"Just stay where you are and keep quiet I don't want any trouble." The man barked as he barged his way into the room pointing the handgun at the blonde girl. Tears were streaming down her face and she hiccoughed mid-sob.
"Please." She whispered. "Don't do this."
"Sorry Sweetie. It's my job." He aimed the gun at her head and pulled the trigger. He shoved the gun back into its holster on his belt and flipped open a mobile phone. "It's done." He said.
"Good work Agent Hunt. We'll be in touch when you are needed." The voice on the end said.
The man closed the phone. He took one look at the dead girl on the floor, watching a trickle of blood roll down her forehead. Dean Winchester shoved the phone back into his pocket, turned his back on the body and strode out of the room.
Dean pulled open the door to the Impala and slid into the driver's seat. He put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes. 'God, this job is draining.' He thought.
Dean flipped on the light and turned to collapse on the bed. But there was someone there already. Dean let out a strangled yell and whipped his silver gun out of the holster and aimed it at the man stretched out on his bed. The man on the bed raised his hands slowly.
"Relax; I'm not here to kill you Dean. If I were you'd be dead already." The man was wearing a suit with a badly done up blue tie and a dirty trench coat. His hair was stylishly messy and he was clean-shaven.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Dean demanded, not lowering the gun. The other man sighed.
"My name is Castiel Novak, also known as Agent Wings. I work for the same company you do so trust me, I'm not going to try and kill you." Dean frowned.
"You work for Hilters? Why don't I know you?" He asked suspiciously. Castiel smirked.
"Above your pay-grade." He said.
"Okay then." Dean said, lowering the gun slightly, but keeping it ready. "What do you want? Do they need me on a job?" Castiel nodded.
"Yeah. "He paused. "Well, they need us on a job. They want us to get this guy together."
"Why do they need two of us to gank this guy? Who is he?"
"I don't know exactly. His name is Sam. Sam Winchester." Dean blinked in surprise. Castiel pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and passed it across to Dean. Dean unfolded it and examined the blurry photograph of his brother. Dean nodded.
"Yeah, I know him. Why are we going to kill him?"
"I don't know. Just following orders." Castiel said, clearly he didn't know that Deans surname was Winchester. Dean sighed and nodded again.