Hey sorry guys, I know I have not written in so long, but I hope you're still somewhat interested in reading. I'm updateing the story with chapter 2, but I also edited Chapter one so if you want to re-read this it would be great. Thank you so much for reading, I appreciate you all so much.

John 2:1-11 The Town Of Wine

It was 6:30 in the morning by the time Dean stumbled into the bunkers kitchen, messy hair and all. Sam, (as per-freaking usual) was already up, and by the look of it had been up for awhile. Laptop out and an empty bowl of cereal at his side.

"Morning princess," Sam said without glancing up, and Dean could just hear the shit eating grin in his voice.

"You know, 6 in the morning is early for a lot of normal people," he grumbled, shuffling over to the counter where the, empty, coffee machine was.

"Add that to list of non-normal things we do. Maybe right below hunting monsters for a living," Sam snarked, looking over his shoulder at Dean, who had just now realized his brother had finished the rest of their coffee supply.

"Dammit' Sam, how much fuckin' coffee do you need? I swear this whole bag was filled yesterday," he sighed, dragging a hand down his face. He could see Sam rolling his eyes and moving back to the computer.

"I went out and got more. I left the shopping bag in the map room," Sam motioned towards the direction of the map room, then continued to scroll.

"God you're fucking lazy sometimes, you know that," Dean growled, and stalked out of the kitchen grumbling incoherently. The bag of coffee, along with a six pack of beer was laying on a table near the entrance to their home.

"A few more feet and he would'a been in the kitchen," he muttered grabbing a beer and one of the coffee bags. A moment later he found his way back to the kitchen, and with a cup of spiked coffee in his hand. He felt a little more civil.

"So, anything on...Lucifer?" He paused, glancing down at his coffee mug. Sam's eyes flited up, and Dean tried his best to ignore the amount of pity he could see there. Sam looked back back down with a slight cough, and shook his head, continuing to look at his screen.

"Nothing on Amara either, as far as I can tell. Ever since, the whole...Angel "smiting" thing, she's been off the map," he adds a moment later, scratching the back of his head in worry.

"Well good, one less evil son of bitch to deal with for the moment," Dean muttered this with an air of resigned confidence he didn't have. Amara was still out there, and she was still very much a danger to the fate of the world. But he wouldn't be a Winchester if didn't hide his fears on the subject.

"Right, yeah," Sam muttered, with a slight frown.

They sat in silence for awhile, the morning the least eventful thing in a while for both of them. Sam kept sneaking sips from his brothers cup, Dean ignored it, under the pretense he just wasn't awake enough to complain. This all continued until Sam made his discovery.

"Wait Dean, check this out," Sam perked up, turning his computer around to show Dean. Dean frowned and taking the computer.

"Uh, the population of Wala Wala...who the hell names a town Wala Wala?" Dean looked up with a raised eyebrow, and Sam gave him a frown in return.

"Just read it," Dean rolled his eyes and continued to scroll through the article. They were silent again for a few moments.

"No way...no way, this is- this is great... I mean not exactly great for them, but still, the whole town's water system turned to wine?" Dean asked for confirmation.

"Looks like, happened nearly a week ago, uh 'Tracey Newgun head of the water sanitation department says people called with several reports throughout town last Tuesday night, that their baths and showers were...wine, instead of water'," Sam read, turning his computer back around.

"You thinking Angels?" Dean asked, taking a final gulp of his coffee.

"Uh no, Amara actually. She's been trying to get God's attention right?" Dean nodded.

"Well it would be an ironic twist if she was the one to turn water to wine, you know while still causing chaos. I mean, what I'm getting from the article, the hospital has been full of people with alcohol poisoning, they've had to get several donations from other towns for water, and there are drunk people causing problems all over town," Sam finished.

"Makes sense...It's like a big 'Fuck you' to God," Dean said, with a curved smile.

"Exactly, which is what Amara's been going for in the past. Though I don't know what exactly she thinks she's going to accomplish. If God hasn't shown his face by now, after all the massacres she's caused, why now? I mean, you'd think a cosmic being would be a little smarter,"

"Well the best way to figure that out is to get going. When should you be ready to go" Dean questioned, standing up. Sam shrugged.

"Give me 5 minutes,"

"Great, I've always wanted to go on a wine tour."