Intentional Colors

Summary: Dean couldn't think about what had lead him up to this point in his life. Nothing made sense for him. Sharper scents and sounds are just some of the few abnormalities that had popped up. Cravings he didn't understand along with massive headaches. Dean's life changes forever when he meets Garth and he got used to it, but then he meets someone that he can't get used to. Vampire!Dean/Human!Castiel SPN!Universe

Warning: Cursing. Violence. Horror (of course). Male x male. (Don't worry. I'm not going to have anything to do with rape and/or forceful sexual situations. If you are looking for that, please turn away. This fic is going to be a very loving and feeling type story.) Slow!Build love. Future sex scenes. Slight OOC. Slight AU. Well. Same universe but different time-liney thing. So, yeah. And Cas won't be coming in till a bit later in the story (by later I really mean kinda soon actually).

A/N: Sooooo... Here is the second chappy. Longer (of course) than the prologue. ALSO. I UPDATED THE PROLOGUE. It now has more material and a better view of the situation back then. I'm happy to be getting this out. X3 I can't wait for my yummy Destiel to come into play more. Oh Cas and Dean... I just can't help myself! :3 Also, the beginning is just a recap so no actual dialogue between anyone until the present comes into play which WILL happen and is a big part of this chapter. Thank you guys!

Chapter 1: Far From Stoker

Two months seemed to have passed by like an angry Audi driver. Things were more or less settled down for Dean now, but he was still trekking around with painful steps in every stride. Painful because he cut ties with everyone: Sam, Bobby, what very few acquaintances he had, and his part-time jobs at as a mechanic and bartender. He pulled out of his small apartment and he pretty much let go of everything pretty quickly. He called banks and settled things that would otherwise tie him to Palo Alto, California. What the hardest for Dean was Sam. Dean normally visited Sam or called him on a daily basis. To just stop that is what Dean chose. He chose to hide everything. To let go of everything. He felt he didn't deserve it, and he definitely didn't deserve to see Sam anymore. For what he had become, or more better put, what he was. He didn't even think about if Sam could have this. Which might be seen as stupid to at least not check up on things but he didn't feel the need to. Dean just kind of knew that Sam wasn't like him this way. Garth didn't feel the same as he did but Dean didn't expect any less. Why would there just be one monster in a family. A born monster.

See, Dean wasn't bit. No signs from memory. Paper or physical evidence of a possible transformation wasn't found. Garth checked records and news and profiles of anything on Dean and who he was close to (he hadn't known how he got that information but he wasn't going to question the quirky man). The really only bizarre finding wasn't really a finding. Sam and Dean's parents, John and Mary Winchester, had both died in a fire when Dean was four and Sam was six months old. Dean, and much less Sam, couldn't remember anything other than the fact that his (and his baby brother's) world with their birth parents had shattered. Dean nor Sam really minded though, for they were both too young, even though they had been drastically upset. Dean had gotten over their deaths somewhat early in life, though. Thankfully, their father's good friend, Bobby Singer and his wife Karen Singer, had gone through hell and back to adopt the boys right away and have them under their wing. They couldn't have had a better family. Karen had died of breast cancer not long after the boys were successfully adopted. That didn't stop Bobby from being the best damn father Dean could have asked for. Other than all that, nothing weird, wrong, or supernatural had happened to the boys. Nothing, and that pissed Dean the hell off.

He wanted, no, needed answers. It was tearing him up inside in a way he never thought he could be. His chest ached and burned. He almost had a headache constantly now and only his beer accompanied him to a mind of ease. He wanted to visit Sam and call Bobby every day. Dean wanted them to know he was okay and that he hadn't just fallen off the face of the Earth. That there was no need to worry about Dean Winchester. He was pretty sure they were absolutely horrified and angry on why he just disappeared. Garth made sure of that too in every way possible. But Sam was safe from Dean. Dean didn't want anyone near him and he absolutely did not want Sam near him. All he now wished for was when he figured everything out, that Sam and Bobby could maybe forgive him. Hell, Dean wouldn't forgive himself for this. But he felt it was the right thing to do. Researching with Garth was the right thing to do. And did he learn from Garth. Not at first, though, oh no. After their initial meeting and Garth's little 'misunderstanding speech', the crazy man had fainted.

