Chapter 2

hey! i'm alive!

Actually, it hasn't been that long, but my life has been insanely busy and this chapter was harder to write than the other. Anyways, the main idea comes into play in this chapter, and you find out what choice Castiel made.

This chappie will have more brotherly love and fluff, I watched Hammer of the Gods last night and now I seriously need some fluff and happiness.

Sam sat in the cheap, dirty hotel room, trying to concentrate on the crappy, low budget horror film that the tv was playing, trying to ignore the feeling that he was being watched.

He had that feeling a lot lately, Dean said he was being paranoid, but to Sam it felt like there was something out there, watching from the shadows.

The motel room door opened and Dean walked in, carrying a bag and a cup of coffee.

"What're you doing?" Dean asked, eyeing Sam's bare chest and feet.

Sam glowered, it wasn't his fault that shirts irritated his wings.

"When your done checking me out, can you shut the door, your letting in the cold air." He grumbled.

"You're not really my type," Dean said, "and I got you something."

He pulled a long black coat out of the bag.

"Stand up Sammy." He said happily.

"It's Sam" he muttered, standing.

"Whatever" Dean rolled his eyes, and slipped the coat on over Sam's folded wings.

"Ta da! One normal looking Sammy." He grinned, sitting down on one of the beds to admire his handy work.

"Thanks Dean, I feel like less of a freak now." Sam said, looking in the mirror, and feeling, for the first time in a long time, normal.

"You're still a freak, it's just not as," Dean paused, searching for the right word, "obvious." Dean finished with a smirk.

"Seriously Dean, thank you, for everything."

Sam smiled slightly at his older brother. He had been to hundreds of different towns and cities, and had never seen someone like Dean.

This, he reasoned, was because there was only one Dean, and he was currently sitting on the other neon green flower printed bed in yet another motel.

"Okay, Sammy," Dean grinned, "I'm gonna shower and then we can go get something to eat."

"I'll be here." Sam replied happily, turning his attention back to the movie, now showing a werewolf chasing a screaming blonde girl in a short dress and heels through the woods.

"How does she run in those shoes?" Sam wondered absently, completely unaware that a demon was watching from outside, waiting till the younger Winchester set foot outside the motel room.


Dean's eyes snapped open, some sixth sense warning of danger.

His hand slipped under his pillow and grabbed the hilt of his knife he kept there, ready to pull it out and attack whatever was in his motel room.

He sat up quickly, his eyes scanning the room.

Then he realized why he had woken, Sam's bed was empty, and the black trench coat he hid his wings with gone.


1981

Lawrence, Kansas.

Mary had decided that this backroad was probably the worst place for a person to be walking alone, and in the dark. Even if said person was, or had been, a hunter.

Now, Mary was by no means careless, but she didn't want to risk seeing a supernatural creature, so she ignored the small flash of light, telling herself that it was a teenager with a flashlight, or a dog with a light up collar.

But Mary Winchester was not heartless, so she didn't ignore the small, almost imperceptible, whimper of pain that she heard from the ditch.

She stepped lightly down off the road and crept forward till she saw a shape lying motionless on the ground.

As she approached, she saw that it was a young man, he was lying on his back, wearing only a pair of bloody, ripped jeans.

His chest was bruised and had a knife slash running across it, one eye was swollen shut and a small trickle of blood dripped from his nose. He was pale, so pale that, if not for the slight rise an fall of his chest, Mary would have thought he was dead.

Something behind him moved, and Mary sucked in a shocked breath. Stretched out behind him was a pair of large, black, glossy wings.

One was feebly trying to flap, the other was bent at a weird angle, half folded and bloody.

She moved closer, her trained eyes examining his injuries. As she moved, the hazel eyes flicked in her direction, and his eye that wasn't swollen shut searched frantically for something to defend himself with, he whimpered again, this time in fear.

"Shhh. It's okay, I won't hurt you, your safe." Mary hurried to reassure him, gently cupping his cheek with one hand and stroking his shaggy brown hair with the other.

"My name's Mary. What's yours?" She asked gently.

His mouth opened and closed, making a rasping sound. His brow furrowed and he tried again, "S'm" he whispered roughly.

Mary frowned, trying to discern what he said.

"Sam?" She guessed.

Sam nodded, smiling slightly.

"Okay Sam, lets get you to my house so I can fix your..." Mary hesitated, "wing." she finished awkwardly


Present time.

Dean walked down the street for what seemed like the thousandth time, he'd driven and walked all over town, looking for Sam. The only person who'd seen him had said he'd been on this street, walking towards the small coffee shop two blocks over.

Dean was contemplating calling Sam's cell again when a shapeless black lump caught his eye. He hurried over to it, praying it wasn't what he thought it was, his heart sank as he picked it up. It was Sam's coat, abandoned by an alley.


Dean leaned against the motel wall, Sam's jacket sat on one of the beds, taunting him.

He shut his eyes, and when he opened them, two men were standing in the room.

Dean jumped, reaching for his gun.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" Dean demanded.

"We are Castiel and Gabriel, angels of The Lord." The one in the trench coat, Castiel, stated.

"And we teleported in." Gabriel answered his second question with a smirk.

"What are you doing here?" Dean asked, watching them with weary eyes.

The two "angels" looked at one another, then answered in unison.

"We can help you find your brother."

cliffie! :)

Kay, the year Sam is in is 1981, that makes Dean three and Sam still not born yet.

Next chapter will have little Dean and cuteness.