Hi guys! Thank you for the follows & favorites! I know I've been updating a lot but this idea would just not leave me alone! I am thinking that I am going to stick with the movie's storyline for the first few chapters, but then maybe change a few things from there, and also make it a little less fast-paced so we can see what life is like with all the creatures and the bath house :)

I will be subbing in supernatural characters for most of the Spirited Away characters, as you'll see in this chap.

Thanks for reading! It would mean a lot to me if you reviewed :)


"Ow!" Dean brought his hand up to his chest, narrowing his eyes at the dark-winged angel. "What the hell was that for?" He barked out, as the angel swifted turned around and wrapped the both of them with his dark wing.

"I carved sigils onto both of your ribs. You will be invisible, but only until we begin to cross the bridge. Then I must give you an even more powerful spell."

"You carv-" Dean sputtered, but then shrugged. "You know what, whatever. As long as me and my brother don't get hurt."

He was met by a piercing blue gaze. "I said you would be invisible, not inaudible. Be quiet."

They walked slowly together, Sam squeezing tightly to Dean's hand as they passed all sorts of strange creatures. Huge wolves were nosing around the food piles, alongside zombies that were falling apart, skin daggingly down off their faces and blistering arms. Other angels dined alongside the demons, perched atop stools and conversing animatedly, black spaded tails swinging like cats' and angel's wings fluttering loudly.

Sam squeezed his eyes shut and tried to not make a sound, not even a breath, as a huge, pitch-black stag glided by on spindly legs, his red eyes burning bright like coals as a hot breath rustled through Sam's light brown hair.

"This is the bridge. It has very powerful revealing magic." Cas muttered under his breath to them, tightening his raven black wing around the both of them. "Hold your breaths now. And do not breathe in again until we step off the bridge."

The two did what they were told, sucking in a deep breath as they crossed over the bridge with all the other strange, miscellaneous creatures passed over with them.

"Welcome! Welcome, guests! Welcome to the Bath House Abaddon! Enjoy your stay! Welcome!" An rich, English accent filled the air with constant greetings. A somewhat short man clad in an all-black suit and tie had his hands tucked behind his back, nodding at each new guest. A large, dark black dog was standing next to him, the creature's back almost coming all the way up to the man's shoulder, the dog's red eyes glowing like coals as it panted, thick dog breath swirling into the night air. "Welcome!" The man nodded at Cas, who nodded back, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

The three passed by silently, but the demon's green eyes followed Sam and Dean underneath Cas's wing, like he knew something. Sam shivered and squeezed Dean's hand tightly, narrowly avoiding Crowley's red, spaded tail from swinging and hitting him as they passed by.

"That's the demon Crowley. He manage the finances for this whole bath house." Cas whispered to them. They kept walking, footfalls clacking loudly along the wood floorboards.

"Almost there." Cas said through gritted teeth, flicking his blue eyes over to look at them before looking forward once again. The two humans suddenly perked up as they heard someone calling out.

"Mister Cas! Mister Cas!" A shortish man with unruly brown hair, thick-framed glasses that were slightly askew and a beard came rushing out of the bath house, standing directly in front of the angel. His bright white wings were fluttering excitedly and the feathers were just as ruffled and disheveled as his hair. "Haven't you heard? Humans have been spotted at the bath house!"

Cas locked his jaw and his eyes narrowed. Dean felt his lungs spasm, begging for air as he felt his face pounding, the blood rushing to his cheeks. "Not now, Mr. Shirley." Cas tried to sound as calm as possible. "I'm sort of in a hurry."

Chuck's eyes lit up with excitement as he still made no move to step out of the angel's way. "Cas! I mean, humans! Wouldn't that make such an exciting research project? I mean, I've heard they can die just from old age! Or that they can get a piece of food lodged in their mouth and they can even die that way! I believe it is called "chalking". Such intriguing creatures!"

Cas could sense his humans were about to burst, their faces turning even redder. "Chuck, really, not now." He practically growled.

The man seemed like he handn't even heard him as his eyes lit up and he looked like he was in his own little dream world. "I can see it now!" He swept his hands in the air as if he were indicating a banner. "I'd call it...Natural; A Peek Into the Mortal World."

"Chuck-"

Cas was interrupted by two very loud gasps for air, and the eyes behind the man's glasses widened. "Humans!" He yelled in disbelief, and Cas's wing bristled loudly around the two of them. Quickly, Cas extended his arm and a three-dimensional shadow enveloped the angel, his baffled expression frozen on his face.

"Come on!" Cas yelled, snatching Dean's wrist and his wings pumped feircely, propelling them over the rest of the bridge and dragging them out and away from the crowd into a tiny, wooden door, that slammed shut once they'd flown through.

The two brothers tumbled to a stop, breathing deeply to make up for that crazy amount of time they'd had to hold it before.

"Sorry, Cas." Dean mumbled under his breath. "Me 'n Sammy tried."

The angel pressed his lips together and his blue eyes slipped from human face to face. "You tried your best." He sighed. The building next to them was in chaos- creatures were yelling and running amok, their shadows slipping along the paper screens, most of the noise was indistinguished but the brothers could hear cries of "humans!" or "Mister Cas! Mister Cas!"

"What are we supposed to do now?" Sam whimpered, piecing tightly to Dean's side and looking out at Cas with glittering green-blue eyes. "What about our dad?"

Cas once again outstretched his black wing and fanned it over the two of them, making a little wall just in case anyone peeked through the screens. "There's only one thing I can think of to get all three of you out of this place safe. One of the witches cast a spell on the food, and when your father ate it he was cursed and became a pig. Abaddon is keeping him along with other intruders in the farm house. You must stay here long enough to memorize what your father's alternate form looks like, or else he could remain an animal forever."

Dean stifled a gasp, and he slung his arm over Sam's shoulder, pulling him closer as Sam's fingers tightly curled along his jacket, pinching his skin. "Just tell us what we're supposed to do." He graveled out, trying to keep the tears from his voice.

"Mister Cas! Where is Mister Cas?!" The din inside continued, growing even louder. Cas rushed to touch Dean's forehead, and Sam shrunk even closer to his side as Cas's fingers glowed a slight white.

"Go into the small wood door two houses over. Take the stairs down to the boiler room, where you will find the boiler man, who goes by the name Bobby." Dean saw the path clearly in his mind as Cas led him mentally through it. "You have to find work here. Ask Bobby for a job, and no matter how many times he denies you, you just have to keep asking."

He finally took his fingers off of his forehead, which remained a circle of white before quickly fading. Dean's jade eyes met the inhuman blue, pleading.

"Remember, Dean. I'm your friend." He tried to smile reassuringly. "I will make sure your family gets out of this town alive."

He swiftly stood up and turned aroud, calling out. "I'm here, calm down." He said irritably, opening a sliding screen and slipping inside.

"Good luck. And keep quiet." Cas whispered to them, smiling a little before stepping inside and closing the paper screen behind him with a shuffle of his wings.

"C'mon, Sammy. Let's go save dad." Dean grabbed his sleeve, and the two snuck through the bushes to find the tiny wooden door.