Dean had taken Garth to the nearest Clinic/E.R. facility after finding his nineteen sixty-seven, Chevrolet Impala, Baby. She had everything in her and nothing significant was missing that Dean could find. His cell-phone was missing but Dean thought it was lost in the dark alley somewhere. Dean checked her and around the area before going to grab the unconscious man who most likely had a concussion now. Garth was unsurprisingly light as Dean carried him to his car. The drive was a restless one and was only relieved when Garth was being horded through some double doors. Dean had left after setting him up in the Clinic and giving them what little information they needed, even lying about most, if not all of the details of their late night encounter. They had been very persistent about every single damn detail, even wanting to get Dean into the clinic with all the blood he had acquired. He had told them it wasn't his and that it was just Garth's, trying to hide the ruffled hole in his clothes from the gun wound. Remembering that wound when he left, Dean had hastily lifted his shirt to see a very purple-y and yellow blotch forming around a god-damned scab. Dean had freaked out all the way to his apartment. His hands were shaking and perspiring on the wheel of Baby.

Dean had arrived in a new sweat and had slammed every door he went through until he was in his bedroom. Questions were bouncing and pounding in his head, just like his heart in his chest. He had taken a rapid shower and threw his wasted clothes away. When he came out, he wasn't in much better shape besides his appearance. He actually felt more terrified. He optioned on calling Sam but threw that idea out the window. He could solve this on his own. He just needed to think. He took himself to his bed and had laid down to think about his most recent memory prior to the incident with Garth. And he was surprised to find he could remember. It was like it just needed thought to form it. He could see it all happen as clear as day.

Dean was suffering a major headache on his way home from work. But that wasn't because of a petty caffeine addiction or sleep deprivation. No, it was the noise. The deafening hint of verbal abuse to Dean's very core. Everything was literally screaming at him. Anything and everything was like it was being amplified ten-fold into Dean's ears. He could hear it all. He had left the bar early where he tended to because of it.

People apparently couldn't learn to calm the hell down and not scream at everyone. But the odd thing was that it wasn't just the customers. Clinks from the glasses bumping together or being set down was hurting his hearing as well. He thought his ear drums were about to shatter whenever someone stood up, scraping their chairs across the dirty floors. Dean felt about ready to puke the way sounds affected him. It was like they were stirring up his stomach the way Moby Dick got pissed being shot with a damn harpoon. His boss finally had enough of Dean's wheezing and complaining.

Driving home, Dean almost crashed when he felt this strange booming howl pierce his already delicate being. It had shaken him to an uncountable degree. He couldn't stop the curse that found its way out of his lungs. His tires squealed on the rough road pavement and he gripped the wheel, controlling it with almost calm expertise. Dean about cried out with the way the road made his tires scream threateningly. Thankfully, the green-eyed man was clear of any other road companions. No one could be hurt if there was only one idiot on the road. After his beating heart calmed itself, he could finally question the dick who could be able to create a sound like that and slap the shit out of him with a damn cactus.

Without much thinking, Dean started down a semi-busy road to a completely deserted one that seemed to call to him. Dean felt like he was on fire as sounds erupted around him as he drove slowly: cracks and flicks of the grass, crickets playing music for mates, trees grazing metal on buildings, rocks being crushed against each other. It was like everything was flicking in and out of focus as he began to speed down the dirt road where he could still picture the howl coming from. And soon, the roar of the howl was back. And not far off from his initial course. Dean was pretty sure he had been on auto-pilot because none of these actions were his. He only just barely slowed down to take a sharp right, Baby's tail-end swinging wide in the hurried momentum. Dean could feel himself glaring and clinching his teeth in a weak attempt to get a grip of this strange situation. He couldn't seem to care though as he slammed his foot down on the breaks, hearing each gear, notch, and tube follow instructions immediately. Dean almost ripped the handle off to get out of his precious car and had a moment of extreme sorrow before a growl ripple through the air.

It wasn't far from Dean, but he had to clutch the short hairs on his head before looking around and taking in the surrounding buildings of warehouses and workshops. He let out a frustrated growl of his own before hearing a loud scuffling sound rush and get amazingly far in what seemed like a blink. It was foolish to follow something that fast so Dean focused on the new pounding sound that grew stronger. He walked a ways, gripping his head with a hand and blinking rapidly, green eyes flashing in the dim lights.

Dean froze.

Turning, he found himself looking at someone. A guy with a small gun aimed expertly at the ground and a face that screamed surprise. He looked behind himself and up, then back towards Dean. Yet, Dean couldn't see him in a way. It was like the sounds were blocking out everything and the most prominent beating sound was ruling over them all. Dean seemed to lose focus of everything and then nothing. It all seemed fake, like watching it all happen in a foggy mirror.

