Hey guys! Sorry about how long it took me to get this to you, life's been life lately. I will try hard to get the next part sooner than this 3

~ Detention Ace

The sun rose to a convention of guns inside the Winchester's motel room. A series of easily transported guns and various bullets of all different kinds. Dean sat, leaning back against the backboard, as the first few rays of light came through the window. His hands were folded behind his head and his eyes were wide as a boy - merely 17 - held a gun pointed at him.

Sam Winchester awoke to the sound of such a gun cocking. Jumping to his feet, sleep still in his eyes, he saw the gun aimed at his brother's head and pounced. In his sleep-ridden state the best he could do was launch himself in the air and slam down on top of the gun weilder. As his elbow his the boy and air could be heard being forced out of the younger's lips, Sam noticed something he found very strange. His brother, laying back on the bed, laughing.

Rolling off the boy, Sam looked up questionally at his brother. "What's so funny?" "You." Was that Dean replied with. Sam got up and stopped over to the bed and stuck himself in his brother's face.
"What about me?" He yelled, "I just saved you life and all you can do is laugh at me! Why do I put up with you?"

Dean sat up, a smiled on his face. He pushed his imposing brother back so the younger Winchester fell onto the bed behind him and walked over to the kid on the floor. Helping him stand, Dean positioned the boy on the bed in such a way that he would get air back into his lungs. Poor kid was winded.

Sam looked at his brother, shocked, how could Dean do something like this. The kid had held a gun to his head, and now he was helping him off the floor. He was appalled.

"Look Sam, its not what you think." Dean started, fighting to keep his voice calm.
"Not what I think! How could it not be what I think! He held a gun to your head Dean! How can you explain that to me." Sam exclaimed.
"Its...not simple. But.." Dean started, sighing slightly. "He showed up last night, while you were dead. He offered to help with our hunting and stuff. I went with it."

Sam didn't look impressed. "And you just trusted him, just because he wanted to help?" He yelled.
Dean sighed, shrugging his shoulder. A suddenly sad look came over his face. "He...He said he knew...he knew him."
Sam shook his head. "Him?"
"Him." Dean replied, determined not to say the name.

Neither brother had the ability to say the name of the man of which they spoke. Only one knew who it was, but this meant that the younger brother didn't. Dean looked at his toes as Sam asked, "Who's Him?"

But the older winchester refused to speak from that point, and so the answering the question was left to the young boy sitting on the bed - the one who had just now gotten his breath.

"Castiel." He said, standing slowly and moving towards Sam, who put out a hand to stop him from moving any closer. "I know Castiel."

Dean sat on the bed with his eyes closed. "I'm Sorry Sam." He said quietly. Sam nodded in response before the stranger spoke once more.

"Sam, I apoligize for frightening you. Dean, I apolijize for everything." He began, nodding in both brothers's directions. "I will start an explination, if you let me?"

"Ya, I think I'd like that." Sam pointed out.

The stranger nodded, "My name is Neil, and Castiel is - or was - my brother."

I know this one is EXTREAMLY short, but I know that the next one will not be up for a couple weeks and I wanted to give this to you now. Sorry.

~ Detention Ace