Both boys jumped up from their respected spots, Dean going for his treasured gun and Sam diving for the holy water on the bedside table. "Who are you?" Dean asked this mysterious newcomer in an intimidating voice.
"Dean it's me, I don't understand…I…" Castiel looked at Dean and Sam taking in their appearance, noticing that they were much younger. "What year is it?"
Sam gave Dean a curious look but answered Castiel's question. "2007."
Cas' brows creased together then shot up in understanding. "Balthazar and Dean must have-"
"What did I do?!" He walked closer to Castiel, pointing the gun directly at his face, "You have three seconds to start talking."
Cas raised his hands in surrender knowing how aggressive Dean can be if he doesn't get corporation when he demands it. "Look Dean I'm not-"
"I don't care what you aren't; I want to know what you are! Now." Dean's words were as cold as ice. Here is this strangely dress man in his motel room being familiar with him. He knows his name; he greeted him upon his arrival. Dean wanted answers and he didn't want to beat around the bush for them.
"I am an angel of the lord." Cas simply stated, in the same manor he told Dean when they first met.
"Bullshit now give me a real answer, you have two seconds before I put a bullet in you skull." Dean pressed the gun to Castiel's temple.
"Dean, stop. If he was here to hurt us he would have by now." Sam reached out for his brother's arm, lowering it so the gun was now aimed at the floorboards. He looked to Castiel, "Just explain why you're here and how you know us."
"And this is exactly why I say you should be more like your brother Dean, look how calm he's being." Castiel began to relax knowing with Sam around nothing would get too out of hand. He lowered his hands and took a seat at the edge of the bed, the Winchesters towering over him, waiting for their explanation. "I am in fact an angel Dean. My name is Castiel. I come from your future. In a couple of years we will officially meet and join together on a…hunt if you will. You and Sam have been like family to me."
"So you're saying that there are angels, you and I hunt together, and we're best buds? Sorry pal but that just doesn't sound right to me." Dean grabbed the holy water out of Sam's hand and with the flick of his wrist dowsed Castiel in the harmless liquid. Cas' face scrunches up as the water drips down his face, he wipes himself off with the sleeve of his trench coat.
"That's really not necessary Dean. I am not lying to you. I even have proof." Castiel reached into one of his many pockets of his vessels coat and pulled a photograph. "This is you, Sam, and me taken at your current home." The picture was of the three standing outside the men of letters fortress next to Dean's beloved Impala.
"This can't be right, us having a home?" Sam took the photo in disbelief, showing it to Dean.
"Well you stumble upon something and make it your uhh… Batcave, that's what Dean calls it."
Sam gave a small laugh, "That does sound like something you'd say. Maybe this guy is the real deal." He gave the picture back to Castiel and sat down next to him. "So if you really are an angel what were you talking about earlier, you know about Dean and that other guy?" His eyebrows pulled together in confusion. Dean crossed his arms, waiting for an answer, truly wanting to know what he had to do with this.
Cas folded and wrung his hands together in a nervous fit not knowing how the current Dean would feel about him saying it was technically his fault that he's here right now. "Well Balthazar is…let's say he's a friend of sorts, he's also an angel. He likes to play tricks on me sometimes and him and Dean have been talking a lot, so I can only imagine that this was their idea to do this to me." The angel scratched the back of his head avoiding the Winchesters eyes.
"So what exactly did Dean and Balthazar do to you?" Sam inquired.
"Hey I didn't do a damn thing!" Dean pouted; it wasn't fair that he was getting blamed for something his future self did. The hunter huffed and threw himself into an armchair across the room, looking dejectedly at the floor.
"Dean don't be a baby, if Castiel says you did this, whatever it is, then you probably did." Sam gave dean a bitch face when his brother looked up. "Go on Castiel."
"Well you see I had kind of played a practical joke on Dean and I believe he's simply getting back at me. He must have asked Balthazar to send me back in time; I also think he took away my powers because I didn't immediately know where I was…or rather when I was."
"See Dean, it was you." Sam smirked at his brother, whom was currently pissed.
Dean didn't want to believe this strange person. But it seemed he had no other choice, he couldn't think of another reason as to why Castiel would be here at that moment. Plus Sam seemed to be already taken with the blue eyed angel. "Alright so how bout you pop back to the future and Sammy and I can forget about this for a couple years."
Cas smiled slightly, thinking that Dean hasn't changed a bit in the future. "Well Dean I would pop back if I could but again I don't have my powers." The Angel stood, moving across the room and removing his many layers until down to his button down and slacks. He rolled up the sleeves and leaned against the wall. "I'm going to have to stay."
"Whoa there pal, we have our jobs and limited money we can't be hauling you with us everywhere. You don't even know how you're going to get back." Dean heaved himself up and got into Castiel's face as he said this.
"I assure you I'll be gone within a week or so." He passively said.
"How sure are you?" The tawny haired man smirked thinking he would get the man with that one, and of course he didn't, Castiel answered right back even showing a small smirk himself. Something he picked up from Dean.
"Actually I'm 100 percent positive I will gain my powers in a week. I've had this done to me before. Balthazar has limited tricks." Castiel pushed off the wall bumping chests with dean before going over to Sam. "So Sam if you don't mind could I stay with you and Dean?"
"Why are you asking him? I'm the big brother here. Besides Samantha here obviously has no problem with you."
"Of course Dean, my apologizes, May I stay with you?" Castiel repeated slyly.
Dean pouted and looked away from the blue eyes that almost priced his soul. "Well we don't have any other choice do we?"
Sam smiled knowing that Dean would accept Castiel soon, if he was even letting him stay with them.