So this is where I introduce Dean, Sam, and Cas. Enjoy-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-.-


Chapter 2: A Call

"Sam." Dean's voice rang through the old motel room, echoing off the cracked walls as he walked through the door. "I brought food."

"Cool," Sam kept scrolling on his laptop. "What kind'ya get?"

"The kind that is unheathly and full of grease."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Anything that won't give me a blood clot?"

"Don't get your panties in a twist, I brought you your rabbit food." Dean reached in the white paper bag and pulled out Sam's salad. He sat down and slid the container across the table to his brother. "You find a new hunt?" he asked as he took out his burger.

"Yeah, maybe. Says here that a girl was found early this morning with her head stuck in a deep fryer. The restaurant was way past closing hours and nobody knows how she got in, she didn't work there, and the surveillance cameras blah blah blah blah..."

Dean zoned out because Sam didn't seem interested either anyway. He let Sam's voice be background noise while he enjoyed his burger (bacon and cheese with extra bacon). He wondered how Lisa and Ben were without memories of him. They were probably better off in the long run...

"Dean?" Sam's accusatory voice cut through his reverie. "You with me?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said around a bite of burger. He swallowed. "So a girl goes bobbin' for french fries...demon possession maybe? Or a witch. God I hate witches."

"We could go to the scene and look for a hex bag," Sam suggested.

"Okie dokie. Put on your fed suit." Dean stood up and threw away his burger wrapper. Suddenly, he heard the tell-tale rustling of wings that said Castiel had arrived in the room.

"Hello Dean, hello Sam. You called?" His voice was deep and gravelly, as always, with the sense of urgency in it that he saved for when his friends were in danger.

"Umm..no?" Sam replied.

Cas knitted his eyebrows together and tilted his head, confused.

"We didn't call you. What's going on?"

"I don't know." Cas looked bewildered.

Sam and Dean shared a look. "What do you mean you don't know?"

"I heard someone call me for help, I assumed it was Dean, but, apparently, I was mistaken."

"Well, if we didn't call you, someone else must've," Sam said. "But why'd you think it was Dean, anyway?"

"The soul." Cas sat down on Dean's bed and closed his eyes.

"Wait," Dean said. "When I pray to you, you can see my soul?"

"Yes. And this soul very closely resembles Dean's, now that i'm looking at it."

"How so?" Sam asked.

"He is male, first off...but he's in his mid-thirties...he even looks like Dean...dark blond hair...but no green eyes...he's not as tall...he is a fighter...an army doctor...returned from...war in Afghanistan...he has seen bad things...surrounded by death...but by choice...danger...so much danger in his life...he has one man that he lives with constantly...they share a...house?...they all it a "flat"...their relationship is completely platonic...he doesn't want it to be...he's worried about this other man...thinks there's something wrong with him...the other man is..." Cas's eyes flew open. "We need to go."

"Come on, Cas. We just found a case here-"

"The girl stepped on her own shoelace and fell into the deep fryer. Nothing supernatural about it. We need to help this man."

"We don't even-" but his protests were pointless. Cas booped them on their foreheads and they flew.

Dean opened eyes he didn't realize were closed. They were standing on the doorstep to some building. The gold number on the black door said "221 B". The air around him was different. It was lighter and fresher than the hotel room. It was daylight but gos knows what time it was be cause the stupid fog was freakin' everywhere. And it was wet, like it had rained recently. Or maybe it was going to rain. Or maybe it was already raining. Dean couldn't even tell. The weirdest part was the cars were going the wrong way. "Cas, where are we?"

"London, present day."

"Why?"

"Because," he said, knocking on the door of the apartment-building thing, "John Watson needs our help."


Wow that chapter was a lot longer in my head. Please review! Every time you review it stops raining for a second in London! (Just kidding i am full of lies i just want reviews) luv ya guys :)