Hey guys. Lots of stuff going on this week! My regular writing time this weekend was interrupted by study and homework. :/ This chapter has some established relationship Destiel in it.

-K

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"The invasion of the what?!" Dean exclaimed, staring at Charlie in disbelief. He had seen some pretty weird things in his time, most of them involving a certain archangel by the name of Gabriel, but sparkly vampires? No way!

"Dean, remember that case a couple of years back with the vampires?" Sam said. Dean laughed.

"Which one?" he asked.

"You know," Sam started. "The one where, uh, Soulless Sam used you as bait." Sam looked away uncomfortably, and Charlie tilted her head in confusion.

"Wait," she said. "Soulless Sam?"

"Long story," Dean said. "Yeah, I remember, Sam."

"Okay, so you remember when we hacked into that girl's laptop right," Sam continued. "You know, the girl with the creepy vampire room? Her password was Pattinson, like the actor in Twilight." Dean suddenly had a vivid flashback.

Sam and Dean climbed the stairs of the young girl's house. The case they were working was weird, but when Dean opened the door to the girl's room, they knew it was going to get much weirder. Everywhere he looked, there were pale, attractive men covering the red velvet walls. There was even a life-size cut out of one stuck to the door. Sam had wondered if the girl was on drugs, but now, Dean realized, it was so much worse.

"Vampires?" Sam said, incredulously. Dean scoffed.

"No, these aren't vampires man," he said. "These are douchebags."

"Yeah," Sam agreed. Dean examined the items in the girl's room, picking up a pillow with Robert Pattinson and Kristin Stewart on it. Dean shook his head, laughing internally at the ridiculousness of it all. He would never understand how teenage girls worked.

Dean made a face as he realized they were dealing with the same sort of thing here and now, in the middle of Hilson, Missouri of all places.

"Great," he said sarcastically. "The last time we dealt with these sparkly bastards, I got turned!"

"You were a vampire?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah," Dean answered. "Not fun." Charlie stared at him, almost teasing him with her eyes.

"So what," Sam said. "We have another vampire using 'Twilight fangirls' as easy prey?"

"That'd be my best guess," Dean said. "We oughta track down the nest and off those bastards before they kill again."

"Hey, wait a minute guys," Charlie said, furrowing her brow in concentration. "How do we know the vamp is drawing them in? I mean, these poor bastards were just out camping. Why would they let a vampire feed on them?"

"Does it really matter?" Dean asked.

"Well," Charlie said. "The demographics for Twilight fans are mostly teenage girls and stay at home moms. If you were looking for easy prey like that, where would you go? The woods wouldn't be my first pick."

"She has a point, Dean," Sam said. "We need a plan.

"We had a plan," Dean mumbled. Sam ignored him

"Those tattoos on the victims' arms, are clearly visible, I'd say, from at least ten feet away," he said. "That's nothing for a vampire. What if this vamp has it out for Twilight fans? I mean, vampires usually take out the people they hate when they first turn. It's simple instinct. The vampire might go for a whole group of fans next."

"Oh my god," Charlie said. "It's convention week downtown."

"Crap," Dean said. "That's probably where he was headed when he passed through those woods! We've got to go, like now."

"You should try calling Cas," Sam said, looking at Dean. "With this many people on the line, we could use his help. Dean nodded and tossed the keys to Sam.

"Go with Charlie and get the car. I'll catch up in a minute.

Sam and Charlie raced out of the morgue into the parking lot and revved up the Impala. Dean, meanwhile, started praying to Cas.

"Hey, Cas buddy. I know you're out there somewhere. We've got a lot of lives on the line and it would be great if you could lend a hand." Dean looked around the room. Castiel was nowhere in sight. Dammit, Cas. Dean thought. He sighed and started to walk out of the room, but just as he stepped over the threshold, he heard a flutter of wings behind him. He turned to greet the trench-coated angel.

"Hello, Dean," he said. Dean smiled.

"You came," he said. Cas tilted his head in confusion.

"You called, didn't you?" Dean laughed. He was so happy that tears were starting to form in his eyes.

"It's so damn good to hear your voice," he said.

"It's good to see you too, Dean," said Cas. "Heaven has been... lonely. Most of the time I'd rather be here with you."

"Cas..." Dean said, trailing off as he stared into the angel's baby blue eyes. He grabbed Castiel by the shoulders and pulled him close

It was a tender hug, full of love, sadness, and longing. Everything that Dean had been feeling in the last couple of weeks, the bitterness, the loneliness, the constant worry of what had happened to Cas and what was happening to Sam, it didn't matter anymore. This was a moment that Dean wanted to savor forever.

"You should stay," he whispered. Cas stared into Dean's eyes longingly.

"I wish I could," he said. "Heaven is in a state of chaos." Dean pulled Cas closer until their noses were touching. He could feel the warm breath on his cheek.

"Let someone else deal with it for a while," he murmured. "You've done enough." Dean kissed Cas slowly and tenderly on the lips. They stayed like that for a moment and then walked hand and hand out to the Impala. The world could've been burning for all he cared. Dean had found his angel, and there was nothing that anyone could do to take him away.