Hey guys. This is my second story and I hope you enjoy it. Some things to keep in mind: this takes place after the 200th episode of supernatural, so unless you don't mind spoilers, I would suggest catching up on season 10 before reading. Also there will be a 'guest' character later making this (sort of) a crossover but not really (if that makes sense). I'd rather keep it a surprise, and just give you a warning, but keep an open mind Jyou shouldn't need any prior knowledge about this character. I will be explaining most of it. Please review/p.m. I enjoy hearing from my readers whether it's good or bad criticism.

Disclaimer: Yep, you caught me. I own all of it! (Not really. I'm broke and don't own anything.)

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Wings and Brimstone

Chapter 1: Another Case

The bunker was quiet and empty. After that musical fiasco, the two brothers welcomed some peace and quiet… well almost. Dean had just woken up and made a pot of coffee. He decided to let his brother sleep (even though he would enjoy seeing his face if he woke him up with an air horn.) It wasn't long after that Sam woke up anyway. He walked into the kitchen to find Dean drinking coffee and making pancakes. Wait… pancakes? Since when does dean cook? Sam thought. Dean turned around to see Sammy standing by the table with a look of confusion on his face that reminded him so much of that nerdy angel.

"What's wrong, Sammy?" Dean smiled. "Never seen pancakes before?"

Sam smiled at the nickname he had missed. "No, I've just never seen you at a stove before. Frankly, I didn't even think you knew how to use one."

Dean turned to him and gave him his 'really Sammy' face. "I used to make pancakes with mom all the time." He smiled and turned back to the pancake now ready to be flipped.

Sam walked over to the table and smiled when he saw several black and burnt pancakes in the trash. As soon as he sat down, Dean sat a cup of coffee and a plate of pancakes in front of him. He took a bite and smiled. They were pretty mediocre, but not as bad as he had expected. He continued eating. Dean had resumed his cooking, finishing up the last bit of the pancake batter (which wasn't much after all the burnt ones). He sat next to Sammy with some coffee as well and began to read the newspaper. After a minute he looked up to see Sammy staring at him.

"Got a problem with my face?" He reached over and stole a bite of pancakes off his plate.

Sam looked at him with his best bitch face. "Jerk."

"Bitch." Dean continued reading.

Sam finished his breakfast and put his dishes into the sink. Just as he was about to leave the dining room when Dean stopped him. "Hey, I think I found us a case."

"Dean, I told you. You need a break. Not more cases for a while."

"Sammy, I don't need a break. I'm fine and we should work this case."

Sam knew he needed rest but at the same time he knew Dean welcomed hunting as a distraction. Sighing and giving up, he walked over and sat back down in his seat next to dean. Dean smiled and began to explain what he found.

"Apparently something has been stealing food and other stuff from food marts and convenience stores."

"Um… ok. That doesn't really sound like our kind of case, Dean."

"Shut up, Sammy. Let me finish. No one saw his face and all the employees that were questioned claimed they saw this thing vanish into thin air"

"Ok. That sounds like our kind of case. I still don't think we need to do this, though."

"It's in Stockton. That's only an out an hour from here. We could be there and back within a day or two." A wide shit eating grin spread across Dean's face.

Sam sighed. "Fine." He walked off to pack some things.

Dean laughed and also walked off to pack for the case.

About an hour later they both got into the car and headed off to Stockton, KS. About ten minutes into the drive, Cas suddenly showed up in the back seat. Sam jumped in shock but Dean didn't budge.

"What the hell Cas!"

Cas looked at Sam with his signature confused head tilt. "I'm sorry Sam. I assumed you'd be expecting me."

"What? Why would I be…" He looked at Dean and just realized he hadn't even slightly reacted to Cas showing up.

Dean looked over at Sam. "What?" Sam didn't say anything, but had his usually bitch face. "Yes I called him! Just thought it would be nice to have the three of us on a case again." Now Sam had a smirk on his face. "Shut up, Sam!"

"I didn't think Sam had said anything," said a very confused Cas from the back seat.

"No, I didn't. Dean is just reading my mind." Still smirking, he turned back to face the front.

"Oh." Then Cas thought about it a second. "I wasn't aware humans could read minds."

"No, Cas. It's just a figure of speech," Dean said, annoyed with Sam. He put on some ACDC to listen to the rest of the way to Stockton.

They arrived about 30 minutes later. By the time they arrived it was around lunchtime. Sam began to head off to the first store that was stolen from. However, after some protest from Dean, they headed off to a local diner instead. Dean and Cas headed in while Sam grabbed some basics from the trunk, just in case. He grabbed small things such as: a flask of holy water, a small bottle of salt, and a silver knife. After thinking about it, he threw the salt back into the trunk, knowing there would be salt shakers in the diner.

Dean and Cas had found a table and sat down across from each other. Dean ordered a drink for him and Sammy and Cas declined the drink offer. "Nice to be back in action, huh, Cas?"

"Yes. I do miss hunting with you and your brother sometimes."

"It's nice to have you back Cas."

Sam walked into the diner and found the two of them at a booth. When he approached the table, he noticed Cas was smiling at something Dean had said. When he sat down beside Dean, he coughed out a subtle *destiel* before being stomped on the toe. "OW!" Dean looked at him with his 'shut up, Sammy' face. Sam Smirked.

"Um…" Cas, as usually, was overly confused. But before any of them could say anything further, the waitress came and took their orders.

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A short while later, they arrived at a Gas 'N Sip. This was the first place the thing showed up at. The police had already finished their investigation here (saying it was probably just some street kid). They walked in and began to question the employee at the register.

Dean held up his FBI badge. "I'm agent Stark." Then motioning to Sam and Cas, "These are agents Banner and Barton. We need you to tell us what exactly happened the night your store was robbed."

"Well," The cashier paused, trying to recall the events that took place. "He came and began to load food into a small basket. When he started to walkout without paying, I caught him. Soon as I did so, he disappeared in smoke."

They all looked at him. "That's it? That's all you got?" Dean asked, a bit annoyed.

"Well, that's what happened."

Dean sighed and placed his fingers on the bridge of his nose. Sam looked around the store then turned to the cashier. "You have surveillance. Can you show us the footage form that day?"

Dean looked up at Sam at first surprised by the good idea, then annoyed that he didn't think of it first.

"Yea. Its in the back."

As they started to follow him, Dean noticed Cas wasn't behind them anymore. He turned around and saw Cas standing by the door with his eyes closed and nose in the air. "Cas, what is it?"

"It smells like sulfur."

"So… demons?"

"Possibly, but this is a bit different. More pure and refined, almost…" He paused and took another sniff of the air. "Almost ancient."

"Oookay. Well, lets go look at the surveillance and see if it caught anything."

Cas nodded and followed him back to the surveillance room. When they got there, Sam was already going through the footage.

"Found anything yet, Sammy?"

"Just exactly what he described." He pointed to a guy on the screen. He was wearing oversized, baggy pants and a coat with the hood up. As Dean watched him, he did do exactly as described: walked in, loaded up on food, tried to walk out, got caught, and disappeared.

"So now wha-"

"Wait," Cas cut Dean off. "Pause it there." Sam paused the video just as the thief got caught off guard by being caught by the cashier. "Look." Cas pointed at something behind the thief.

Dean looked at it. "What is that?!"

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