hear the strange noises. The closer he got to the alley in question the louder they became, but now it didn't sound like someone was having public sex, it sounded as if someone was in pain. A lot of pain.

Dropping his briefcase Mark sprinted over to the alley, freezing when he saw the huddled figure of a man on the floor, lying in a pool of blood.

"H-hello?" Mark couldn't keep the tremor out of his voice as he approached the wounded man, who was shaking violently from a mixture of cold, fear and shock.

"S'm." The man rolled over a little, bright green eyes peeking out above the deep purple bags and surrounding bruising. The closer Mark got, the more injuries he could see. The man's cheeks were covered in cuts and bruising his face swollen and tender. His arm was also hanging limply within the man's leather jacket and Mark could see that the man's entire torso was drenched in a mixture of dried and fresh blood coming from what seemed to be multiple stab wounds. It was a wonder that he was conscious. He must have been a real fighter to survive this long.

"It's all right mate, you're going to be fine. I'll call an ambulance." Mark tore off his scarf and held it tight to the man's stomach, where one of the a deep stab wounds was visible.

"N-nhsptals."

"Pardon?"

"N-no. S'mmy. M'sry we fought. M'sorry. Please!" The man tossed his head from side to side frantically, tears streaming from his eyes as he jarred his agonized face.

"It's ok. You need to go to hospital, but I promise I will find your Sammy."

"SAMMY! Need Sammy. I miss Sam. M'sorry. My fault. I need you." The man on the floor seemed to grow even more agitated, reaching out a trembling hand and grabbing Mark's shirt, fisting it tight. Despite the cold and rain the man's hand was boiling hot and Mark was sure that the man had a severe fever.

"I'm nothing without Sam. Dad said I need to look after- I-failure…need Sam. You have to get him. Need…" Dean gasped in pain, his hand flying back to his stomach in a poor attempt to keep the blood in.

"I'll get him, try to relax." When the leather and jeans clad man collapsed, his eyes rolling back, Mark sighed. That wasn't quite what he had meant by relax.

Grabbing his mobile Mark dialed 911, voice shaking when he asked for an ambulance, briefly explaining that he had found a badly beaten and stabbed man in an alley. He never would have guessed that those words would ever come out of his mouth. It seemed like something out of a TV show. These things didn't actually happen in reality did they?

When he put his mobile back in his pocket Mark placed both hands over the crumpled figures wound, forcing himself to keep the pressure on, even when the man came round again and began to groan, still with his eyes screwed shut.

"It's ok. You're ok. You're safe now, I won't let anyone hurt you again. I promise."

"Cas?" Mark looked confused, seeing that the man's green eyes were staring right up at him.

"I-"

"Cas, you came. Y-you came. W-where were you? I-I kept praying for you to come. Why didn't you c-come? N-need you're help. Sam…" Mark didn't have a clue what to say or do, his response coming out as stuttered as the wounded man's. The guy was clearly delusional. Or hallucinating, or both of the above.

"I-I was busy?" It was more of a question than an answer.

"D-did you hear my calls? Or w-were you just ignoring all incoming m-messages when the name Dean popped up on your angel-radios' ID s-screen. D-did you r-really fall that far?" So the man's name was Dean, at least that settled one thing.

"No, I um-I…"

"Y-your mojo, did you t-turn it off." Mojo?

"Uh, yeah, sorry."

Dean seemed to slump down a little before reaching out and taking a clump of Mark's short, dark brown hair and staring into his blue eyes. Then, suddenly Dean let go as he began to shake and dry heave.

"Y-your coat. W-where's your coat?"

"I'm wearing it?"

"N-no. T-trench coat."

"Look, I…"

"No"

"Hey, it's alright man, I'm not…"

"Wh-you're not Cas. G-get away. G'WAY! P-please don't. L-eave me alone. PLEASE!" Dean began to thrash, curling in on himself and pulling away from Mark's helping hands.

"Hey, hey, calm down. I'm Mark. I'm gonna help."

Dean's eyes seemed to have glazed over, he was staring at the space a fair few inches away from Mark's head. Then he began to convulse, yelling obscenities at the man and threatening him with "Ruby's knife," which didn't sound like something Mark wanted to encounter.

"NO!"

"Shhh, help is coming. Don't hurt yourself."

"SAAAAAAM!" Dean screamed as loud and hard as he could, causing his throat to burn.

"I will get Sam, Sam will meet you at the hospital. Please?!"

"G-get away you b-black eyed son of a b-bitch." What? Well, that's new.

"It's ok; my eyes are blue, look, blue." Mark tried to illustrate his point but Dean began to thrash his uninjured, well less injured arm around, forcing Mark to move back. He didn't want to have his blue eyes gouged out. His day had been bad enough already!

"D-demon. Y-you're lying. Demons lie. I'll k-kill you, you black eyed bitch…send you back to hell where y-you belong. I-." Dean fainted halfway through his shouts, leaving an incredibly startled stranger staring blankly down at his limp body, wondering what he could do.

Dean was clearly out of it, delusional, mad even. Maybe he was dangerous. Was the man always like this or was it just the fever? Mark didn't particularly want to find out but he knew he couldn't just leave him here to bleed out in agony.

Two minutes later Mark let out an audible whoop of delight, he had heard the sound of sirens approaching. He then began to call out until an ambulance crew came hurrying down the alley carrying a stretcher.

"Are you the one who called?" A young member of the crew took out his notebook whilst the others began to assess the damage inflicted on Dean's body.

"Yeah, I heard him making weird noises…at first I thought…" Mark cut himself off, trying not to make himself feel even more stupid.

"Well, it's a good job you stopped by the looks of things. Was he fully conscious when you found him?"

"Yes, but he blacked out a few times. I think he might have hurt his head, or it's the fever. He seemed to think I was someone called Cas and then he flipped when he realized I wasn't wearing the right coat. He kept calling me a black eyed demon or something, went completely berserk!"

"Can you tell me anything else about him?"

"Only that he kept calling out for a Sam, Sammy."

"Ok, thank you for your time. Can I take down your number in case we have to contact you again?"

"Of course." Mark reeled off his number before watching as Dean was strapped to the stretcher and carried into the ambulance. He really hoped the guy would be ok, but there was nothing else he could do.

With a small sigh he turned and continued his walk home. Nothing else could go wrong.

Well, apart from him treading in a deep puddle and soaking his socks and shoes.

This really was getting ridiculous.

TBC

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