A/N: Sorry if Dean seems a bit OOC, but it's needed for the story. He can't just run off into the jungle looking for Sam!

I woke up, groaning. Where was I? What was that sound?

I sat up slowly and realized that the sound was a mix of screaming, airplane engines, ocean, and jungle. My memories suddenly flooded back. The airplane. The crash. Cas. SAM. I jumped up quickly. Sam was in the bathroom. The bathroom was in the tail of the plane. Where was the tail? Where was Sam?

"Sam! SAM! SAMMY!"

A lot of others were yelling for people, too. I noticed one man who wasn't, but simply trying to treat injured people. I closed his eyes and breathed slowly. Cas had gone to help Sam right before the crash. Cas was with Sam. Sam would be fine. I opened his eyes and walked over to the man, who was kneeling next to a man with an injured leg.

"Here, let me help you," I said.

The man nodded and said, "Put pressure on the wound. Then, -"

"I know," I interjected. "I've dealt with more of these types of wounds than you could count. Stop the bleeding, clean and close the wound." I saw that as the man had been pressing down on the cut, the bleeding had almost stopped. "I'll get some saltwater to clean it."

The man smiled faintly. "At least there's another doctor here that can help until rescue comes."

"Oh, me? I'm not a doctor. I'm -" I considered what to tell him. "I'm a hunter. Some of the things we hunt are very dangerous, and I've had to treat a lot of people with injuries." I grabbed a large, almost-empty bottle of aspirin and dumped the contents into an almost-full one. "Here. Some aspirin for the injured and a container for water." I darted off before he could ask me what kind of things I hunted. For some reason, something told me that I shouldn't lie to him.

When I came back, he told me to take care of the man myself while he helped other people. I poured the water carefully over the wound, and tied a strip of someone's shirt around the cut.

As I was looking around for other hurt people, I suddenly saw a figure kneeling next to a body. A very familiar figure. A figure wearing a trench coat. What was Cas doing here? Why would he be here and not with Sam? I ran over. I saw that the woman was injured but alive. Wait, why would she still be injured?

"Cas? Why can't you heal her?"

He looked up at me bleakly. "My powers are weakened. I can still heal small wounds, but nothing like this."

My heart dropped. "Didn't you go to Sam? What are you still doing here?"

He shook his head. "We entered the sphere of this island's influence before I could even try." He paused. "I believe this place has an effect much like falling. There is so much evil here..." He trailed off. I was confused. This was an island? An EVIL island? I groaned.

"We're stuck here, aren't we?"

Why did everything always happen to US?!