That was the extent of Dean's memory from before attacking and getting to know Garth. And getting to know Garth was tough, but endearing to Dean these past two months. It opened up Dean's world. Creatures he had never heard of and monsters of fairy tales were terrifyingly all real. Suddenly, everything was scary. The world was a supernatural-horror wonderland. It didn't settle with Dean for a long while, but Garth was persistent. Garth had even bailed from the clinic only to track Dean down.

It was a terrible first two weeks of Garth barging into Dean's apartment any time after his supposed 'research' trips. He even set up a small part of his "Secret Base" in Dean's apartment (which Dean had a fit over but Garth just ignored him politely). He was always smiling and making stupid goofy references to comics and other unknown readings. Dean finally got the part that Garth had been keeping an eye on Dean. Watching his every move and what he did, where he went. Dean snapped at the guy harshly when he found this out and got real worked up. Banter was going on one-sidedly as Garth took it in calmly and showed no aggression. Garth then talked to Dean and questioned him, asking weird questions. Dean answered them all hotly, yet, honestly. Garth then told him how Dean wasn't like other monsters. He was special for some reason unfathomed. Dean had joked about it but it soured up quickly when Garth came off with a giddy, yet very serious air. Garth was sure Dean was a Vampire, but he also wasn't one. Garth bounced off speculations and theories as to why and how.

One: Dean wasn't affected by the sun in the least. Two: Vampires had heightened senses such as hearing and smell which Dean had told him promptly before. Three: Dean also wasn't affected by Garth's Dead Man's Blood ammunition as a normal vampire would be which had been specifically made to have such an increased amount of effect, that it knocks vampires out for about a week and make regeneration almost impossible. Those three things were enough to make friendly Garth grind his teeth at night. Garth was frustrated even more because vampires had more symptoms than that. Dean's strength was unknown, currently, so nothing can be made about his vampire strength. They formed sharp claws when in a frenzied state or were defensive. Dean didn't seem to have that feat from all that they both remembered. Dean didn't even give the right teeth marks. Even though the marks had been healed behind a patch for a while, Garth had given them many glances in the mirror (the marks gone now). The bite marks had been big and open-mouthed, showing clearly a set of six puncture marks and semi-rips. It gave a distinct visual of all four canines having been fanged and both upper lateral incisors as well. It wasn't every tooth like normal vamps. It was like it was incomplete. He told this to Dean and man went pale in the face.

And Dean wasn't happy at all. He wasn't happy because he had no idea what to do at the time. Where was his life going to have to go if he had to consume blood. Would there be a point where he would only have to drink it? Did he really even need to consume that vial substance? Had he just gone insane and just attacked out of going crazy (not likely, Garth had informed him, the teeth marks of a vamp were not mistaken [or fake])? Could he have kept his normal life? So many questions with what seemed so little time for Dean to find out and answer. He was beyond frustrated. Scared even. Dean Winchester was scared. How was Dean suppose to go about this situation? Yahoo Answers sure as hell wouldn't help him.

At least Garth had stayed with him and helped him. Was still helping Dean, two months later as well. Or, so Dean thought. Garth could just be keeping an eye out on Dean. But now, with contact lost with Sam and Bobby and Dean's apartment no longer his as well as other legal stuff, nothing was holding him to Palo Alto, California. And it saddened him that he hadn't at least let Sam and Bobby know he was okay. But, there was just know way he could find to break it to them. And so, he was now on his way to a private estate where Dean and Garth could be safe, and keep others safe from Dean.

"Dean, are you really okay with this?" Garth's geeky voice questioned as he watched Dean angrily slam the door of the hotel they had stayed in the previous week. Last night, Garth had just informed Dean of a private estate in a small town that was owned by Hunters (Dean learned about them recently and that is what Garth was apparently). No one would find them and it was more or less safe. It was just a suggestion for the both of them to consider, Garth made sure to point out. And Dean jumped the gun.

Dean huffed and replied, "yes, I really am. I have nothing to lose and I can't focus cramped up in this damned small hotel. Plus, the front desk guy is a dick." Garth was used to Dean's hot words. What he wasn't used to was how he seemed to make up his mind in a jiff. Garth just thought Dean was head-strong in everything he did.

