Dean always loved hunting. It was his favorite thing to do. The thrill and adrenaline rush were more than enough to make his day. Dean and Sam were on their yearly hunting trip. Dean had just spotted a beautiful buck and was sneaking up behind a tree to get a clear shot when he tripped and the deer took off.
"Son of a bitch!"
He couldn't believe his luck. The first deer he'd seen in hours and he had to go and scare it away. He stood up and dusted himself off. Wondering whatever it was that he tripped over, he turned around. That's when he saw the body. It was partially covered by leaves. There was a large rock nearby that was covered in blood.
"SHIT!" Dean nearly screamed and fell back down. "SAM!" Knowing that his brother was near by he did the only thing he could do, yell for help.
"Dean?!" Sam was running. "Dean, where are you?"
"Over here!" Dean had to struggle from puking as Sam rushed towards him. He was a detective and saw dead bodies all the time, but every once in a while one will get to him.
"Dean, are you—" Sam started to say but he cut off quickly once he saw the corpse lying in front of his brother. "Holy shit!"
"You're telling me, I tripped over the poor bastard. Help me up will ya?" Going into cop-mode, he held out his hand. Sam took it, hauling him to his feet then quickly turning away to throw up behind a nearby tree.
"Stop being a pussy and help me out here."
"It's a corpse, Dean! I don't know how you do this." Sam stood next to him while Dean surveyed the body.
"It's definitely not easy, I can tell you that much." Grumbled Dean as he pulled out a spare glove from his jacket pocket, the one he keeps there for emergencies. He slapped on the glove and went to check for an ID. The moment his hand touched the body there was a bright flash.
The light faded and suddenly Dean was in a dark room. It was dingy and damp.
"What the hell? Sam?!" Dean turned around to look for Sam and went rigid when he saw a figure in the corner that was most definitely not his brother. It was sitting in the fetal position, facing away from him. There were two bloody wings protruding from its back. Although they were covered in filth and blood, they were the most beautiful things Dean had ever seen in his life.
"Just get it over with." Said a small, broken voice.
"Excuse me?" Dean was confused, get what over with?
"Just do it." The figure tensed, the voice sounding male. Whatever this person was, it was a guy, Dean realized.
"Do what?" He was getting aggravated. What did this guy want him to do?
"Just do it! Just take them away!" The man (or whatever he was) turned around with a look of hate mixed with fear on his face. Dean couldn't place it but he knew this guy from somewhere. The fear/hate faded and was replaced by a look of awe and confusion. "Who are you?"
"I'm Dean. I'm not gonna hurt you… I promise." Dean put up his hands in an attempt to show he's harmless. Suddenly, it hit him, the man's an angel. But angels weren't real… they were just a bedtime story his mom told him to make him feel better. Right?
"I… You're not one of them." The man (angel?) shakily got to his feet. "What are you?"
"What am I? I'm..." Dean looked at the winged man and sighed. "I'm human."
The man gave Dean a thoughtful look, then moved to walk towards him. He started to fall, so he reached out for Dean to steady himself. That's when Dean realized… this guy was the corpse… As the man fell onto him, there was another bright flash of light and the world was suddenly swept out from under them.
Dean was lying down on the forest floor when he opened his eyes. He felt a slight burn on his shoulder where the man fell on him earlier.
"Dean?" Sam was shaking him. "Dean, are you okay?!"
He shoved Sam off of him, just as he heard a loud gasp of air. They both turned to look at the man that was now sitting straight up and clearly in shock. Dean placed his hand on the man's shoulder and he jumped. Dean took his hand back quickly.
"I'm not going to hurt you." The man stared at him. Dean looked behind him and his face fell a little when he expected to see wings but didn't.
"I know…" The man was calming down somewhat and Dean realized he never got his name. And as if he could read his mind he looked Dean in the eye and said,
"My name is Castiel."
