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"God, Cas!"

Dean growled, gripping the bathroom counter as his heart determinedly tried to beat its way out of his chest.

"What did I tell you about sneaking up on people?"

"Apologies Dean" Castiel said in his usual monotone, a slight crease between his eyebrows.

Dean just sighed, slowly unclenching his fingers from the wood of the counter.

"To what do I owe this pleasure Cas?" Dean grumbled.

"Dean I am not here for pleasure. I am here because I have a important information about the apocalypse."

Castiel's tone was utterly serious.

"It's a figure of-never mind. What is it?" Dean asked as he opened the bathroom door and stalked into the motel room. Sam looked up from his laptop in surprise to see Dean, looking about as happy as a wet cat, striding irritatedly into the room, angel in tow.

"Hey Cas," Sam greeted, nodding at the angel,

"Whats up?"

"I have news," Castiel replied, turning his intense gaze on Sam who looked slightly taken aback at its fierceness.

"There is a new player in the apocalypse."

Dean's head snapped around to stare at the angel while Sam's entire body tensed.

"Shit! That can't be good," cursed Dean. "Who is he, and what does the bastard want?"

"Not he," replied Castiel, "She"

"Alright so what does she want?" growled Dean. "Please don't tell me this is another Lilith chick. That is the last thing we need! Look how long it took us to gank the last one!"

Castiel swiveled his head to peer inscrutably at Dean.

"She is not on the side of the demons."

Dean stopped, mouth still open to continue his tirade.

"Come again?" he said.

"She is not on the side of the demons," Castiel repeated obediently.

"What do you mean?" Sam hoverd on the edge of his seat, a tight feeling growing in his chest as Dean snapped his mouth closed.

"If she's not a demon, whose side is she on?" Sam asked fiercely.

"It is, unclear," Castiel rasped, somehow managing to give his words the gravity of a portent.

"Great!" snapped Dean. "That's real helpful! Do you think you could maybe give us some details?" he asked sarcastically.

Castiel turned to look at Dean in what could have been reproach.

"She is human and appears to be extremely powerful, but her allegiance is uncertain."

Castiel's normally impassive face seemed to glow with a hidden emotion.

"Could you be any more vague?" Dean groused, shifting over to lean agitatedly against the desk.

Sam let out an explosive breath, sitting back in his chair while processing this new revelation.

"But this is good right?" Sam asked. "She's powerful, and she's not with the demons. Maybe we can persuade her to help us."

"But you can bet the demons are gonna want her too." Dean put in.

Sam's eyes widened.

"Dean, we've got to get to her first! Cas is that why you're telling us this?" Sam turned excitedly to the stationary angel who had barely moved an inch since he had walked into the room.

"That was my intention, yes," Castiel nodded in apparent approval. "If you can get to her and convince her to join us, then she would be a great asset. No one knows what to expect from her."

"Well that could be a good thing and a bad thing," quipped Dean. "If they don't know what to expect then neither do we. I mean look at the luck we've had with freaky ESP powers so far,"

He got up from his seat to pace around the room restlessly as Sam avoided meeting Castiel's gaze for a moment.

"She got a name?" Dean asked.

"Yes," replied Castiel.

Dean sighed in aggrivation.

"Cas! What's her name?" he shouted, gesticulating wildly.

Castiel turned a look of mild confusion on Dean before replying,

"Her name is Alyssa Brown,"

Castiel handed Sam a small piece of paper with an address scribbled on it.

"This is where she will be. You must hurry."

Then he vanished with the faint sound of wings flapping. Dean threw his hands up in the air in exasperation.

"The dude's like a freakin cat! Just comes and goes as he pleases!"

"You like cats," Sam said absently as he scanned the paper in his hand.

"Doesn't mean its not annoying" groused Dean.

"Hey Dean, this address is about a two day's drive from here, we should get going," Sam said, starting to gather his things and shove them into his duffel.

"Alright fine," Dean grumbled.

"But next time I see him I'm putting a freaking bell on that dude, angel or not."


The rumbling growl of the Impala was a low comforting background noise as Sam and Dean sped down the straight two lane blacktop. They were in the middle of nowheresville, on the way to the address that Castiel had given them. Dean sighed and glanced to his right, snorting as he took in the slumped posture and slightly open mouth of his dozing brother. Shaking his head Dean turned back to the seemingly endless road ahead and stepped on the gas, responding to the growing sense of urgency that had been riding both of them since they had started out.

Meanwhile, Sam was dreaming… He turned around, the silver mist stirring, trailing his movements. There was something he was looking for. He turned and started walking across the featureless white landscape, searching. His pace quickened, responding to a stirring sense of unease, and soon he was jogging, now passing vague tree-like shapes, but no tree he had ever seen was so white. He felt a tugging in his chest, a growing feeling of desperation as he sought something…but he couldn't remember what! He broke into a sprint as the bone-white trees closed in around him, panic clenching its cold hand around his throat. Suddenly he skidded to a halt. In the trees ahead he saw a figure standing with its back turned, indistinct in the mist. He walked hesitantly towards it, sensing a pressure in the air around him, like an electrical charge, prickling on his skin. He felt like his reality was teetering on the brink of…something. He felt an irresistible pull towards the figure, he reached out his hand, but before he could touch it, the figure suddenly whirled and all he got was a fleeting impression of vivid piercing eyes before a blinding pain erupted in his head, flinging him out of his dream and into awareness.

Dean nearly swerved as Sam suddenly gasped awake, bolting upright in his seat.

"Woah there, Sam, you ok?"

Dean kept one eye on the road as he glanced over at his brother with concern. Sam blinked, focusing on the world around him, panting slightly as his heart pounded. He shook his head slightly, still bringing the rest of his mind back from the edges of sleep.

"I'm ok," Sam rasped, calming his breathing as his heart slowed, relaxing back into the Impala's upholstery.

"Just a dream," he muttered, eyebrows coming together in thought.

Nightmares were common enough for him, it kind of came with the job description, but this dream was different, felt different. He tried to find a message in the strangeness but all he could come up with was that strange feeling, like having lightning crackling in the air around him, and that gut-clenching desperation. He sighed, dismissing it, leaning back in his seat and stretching out the kinks in his neck from falling asleep in such a cramped position. It hadn't made enough sense to be a warning of any sort. Though he knew it would be niggling in the back of his mind until he figured it out.

"Where are we?" He asked.

" Just passed the state border into California," Dean said, still throwing occasional concerned looks over at Sam.

"We should probably get a motel in the next little bit, we'll get to the address sometime tomorrow morning. You sure you're ok?"

"I'm fine, just a nightmare,"

Dean nodded, reluctantly turning his attention back to the road.