"Okie-dokie, big boy. I'm just making sure because the way you always talk about family makes it seem like you wanna stick close ta here." Garth asserted with a soft tone and a noticeable emphasis on 'big boy'. Dean shrugged like he wasn't affected but it still showed on his always-grim face. He popped the back of Baby open and loaded what little his shoulder bags held that he had kept from his apartment. The trunk was pretty much full from everything Garth carried with him. Dean also didn't want to know what all the lanky man had, from the metal clanks that made harsh noises and one bag that looked like it had a sombrero sticking out partially. He closed Baby as gently as he could and turned to Garth who held his almost empty beer. Dean took it from him and swigged from it, shoving his free hand into his jean pocket. He held his drink close as he made an appreciative noise in the back of his throat as the liquid cleared.

Dean looked down into his beer as he spoke. "Damn it, Garth, I'm so freaking sure I'd shoot Lincoln." Dean looked back up and gave him a bland stare with squinted eyes. Damn sun was glaring at them.

Garth made a sour look at what Dean said but backed off with hands raised. The geeky man turned away, muttering something about Lincoln being a good man and it being 'too soon'. Garth got in the passenger's side of Dean's muscle car. Dean waited a bit and glared at the front office before turning his way to the driver's side and getting in. Once in he saw Garth with a map in hand already. Dean started up his girl, letting her purr and explode to life with a deep rumble. Once on, his mix tape started up so he turned it way down to almost no volume. He rested back and turned to Garth, watching the guy think and plan the way with a single skinny finger.

Dean reached his arms back to rest behind his head feeling restless and a small kindle of excitement mixed with unwelcomed nerves. He also didn't want to think about it because his body almost felt foreign to him now that he knew its ugly and frightening truth. Even now, he couldn't believe he was a freaking vampire. His body felt foreign but he knew there was nothing different, it was just him feeling self-conscious. Over self-conscious; to the point where he almost felt like a crappy teenager again. Dean felt a groan coming on just thinking about it.

"Dude, what's the plan?" Garth didn't seem to notice Dean talking to him because he just kept staring at the map. "Come on, man. I need to know so I can at least help plan or brainstorm or whatever the hell you do." Garth nodded. To Dean, it looked like it was to himself than to Dean's question until Garth spoke up.

"Well, dude, I think we need to get you a new personal phone. New IDs, if you are so dead-set on the idea of completely erasing yourself on plastic-"

"Sam and Bobby would be able to find me." Dean interrupted.

"-Then we need to get on that last. So. Phone first, buddy. We will get it on the way to the property. It will also only take us about, oh, five hours to get there." Garth's hick accent was stout but flexible. It came into focus a lot which Dean noticed but it also faded with his feminine-like voice. "Yeah, about five hours. And with your driving, Dean, it may be less. Etna isn't big but it also is close. North California." Dean didn't quite understand his term of close. Close for Dean was a corner store five blocks from his apartment. Not freaking half-way across a damned state known for how long it was.

Garth turned the map to Dean and showed him all the possible routes they could take. Dean chose his most favorable and shifted Baby into drive, knowing the way already with his great-born navigation skills.

A ways down the road Dean felt restless enough to make small talk.

"So. Hunters."

"What about them?"

Dean huffed. "I don't know. Do all you guys just cheat the system?"

Garth looked over then back out the window from what Dean could see from his peripherals. "Yeah, kinda. Only 'cause it's necessary. We don't have any form of payment for what we do. We just save people and hunt things. Not really a family business. We are all pretty much loners as well." He shifted in Dean's seat a bit. "We are like a secret organization that plays authorities."

"Play authorities? How?" Dean's frown grew as he passed someone going below the damned speed limit. People should at least go the freaking speed limit. Or nine over like Dean.

"Oh, ya know. Getting into crime scenes left behind by monsters is easiest when you are an FBI agent." Garth then mumbled, "or a Texas Ranger..." Dean decided to ignore that for now.

"And- and what. You guys just freaking walk on the scene flashing fake badges? Is that what you mean by a new form of ID for me?" Dean grumbled unbelievingly, making a exaggerated hand gesture too. Though, he was beginning to believe in everything Garth said. Even when the skinny guy seemed to have half a mind with some of the stories he told Dean.

"Yeah, pretty much. And I almost w'ound up in a cell because you left me at that clinic place. I had two different forms of ID on me and I wasn't listed in either of the real authority info bases. I had to call in some favors from other Hunters in high places. You're lucky too, because you didn't get my stuff that had all my goodies at the warehouses and those goodies weren't stolen along with my car. I would have had to do some major explaining if it had turned up at a local police station or somethin'. Those hard-headed suckers are tough to get out of." Garth whined and complained but he didn't sound like he had any hard feelings towards Dean.

