Hi, Wow. Its been a while since I have uploaded a story. This is my first (published) Supernatural fanfiction that I've been meaning to publish for a while, So I finally got around to it. -NN


His phone rang with a loud buzz. Dean tore the blankets off of him in a startle and ran his hands along his sheets until he found the ringing cell phone. With a click, Dean answered with his raspy morning voice with irritation.

"What." Dean said with his eyes closed and his hair in a wild mess.

"Dean." Cas replied sternly. Dean groaned and laid back on his pillows.

"Hey Cas, whats up?" Dean wasn't really a morning person in times like these. He prefers to wake up on his own terms.

"I need your help." Cas' voice sounded distant, as if he was holding the phone away from his face. Dean instantly had the thought that he was in a trap, having to talk from afar. Though it was unusual for Cas to call if he was stuck in a trap, so maybe he was being held hostage. All these thoughts ran through Deans head at once.

"Are you alright? Whats going on?" Dean swung his legs off the side of his bed and pulled himself to sit up. The line fell silent as Cas tried to find a way to put his situation in words. This was good, Dean thought. If he was in any real danger he wouldn't have hesitated to tell the situation.

"You still there?" Dean mumbled.

"Yeah, its just that. I can't really explain. I'll just come by." Cas said unsurely.

"Are you going to pop in?" Dean asked just as Cas hung up the phone. Great. Dean was waken up for apparently no reason. Dean is sure Cas knows that he doesn't have to ask to come by the bunker. Unable to fall back asleep, Dean makes his way to the kitchen to brew some coffee. Sam is already awake, sitting at the table with his laptop and a few lore books around him. Dean isn't really sure how long his little brother sleeps during the night, but it seems he is always up before he is. Without sharing words with each other, they nod in acknowledgement. Dean enjoys cooking, so he decides to make breakfast. Egg whites with toast is a great simple breakfast. Dean pours two cups of coffee, one for himself and one for Sammy. He serves breakfast and sits across from Sam and eats in silence with only the sound of Sam typing away on the keyboard. Dean scrolls through his recent text with Cas, which mostly consist of Cas discovering new emoticons and sharing them with Dean as if he has never seen an emoticon in his life. Its pretty cute, Dean thinks. Cas actually hardly types two sentences without using at least three emoticons.

"Cas called by the way." Dean managed to get out after downing the last few sips of coffee. Sam glanced quickly in Deans direction but continues to scan the laptop screen. Sams hair was messy and his plaid flannel was unbuttoned at the top. Recently Sam has been doing research all the time. He thinks he is smooth about hiding what he is researching but Dean knows its pretty obvious that its about the mark.

"Oh? What for?" Sam continues to type. Dean shrugs. Sam picks up his fork and eats quickly so he can begin typing again.

"He's having some sort of issue."

"What kind of issue?"

"Not sure. He said he couldn't explain it." Dean gathered the dirty dishes and piled them into the sink.

"Strange." Sam replied, closing his laptop and sliding it to the side. "He's coming by?"

"He said he was." Dean finished. Deans cell rang shortly after he finished his sentence. "Can you get that for me?" Dean asked. Sam nodded and answered the call.

"Cas, its Sam. Whats up." Sam waited for a reply. Dean listening to the one sided dialogue. "Oh? Why not just come right in?" A pause.

"I'll be out there in a second." Sam hung up the phone and looked at Dean.

"He's waiting outside." Sam stood from the table and left to the front door of the bunker. as Dean follows behind him.

Sunlight poured in as the front door was opened, making both of the boys shield their eyes. Cas was not in sight. Sam and Dean looked at each other with confusion.

"Down here." Cas said. The boys looked down together to see a tiny angel standing in front of them. He was nearly seven inches tall and he was holding his blue and white tie around his body as clothing. Other than that, he was completely naked.

"As you can see," Cas started. "I need some assistance."


Thank you for reading :) This story will be updated every Thursday if it gets some support. I enjoy (positive) feedback to please don't be scared to leave a review. -NN