Post season 7 episode 2. The Leviathans began to take over as soon as they escaped from the confines of the angel's ruined body. They traveled through the water systems even as the remains of Team Freewill packed up and left the lake, trench coat in tow. But what they didn't know was that the Leviathans had not simply used Castiel as a means to transport their bodiless voices into the water. They had something else in mind…

Hey! Now that I am back at the keyboard, the ideas are not stopping! I have two stories still up and being worked on, but I couldn't resist adding this next one. Enjoy and feel free to review and let me know what you think, I will be sure to reply in the next update!

-Paperganstah

"Lost and Found"

He couldn't remember much. Left alone in a cold building and awakened to the eerie beeping of the monitors, his brain now forced itself to try to remember something. Anything at all. He remembered to breath and did so, his lungs burning with the feeling of disuse. A hand ran through tousled brown hair until the wires attached pulled taught on sensitive skin. The breathing mask was the first to go. He then sat up and gingerly peeled off the black markers from his hands, his arms, his legs. Needles provided little more difficulty as they fell to the floor one by one and left behind a few red drops of blood on the now freed limbs. Bare feet found the floor below them as he wavered and made his way out the door. Walking became easier, as did breathing. He made his way through the hall, sensitive hearing still registering the beeping behind him and silence that lay ahead. Machines sparked out of their now exposed fuses. A battle had happened here; something a confused mind refused to contemplate beyond tensing up muscles, ready to fight. The doors opened ahead and sunlight poured over his chilled body as he made his way back into the rest of the world, unharmed for now.

Dean's heart almost stopped when he saw the sodden trench coat in the water. Broken reeds tangled around buttons and other green lines crawled out of pockets as they anchored the cloth in the lake. Castiel. Dean lunged into the water and ignored the cold that attacked him as water soaked through his own clothes. He gripped at the sleeve of the coat and the ties waved from the force of Dean's muscled body as it forced the material away from the stubborn grip of the lake. Dean almost smiled for a moment. Castiel never tied them either. The coat always was worn open, just as much a part of his friend as the loose tie or frequently confused look in his blue eyes. Finally free from the water, the coat dripped in the hunter's hands. It was all that was left.

Dean looked over the lake, but no other sign of his friend could be found. He was gone. Sam and Bobby watched him as he stood there quietly. They were waiting for the outburst. For Dean to scare the birds out of the trees by yelling 'son of a bitch' as loud as human possibly. Or for him to punch whatever inanimate object was within his vicinity. He was supposed to do something. Instead Dean was uncharacteristically still. The coat was folded and placed in the trunk of the Impala as the three men drove in silence to Bobby's old house.

Days later and beer in hand, Dean sat on the couch as he ignored the vehement whispering of Bobby and Sam in the other room. Sure, they were upset about the loss of their friend, but it was Dean who had the real connection with the angel. Now that said angel was gone, he began to realize just how deep that connection was. Dean repositioned his broken leg as he watched the daytime news.

"Come on Sam. I know he is upset, but Cas wasn't really himself anymore. Have you been sleeping this whole time? The idgit unleashed things that should have stayed put."

"I really don't think he knew better. Look, Cas wouldn't try to hurt us."

Bobby took a swig from his nearly empty bottle. "Well he sure did." He glanced at Sam as the younger man shook his head at him, refusing to meet his eyes. "Even Dean couldn't forgive him…in the end. We spent all that time trying to fix the world and it looks like Cas went and decided to screw it all up again."

"You really don't get it, do you? Dean's always like that when he's mad. No matter what I have done to him, Dean would always eventually forgive me. He does that for the people he loves." Sam glanced at the other room, watching as Dean turned up the volume on the latest news cast. More unexplained deaths obviously Leviathan in nature. "I bet Dean is killing himself over not forgiving Cas when he had the chance."

Bobby sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I know Sam. It's something he's gonna have to get over soon. Those Leviathans sure ain't taking any time off to mourn the death of an angel."

Sam nodded and brought a sandwich in for Dean, eyeing his brother. "Hey man, you got to eat something."

"Haha Sam, I should have known that the first thing you did when you got here was to get in the kitchen and do a womanly thing like make a sandwich." Dean cracked his brother a cheesy grin as he wolfed down the sandwich.

"Uhhh Dean, are you alright?"

"I've been better, but we have got larger things on the menu than my current feelings." Dean stretched and set the crust of the sandwich back in Sam's hand as his brother shook his head and threw it away in the kitchen garbage.

Sam fixed Bobby with a pinched look. "He ate it."

"Damn, if Dean is pulling his 'I'm fine' shit then we'd better keep a close eye on him. It's never a healthy sign."

Sam nodded as he heard Dean's phone go off. "Dean aren't you going to get it?"

"What, do you think it's a Leviathan on the other end? Nah just let it ring."

Sam rolled his eyes and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Sam? Sam Winchester? It's Martin."

Sam looked surprised. "Hey Dean, it's Martin Creaser!"

"Creaser?" Bobby glanced up at Sam.

"He's a hunter. Helped our dad out of a lot of sticky situations. Hand over the phone, Samsquatch." Sam nodded and passed it over to Dean.

"Hey Martie, what are you up to now, you son of a bitch?" He heard a chuckle on the other end.

"Hey Dean, same bad mouth as always?"

"You know it. Another monster at the nut house?"

"Not sure. A few bodies have been recovered, organs missing. I saw them drag one body out and it was…strange. Looked like something had ripped the organs out and possibly ate them. My roommate keeps freaking out about them, like he know something."

Dean grinned. "How cute, bunk buddies or butt buddies?"

"He's new. They found him wandering the streets wearing nothing but what he was born wearing. He thinks they're after him."