"Okay. So you are saying I gotta get some badges and stuff? Dude, I don't know about you but I'm not FBI material, okay? I don't know the first thing about any services besides some medical services that I got from Dr. Sexy MD." Dean waned on, semi-jokingly. He accidentally brought up one of his favorite drama T.V. shows after he thought about what he said. Dean actually thought the idea of being a fake FBI agent was thrilling.

"Not if you don't want to. I was thinking more around some more handy IDs. Don't worry, though, I got this stuff, Dean." Garth then promptly gave him a thumbs up in front of his face. Dean glared at him from the corners of his eyes but soon turned back to the road.

"Okay. Well, what should we do in dangerous situations? Like. Uh, with the authorities. Or worse..." Dean swallowed his saliva. "If I lose my cool..." Dean couldn't continue, hoping and succeeding in Garth getting the hint. Dean hadn't had anything go wrong in two months so he felt pretty confident he was fine for a while but he had some bad headaches the past few days. Garth was silent for a bit before telling Dean what was on his mind.

"I think we should have code words. Some Hunters use them if they are working together on a case or somethin' around those lines. Called Hunter's Lingo from what I heard." Dean almost groaned because he could hear the forming excitement in Garth's voice. Dean also mentally corrected Garth with 'something along those lines'.

"Okay, Garth, what do you have in mind?"

"We are gonna need several for different kinds of situations. And code words are only used if you are in public or were people can hear you. Like, uh, if you get caught by cops or get lost or whatnot." Garth seemed to tick off on his fingers. Dean made a smooth right turn and sped along, gaining up to his original speed.

"What the hell do you think we are going to be doing?" Dean threw out there.

"Nothing, if we can help it. These are just going to be pre-cautions. Emergencies. Let's hope we won't have to use them." Garth paused for a bit before sighing and cracking his knuckles forward with only cracking one in the process. Nerd. Garth is so goofy it almost pains Dean physically. "Okay. We will need something for when you are feeling like that again. So, how about... Fuzzy peaches for that?"

Dean blinks at him. "I am not going to use fuzzy peaches as a damn code word. It needs to be cooler. Like, Batman's awakening." Dean grins to himself feeling proud. He looks over to grin at Garth and the dude has an eyebrow raised at him. Dean's giddy grin falls slowly as he turns back to the road, moving his head in little, disbelieving whips, thinking it was freaking awesome what he came up with. Pure genius right there, damn it. "Or whatever." Dean said to cover up what little embarrassment he had.

"This is going to warn me and I'm going to try and get you far away from anything and everything. Also, if we are separated, for whatever reason, I'll come get you immediately. If anything happens after that, we'll wing it."

"Sounds good to me."

"Me too. I can't really think of anything else. You, Dean?"

"Nah."

"Ah man." Garth huffed. With a lower tone, Garth added, "and I wanted more secret code words..." The man looked like he was about to pout with his lips sticking out and everything. Dean rolled his eyes heavily at the dude.

It was silent for a long while on the drive. No major events occurred to them or around them. They stopped for a piss break and to restock with goods and fuel. Dean had turned up his radio a bit sometime along the ride. He softly started jamming to Metallica and other awesome bands. Garth recognized a few and smiled thoughtfully to them it seemed. Others he casually listened to, not making any signs of unhappiness what so ever.

The sun was low in the sky, making colors dance in the sky and along the clouds. He checked the map Garth showed him and found they were about maybe 10 minutes out. He blinked happily at the road, slowing down to be a bit closer to the slowing speed limit. Cops in small towns were really bad about getting you if you were so much as five miles over the speed limit. He saw the welcome sign for Etna, Califonia and passed it into a small town. It was nowhere near as big as any small town he has been to or passed through. And Bobby lived in damn Sioux Falls, South Dakota. It was nice though. Small can be scary though.

"Alright, head on up through this here main road and take a left after the second light." Garth said without looking up from his map. Dean about gagged at Garth's accent that had taken a rapid turn. Dean, however, still followed the instructions and made the turn accordingly. "Now head this way for a ways. I'll tell ya when we turn ta hit a dirt road." Garth smiled at him.

Dean turned to him, incredulous. "Dude. What's with the- the creepy accent?" Dean's eyebrows crunching together as he tried to fathom a reason out of his ass.

"What? I can't practice a accent?" Garth said in a normal tone that made Dean less freak out.

"No, just, warn a guy next time."

