Dean and Sam lay crumpled together on the floor, beaten, bloodied and mentally scarred from their battle with the vengeful spirit of a serial killer. One who'd been studying under Alastair during his time in Hell, all Sam could do was sob and try to breath. Dean however was beyond the point of making noise, he had been screaming for hours. Neither could move, as badly injured as they were. Dean had screamed and yelled and begged for help, but none came. The wraith had thrown him into wall after wall after wall, so many bones broken, some even showing through his skin, no feeling below his hips. Sam was even worse off, He'd been the first captured, he'd been held and tortured for days, nearly drowned, poisoned, raped, cut, all he ever feared in his worst nightmares and things he never even knew there was to fear. When Dean had found him he was strapped to a table, acid dripping slowly onto his stomach, eating it's way through his flesh, he was not far from death. Dean freed him of his bonds just as John Wayne Gacy, the ghost, returned to finish the job. Dean hadn't been watching his back, thinking he'd already re-killed the ghost, having salted and burned his remains, only to find out he was still attached to the clown costume he'd been known to wear as a public figure. When Gacy attacked Dean was caught off guard and flung mercilessly by the enraged spirit. Sam crawled up the stairs from the basement, through the house and to the attic to get to the costume and save his brothers life. When the ghost was dead, Sam had, by some miracle made it back to Deans side before collapsing from pain and sheer exhaustion.
It had been hours, Dean had screamed himself silent, and now could only mouth the name of his angel, his supposed guardian and protector. Suddenly, Dean heard the flapping of wings, two sets if he heard correctly. As the wings settled, a horrified gasp could be heard along with the hurried steps of their rescue party, the last thing Dean saw before he passed out was the dirty, bloodied face of Castiel, tears pouring down his cheeks, he felt phantom touches and heard his name called as if from the bottom of a well. Then there was nothing.