Chapter 2
The impala rolled to a steady halt, the engine still purring, in front of a big, dull looking warehouse.
"You sure this is the right place?" Sam asked doubtfully.
"It's what was on the paper Sammy."
"Right, the paper... castiel gave you, in your dream..." he teased.
Dean rolled his eyes and parked the car in front of the building.
The brothers cautiously walked in, but not before they got their gear and the weaponry they needed out of the trunk of deans' car.
When they had stepped inside the warehouse they were shocked to see the place wrecked to hell, and a limp man in the middle of the room.
"Cas!" the boys yelled in unison.
"Cas? Castiel? No jimmy..." jimmy sputtered struggling to his feet.
"What the hell happened?" Sam asked.
"I... I don't know..." jimmy stated barely able to keep his balance.
"Whoa, Whoa, whoa!" dean yelled grabbing onto jimmy's' trench coat and forearm to help him up, he lifted jimmy's arm around his neck and over his shoulder, Sam doing the same before they hauled him out and into the back of the impala. They headed back to their motel room.