Dean's heart pounded as the door creaked open a boy the same age as Dean stumbled out. He was wearing a light brown trench coat. The boys blue eyes gazed around the room and stopped on Dean. They stared at each other and then the boy ran towards Dean and tackled him to the ground.

"Who are you? Where am I?" The boy yelled.

"Hold on I should be the one asking you questions." Dean said.

"Answer me" The boy yelled again.

"Ok, I am Dean Winchester an your in my house in Lawrence Kansas." Dean replied struggling to get free from the boys grip.

The boy let Dean go and started pacing back and fourth muttering to him self. Dean sat up and said "Ok my turn for questions. Who are you? Where does that door lead too. Why are you in my house."

The little boy stopped and stared at Dean, his eyes burning through him. After a few second he continued muttering to himself. Dean Got up and brushed the dust off his shirt.

The boy turned towards Dean and said "I don't know where the door leads or why I am in your house but, I can tell you one thing that my name is Castiel."

"Castiel that's a strange name." Dean muttered. Castiel and Dean froze as they heard footsteps pounding down the stairs.

"Hide." Dean whispered, pushing Castiel behind a pile of boxes under the stairs.