DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY SUPERNATURAL CHARACTERS. I DO OWN THE STORYLINE AND ANY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS APPEARING IN ANY CHAPTERS.

Chapter two of The Fractured. Thank you A Delusional Reality for reviewing and favoriting ; ) , and thank you magnificent7 for favoriting; much appreciated! I forgot to mention in my last chapter that Turlock, CA is a real place and I also DO NOT OWN Turlock lol.

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CHAPTER 2: HOT BLOODED

Castiel stood up from being thrown, expressionless as if he was just lightly tapped instead of hurdled into a wooden beam. "Is everyone ok?" Sam looked around searching for any fatal injuries.

"Yeah, fine, I'm just fine." Dean grunted as he placed his hands on his knees. His back was killing him and his ribs were bruised, not to mention that girl pummeled the right side of his face. Sam only suffered a black eye and scraped knuckles.

"So… hunters?" The girl wiped blood from her nose as she faced them. "What are you like, partners?" Dean rolled his eyes.

"N-no, we're brothers. Just brothers. I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean." Castiel laid a hand on Dean's hunched over back. He stood up and was able to take a deep breath, his ribs now healed. The man stood at an angle hiding his bitten arm.

"So… are you two…?" He pointed at Dean and Cas.

"I am with Dean and Sam." Castiel looked confused at the pointless question. He touched Sam's shoulder and healed him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa" Dean shook his hands, "what he means is he is on our side. Cas is an angel who pops in and out whenever he pleases only helping if he feels like it." Dean glared at Cas.

"That is not completely true. I am very busy you understand." The girl smirked at him; he obviously is very literal.

"Well, I'm Claire and that's my big brother Mark. You wouldn't be Sam and Dean Winchester, would you?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess we shouldn't be surprised you've heard of us." Sam almost mumbled as he looked at Dean. "What exactly did you hear?"

"Well, we've heard plenty to know you mess up a lot and anyone who helps you ends up dead at some point." Mark was angry and blamed them for this disease forming in his blood.

"Hey, if it wasn't for you two lurking around we would have killed those damn skinwalkers with no problems, not to mention whatever the hell that thing was." Dean stepped forward and Mark took the challenge.

"We had them right where we wanted them! Then you two idiots show up making noise as if it was your first hunt! It's your fault we got jumped and it's your fault that bastard got away!" Mark and Dean were face to face about to go at it like a couple of alpha males fighting over the same territory.

"No it's your fault! You two got in our way!" Dean grabbed Mark by the collar and tried to punch Mark. Sam was about to grab Dean and Claire was about to stop Mark. Castiel appeared between them and grabbed their fist, pulling down.

"It is pointless to fight each other." They gave at the pain in their wrist.

"Ok, ok, ok!" Dean shook his hand out when Cas released them.

"Me and my sister are going after that thing so you Winchesters stay out of our way!" Mark turned and angrily walked out the busted barn doors.

"If he sees you again he'll probably try and kill you; just a heads up." Claire turned to follow after her brother.

"Wait." Cas disappeared, wings flapped, and he appeared in front of her. "What is your family name?" Cas felt something off about her soul, something… not right.

"Remington. Why do you ask?" That name sounded familiar to him but there were so many human names on this planet that he pushed it aside.

"Who gave you the information on these creatures?" Dean never thought about it before. Usually Bobby tips them off or they find a job themselves but, they do their research and look for hunters in the area. This time there was no one within 100 miles of Turlock willing to check it out.

"We found it." She was not willing to give details to strangers. Castiel stared at her with his silent expression.

"We have to stop this creature. If you and your brother insist on resuming your hunt, then you will both have to work with us." Castiel blocked her exit until she gave an answer. She sighed when he refused to move aside.

Mark tapped his foot with his right hand in his pocket, anxiously waiting for Claire. The fog was thick as ever. When they first rolled into town the fog had just began to blanket the town. He lazily glanced over the area. Unexpectedly his eyes fell on blood red, glowing eyes of a huge black furred dog. Its head was lowered, eyes fixated on him. Mark couldn't look away, its eyes pierced into his soul as if it was marking him. The longer he stared the more intense a strange burning sensation filled his chest. 'Skinwalker? What the hell? It must be the one immune to silver!' His left forearm began to burn. He looked down and looked back up but it was gone; disappeared into the fog. The burning instantly stopped, gone with the animal.

"Mark!" Clair came out through the open doors looking for him. "Looks like we're stuck with the jinxed brothers and their angel." She crossed her arms. He snapped back to reality.

"What? No way am I working with those two unlucky dicks." He turned away from her. Cas appeared before his eyes.

"If you do not agree to work on our side then I will be forced to leave you stranded somewhere on the other side of this country." Castiel was invading his personal space without care. Before Mark answered, Cas caught a sense of hell within his soul. It was so fast Cas attributed it to a tortured memory he was revisiting. Mark felt awkward at the closeness and stepped back.

"Fine. Whatever." He disappeared into some foggy bushes. Headlights shown through the fog and the sound of a roaring engine ignited.

"I guess we'll follow you guys." Claire disappeared behind the headlights. Dean and Sam headed for the impala; Cas had already appeared in the back seat. The impala roared to life and found the hidden road in the foggy night. A black 1980 charcoal Z28 Camaro with small light grey strips along the bottom ending in "Z28", blindly followed the impala down the road.

As they were about to pull into the motel driveway, Dean hit the gas and kept going. "Dean what are you doing?"

"Cops" Sam looked back and saw faint red and blue lights next to their room. He turned back around and sighed. Cas stayed quiet, not troubled with their human laws.

"Damn. You think they're there for us?"

"Do you want to find out?" Sam rolled his eyes and Dean got a stiff frustrated look on his face.