"I have to get into my roooole." Garth said in a sing song, almost lisp-y, voice. Dean shook his head in a good-natured thought. Garth was full of surprises.

"Okay. Have fun with that." Dean murmured to himself more than to Garth.

Garth gave him the signal so he turned down a dirt road. Slowing way down as to not hurt Baby or get to much dirt on her. They arrived a long while after the turn. The estate seemed to live at the end of the road in the deep forest. He parked her not far off from the house. It was a damn big house too. Dean really expected a freaking trailer or maybe a big cabin. Not an actually nice looking house. Dean smiled a bit as he turned Baby off and got out, admiring the place.

He heard Garth get out and watched the lanky guys jog over to a very unused well. He took out a stone from it and grabbed a key that was laying there. He turned to Dean and smiled, holding up the key before putting the stone back in place. He walked back over with light steps and put it in his back pocket. Dean grabbed his own keys and headed to the back of Baby with Garth in tow. He popped her and grabbed all he could (which was most of Garth's as well). Garth easily grabbed what was left and turned to the house. Dean shut Baby up and followed after the giddy guy.

The steps that led up to the front door were connected to the side of the house and flattened out onto a wide front porch. Garth popped open the door easily with the key and shouted a, "welcome home!" They both looked around to access what kind of living environment they were going to be staying in. It appeared to be a wide hall that had a big, open living room to the left and Garth headed immediately to it, setting the bags on a floor next to a covered couch. Dean glanced around once more before heading his way and dropping the bags as well. Dean clapped his hands together and rubbed them before taking in what little furniture the place seemed to have. Garth practically floated to the closed off double doors opposite to the living room and opened them grandly. He walked to the far side of the newly discovered kitchen and grabbed a handle on a cabinet and pull. He then closed it and did the same to the adjacent one. He gave a little noise of recognition before grabbing a tiny notepad. He turned back to Dean and began reading off it.

"Two bedrooms and a master bedroo-"

"I call it!" Dean shouted as he walked into the kitchen.

"But, Dean, I haven't even- I... I wanted the master bedroom."

"Garth, you could sleep in a damn closet, you're so tiny." Dean crossed his arms.

"That doesn't mean-"

"Oh-ha-ho, yes it does. Doesn't matter anyways. I called it first." Garth was glaring childishly at Dean by now. Dean didn't care. He wanted the damn master bedroom. Garth continued to name off the list's contents.

"Four bathrooms, three baths, three closets, a study, a backroom porch, a study-slash-storage, a kitchen, a pantry filled with non-spoiled goods, and a shed out back. Oh, plus the well." He turned a page over the back of the pad and started up again. "Refrigerator and air conditioner work. Just gotta turn the breaker and water on for stuff... Seems like everything works according to what it says at the bottom. I'll go do that stuff. Dean, can you take off the covers to everything and you can start unpacking or whatever." Garth didn't wait for an answer as he turned to the front door and heading out it. Dean lifted his eyebrows at the place before frowning thoughtfully and getting to work.

Almost being finished with the covers, Dean hears some clicks and then a constant fan noise. Air conditioning. He didn't even notice the heat because of being a mechanic most his life made him semi-immune. He heard some more flicks as he pulled the last cover off a kitchen chair and a light flicked on in the hall way. It wasn't really necessary because the evening sun was shining everywhere in the house but it was nice to know the electricity worked. He walked in to the hall and towards the back of the house. Two more doors appeared to his front and left sides of him while his right was stairs. He opened his left first seeing a bedroom with a covered bed and a door that probably lead to a bathroom. He didn't close it but went straight to the other door and found the backroom porch, very open with several windows and two covered chairs. Dean turned and climbed the stairs, switching on a light to light up the way even more so. When Dean reached the top it made a sharp u-turn to another open hallway that turned and continued. He walked down and turned to the hallway that had three more doors. He opened the right first and discovered the master bedroom.

"Ah, dude, yes." Dean said proudly as he walked in. This was going to be freaking awesome.

Mmmmm, yes. This was a longer one that I did NOT plan. Waaaaay longer than I planned it to be. :3 ONLY because I can't wait for Castiel to arrive in my story. So. Yay! Cas will be here next chapter! Do you guys think I'm doing okay? This is my first Supernatural fic and I just feel weird getting into Dean and Garth's heads. I'm making Dean's mentality somewhere in Season 8 while he is about as old as he was in Season 4 right now. So about 30? Eh. If you are confused you can ask me. Well, until the next chapter, guys! Love you, cubs! :)