"How is that different than what most of the people think in there?"

"Hunter sense. Plain and simple, I have to believe him. He has strange markings on him, looks to be from IVs or needle injections. I think he was tested on. Something's off here."

"Well, you know us Winchesters. That is our specialty."

"So you guys are coming out here, right?"

"Of course." Dean clicked the phone off. "Sammy? Looks like we have a case."

"So you let him go?" Dick Roman placed his feet up on the desk, eyeing the two scientists that stood in front of him.

"No…not intentionally."

"Taking an early vacation from your research? Am I paying you too much?"

"N-no sir…Meyers and I were in the control room when it happened. We were there."

Dick leaned back in his chair smiling lightly. "So you were there the whole time and did nothing?"

"No! We saw the intruders on the video camera. By the time we made our way into the room, the subject was gone, unplugged from everything."

"Who would have helped him out of there? As I understand everyone but you died in the building. You were hiding, weren't you?" The two men shifted uneasily, glancing at the other for confirmation. "Don't worry, you can tell me the truth. I simply want to know what happened."

The younger man nodded and cleared his throat. "Of course." He took in a deep breath. "I am having trouble explaining it to myself. We were watching the cameras from another room as more tests were commencing. The whole building began shaking, and before we knew it a noise was sounding through the room. High pitched and…strange. I grabbed a copy of the patient's chart before hurrying into the safety shelter. Meyers got in too and locked it behind us. We were in there for only minutes when all the sounds stopped."

"And then you got out and found the subject already gone?" Dick looked from one man to the other.

"No, we stayed in there for a good hour, just in case. You see, it was protocol we were following."

Dick smiled. "But of course. And what did you see when you re-entered the room?"

"A mess." The older man shook his head. "Things were melted. People I knew had their eyes burnt out of their faces and we feared some form of radiation had occurred. We often work with unstable isotopes. Anyways… the subject was gone."

"Any video evidence of what happened?"

"No, it was all melted too."

"So all I have is the word of two scientists who hid away as the subject of a very sensitive project escaped." He glanced at their identical looks of terror. "Don't worry, the word of two men is always enough. Certain people would hear of your doings and, unfortunately, believe you. Are you hungry boys? I sure am." The two men looked horrified as they watched the man's head throw back, teeth gleaming and mouth wide.

Dick Roman wiped off his mouth with a napkin as he watched other Leviathans filter out of the building. They were ready to hunt for the one who could either be their downfall or the one who would secure the monsters' right to the entire planet. Dick looked over the photo of the blue eyed former angel just as the small band of hunters packed up the Impala. He sent out his hosts while the former pawns of the apocalypse drove to a small mental facility, expecting at best a simple monster and at worst a group of hungry Leviathans. They did not know that they were about to stumble upon yet another attempt by others to destroy the earth they had dedicated their lives to saving.

Dean brushed his hand against the soft cloth of the trench coat before closing the trunk and getting in the passenger side as fast as he could on his bandaged leg. Maybe going on a regular case would help him get his game back. Maybe it would help him forget the insistent thoughts of Castiel out of his head. Whatever the case, Dean would force himself to be ready for what came next, no matter what it did to him. He figured that nothing could be worse than what already had happened.

It had never been this difficult to keep up an appearance before and Dean was struggling. He made lame jokes and referred to awkward and obscure references as usual. Sam played along and pulled out his bitch face even though he knew it was a charade. The two brothers pulled up to the clean looking building in the early hours of the afternoon. Nothing seemed unusual outside until a body was wheeled out of the front doors. Dean quickly straightened his tie and gimped over to the laden gurney as he and Sam flashed their badges.

"Agents Rudd and Young. Can you tell me what happened here?" Dean tucked away his badge when the coroner had finished looking it over.

"Yeah, of course. Not that we know much anyway." The man unzipped the body bag and exposed the body of a middle aged man that would look like he was sleeping if most of his middle section wasn't missing.

"Looks like he was attacked by an animal. Any idea how one could have gotten into the facility?"

The coroner shook his head. "None. Looks like it's up to you feds to puzzle this one out. I can give you a report on the autopsy after it is concluded if you stop by the local coroner's office later."

Sam nodded and smiled appreciatively. "Thank you." He shook his hand and nodded at Dean.

"Ready to fly into the cuckoo's nest once more Sammy?" Sam ignored him as he marched into the building, Dean trailing behind.

"There he is." Dean walked over to the older man who was sitting at a table and looking suspiciously around. "Hey Marty."

"There you boys are. Sorry to trouble you again. I just figure that you are the best people to get the job done."

"Consider us flattered."

"So are you going to fill us in on what we have missed so far?"

Martin nodded. "Let's go back to my room, I'm sure it is safer to talk in there."

"Oooh. We offer to take on a case for you and are already offered to the bed room? You move fast." Dean winked as the other man shook his head and grinned.

"You are just as much trouble as your father. You're lucky to have Sam with you to balance out all of that idiocy."

Sam smiled and nodded. "I'm sure even he knows it."

Dean rolled his eyes. "So is the tour ready to commence?"

They followed the man into his small room. "And here is my roommate, he hasn't remembered his name yet."

Dean felt his heart stop when he recognized the blue eyes that locked with his. He stood there in shock as his head spun. "Cas? Cas? Is that really you?" Tears started in his eyes when Castiel did his usual curious head tilt. "Damn it, it is you!" Dean pulled the startled Castiel off of the small bed and pulled him against his chest as he felt the body in his arms stiffen. "Cas are you okay you son of a bitch?" Dean stopped grinning when he saw Castiel simply looked baffled at him.

"Who are you?"