….

"Mark… What are we doing here? There are plenty of other monsters out there." Claire crossed her arms and looked out the window after Mark ignored her and stared and the impala's bumper. 'That angel could help us. Maybe he could…maybe…' He was deep in thought but the bright red and blue flashing lights caught his attention. The impala sped up and he matched its speed.

"I guess they don't cover their tracks very well." Mark hid his wince of pain in his left arm. He slowly tried moving his fingers. A burning, tingling pain coursed through his feverish blood. Claire glanced over at her brother; something was off about him. Mark was up to something, he had that look on his face when his brain was going 100 miles an hour thinking up ways to get them in trouble. She punched him hard in the shoulder causing him to slightly swerve his beloved camaro. "Ow! Damn! What'd you do that for!"

"I hate it when you ignore me and act like I'm still your baby sister." She looked back out the window and crossed her legs.

"Aww poor baby sis is mad at me." He antagonized her.

"Don't push me; I'll make you wreck your precious car." His smirk immediately vanished because he knew she wouldn't hesitate to cause a wreck.

…..

"Ok so what now? And are we really going to work with those two? I mean come on you know the more hunters the more dangerous the hunt." Sam looked over at Dean, still frustrated behind the wheel. Cas leaned forward interrupting their conversation.

"It would be beneficial if we knew where they were during this mission instead of colliding with them again like earlier." Dean sighed and pulled the impala onto the side of the road. Mark and Claire followed behind. Sam and Dean got out and walked towards the camaro. Mark and Claire stepped out into the foggy aired night.

"What's going on?" Claire wrapped her jacket closer to her body for more warmth.

"Obviously this town isn't big on fraud." Dean leaned back against the impala's trunk. He looked into the back seating noticing Cas was missing. He took a big sigh and dropped his head. Sam was oblivious to Dean and his bad day.

"Where are you guys staying?"

"Old abandoned house out in the country. I guess you'll be needin' a place to stay." Mark tried to search for cars but if there were any, the fog covered them. "Follow us." They got back in their cars and headed for the house. Sam furrowed his brow as he looked in the back seat.

"Where's Cas?"

"Who cares." Dean was tired of this sucky day. Sam went back to staring out his window. They pulled into the dirt driveway of the old house.

They walked through the old beat up door and into the abandoned house. It was dusty and stale. The previous owners left most of the furniture which was now slowly rotting away. Besides the furniture, the house was empty. An atmosphere of dissipated liveliness hung in the house. Dean's phone began to ring a rock tune.

"Hello?... Cas? Wh- I'm at some abandoned house on the corner of Faith Home and Commons. Ok-" Cas appeared as Dean turned around.

"I'm here." His voice echoed on Dean's phone. Dean rolled his eyes and hung up.

"Where did you go? You know what never mind." He threw up his hands in defense. Cas what he was doing but kept his mouth shut like Dean asked. Mark went for a bottle of liquor and took a seat at the wooden table. Dean joined him and Sam took out his laptop, hacking into a nearby internet connection.

"What is immune to silver and take shots like they were nothing?" Claire sat opposite of Mark and Dean after getting a bear out of the ice chest. Sam started searching.

"Well… demons, vamps, ghouls, ghosts…" Sam named off anything he could think of that was immune to silver and physical damage.

"Angels." Cas added to Sam's list and they all looked at him with threatening looks. "But I would know if that creature was an angel." He sat down and took a shot of liquor, trying to ease the social awkwardness hovering around his obvious statement.

"Not to mention why was it with those skinwalkers? I didn't think monsters hung out with each other." Claire thought out loud and took another shot along with Mark, Dean, and Cas. Sam leaned back in his seat. He couldn't single out any type of creature with the knowledge they had. The alcohol snuck up on the band of misfits and soon they all were talking louder and started playing poker. Claire had to help Cas understand the game. "One thing about you, angel, y-you got a perfect poker face." They all laughed but Cas had no idea why. Sam gave up and shut his laptop. He decided to give Bobby a call and pass on the research to him.

"Come on Sammy! Join us you light weight!" Dean was in a way better mood. "So how'd you get the job?" He put his bet in the middle of the table. Mark's smile almost disappeared and his eyes relived sadness.

"Call." Mark matched his bet. "Well… you know…" He shrugged his shoulders. Dean nodded his head.

"Yeah, us too." Sam hung up his phone and joined the circle and waiting to be dealt in at the next hand. Claire looked around at the boys before deciding her next move. Cas had the same face that he always had, Dean was busy drinking another beer, and Mark was distracted.

"I call." Cas looked at his cards and then at Claire. He looked back at his cards again.

"I have a good collection of cards so I will continue the bet."

"Ah Cas! You're not suppose to tell us what you have! I fold." Dean threw his cards down and Mark did the same. Mark stood up to get another beer and almost fell down. A sudden wave of heat and pain surged through his body.

"I believe I've had a bit too much to drink tonight. I'm gonna get some sleep." Mark hid the pain in every step as best as he could until he closed the bedroom door behind him. His body temperature sky rocketed and became unbearable. He slowly unwrapped his left arm. The wound was red and little black veins sprouted from the ripped flesh. A scream built up in his chest but he held it in. He pulled off his button down t-shirt. The sweat already soaked his white undershirt. His body was on fire as he pulled his shirt over his head. Heaving breaths pulled at his burning lungs, sweat dripped down his face, and his body fell to the ground. It felt as if his muscles were being ripped from his body, tendons knotting and ligaments stretching. The sound of popping bones reached his ears. Every joint in his body dislocated and contorted. His ribs moved crushing his heart and lungs, preventing any sound from his throat. The pain was so great his vision blurred, then faded into nothing.