Hey Everyone!

A new chapter! Woho! I have been all over the place these past couple weeks; finishing work, finishing my play, packing up my old bedroom cause we're doing renovations on the family house, going on a road trip. It's been crazy! I can't believe I'm going back to University in a week either!

But anywho, you're not here for my life story haha, your hear for the story! So sit back, relax and...

Enjoy!

A quiet shuffle brought his attention back in front of him just as the figure with the wings turned to face him. Dean was meet with two piercing blue orbs staring back at him, catching his gaze and holding it there.

"What in the…"

The air surrounding Dean was tense, the world around him muted to his overworked and confused senses. He struggled to push himself to his feet, all his thoughts tumbling around in his head and tripping over each other in a vain effort to form coherent ideas, only to be unraveled before they reached completion. He was totally captivated with studying the person in front of him.

The figure was standing closer now, revealing to Dean that he was indeed a man who appeared to be a tad shorter then he was. His head was topped with a mass of black hair, the ends sticking out in a disarray of different directions, and a few leaves and twigs could be spotted poking out from beneath the ebony locks. His face was strong, soft cheekbones, a sturdy jaw with a speckle of stubble on it, and full lush lips. A pale delicate throat connected his head to strong shoulders, speckled with dust and grime. The man was wearing a white tunic that stopped at his knees and was tightened at his waist by a deep blue sash, the material stirring in the breeze. A piece of the material on his right shoulder had been torn apart and now hung loosely down his side, exposing the pale skin to the world. He was covered in dirt, no doubt caused by the scuffle and his bare feet shifted on the soft earth beneath them. His ink black wings were tucked back behind him, the top half peaking over his shoulders and twitching slightly.

However, the most striking feature about the man would have to be his eyes. They weren't the largest eyes that Dean had ever seen, nor were they perfectly symmetrical or rounded. Instead, they had a slight hooded look to them, caused by the closeness of his eyelids; but in a way the shape thoroughly complimented the rest of his face well. The color though, was that of a bright blue summer sky, one of the most beautiful colors Dean had ever seen, and which made him feel slightly breathless the more he looked at them. And the more he stared, the more he realized that there was an un earthly glow that seemed to light them up from deep within, adding a sparkle to the azure irises.

A drop of crimson bloomed on the material of the man's tunic and Dean's gaze instantly shifted to find the source. A long gash ran across a section of the man's right arm, the dark red and puckered edges standing out against his pale skin as the blood trickled to his fingers and dripped off the edge.

The man's eyes followed Dean's gaze until he too saw the gash, the edges of his lips twitching up slightly into what Dean dared to call an amused smirk. But his attention was quickly pulled back to the injured appendage, his mouth dropping open in shock at what he saw. The wound was knitting itself back up! Tendrils of skin stretched over to connect to the other side and quickly closed the gash, leaving nothing but smooth skin and smeared blood behind. Not even a scar!

How in the… Dean thought, his mouth opening and closing uselessly as he tried to force the words out. But all he could manage to do was stare at the newly reformed arm in shock.

At that moment, agonising pain tore his thoughts away from the miracle before him and instead to the deep claw gashes on his back. He fell to the ground with a gasp, arms reaching out to stop himself at his knees. He pain seemed to be intensifying as the agonized throbbing crawled its way across a larger area of skin and muscle like a quickly spreading poison. It had begun to slug its way into his shoulder joints when the tremors started, racking his frame with vengeance.

That's when a cool, soft hand was gently placed on his back just above the gash. It was soothing to his burning skin and his trembling body ached for more, for the release it seemed to promise. A tingling feeling started in that area, the sensation of a million little fingers dancing across the exposed and battered skin. This was followed by the feeling of someone having up ended a bucket of cold water onto his body, and Dean gasped involontarily at the unexpected sensation. He felt it all begin to advance across the rest of his back, his shoulders and limbs, expanding into every inch of his frame. Everywhere that sensations touched the pain seemed to slowly ebb away until he felt nothing. The weary ache present in his limbs from the fight felt as if it were being sucked out of his very muscles, and his shaking began to subside. Eventually the tingling and the cold too faded and Dean hesitantly reached a hand up to his shoulder and felt the exposed skin there. Completely smooth, no ridges, bumps and definitely no gaping holes

Dean lifted his head and locked eyes with the strange man who was standing above him, his face laced with concern.

"Who are you," Dean heard himself ask, a hint of the wonder and confusion he was feeling finding a way into his voice.

The man opened his mouth to reply but at that moment, a dark net dropped out of the sky and landed right over him, capturing him under the black material. He let out a yelp of surprise and his arms shot up to try and dislodge it, but to no avail as the ends were weighted with hunks of metal. His wings flared out, straining against the confines of the net in an effort to keep his balance as he stumbled backwards and fell to the ground.

In a flurry of green and shiny metal, a crowd of guards stormed out of the surrounding trees. Dean tried to push himself to his feet and call them off, but a small group rushed over to him and kept him from rising all the while assuring him that they had everything under control. The rest of the men ran over to the man trapped in the net who was still crying out and struggling and Dean soon lost sight of him amongst the mass of bodies blocking his view. The guards shouted orders to each other, a frenzy of activity as an object was passed across the group and the man's cries got louder until Dean heard a solid thump and the man fell silent.

Dean surged to his feet and pushed past the restricting hands of the men around him, planning to rush forward and start knocking people around until they damn well started listening to him. But that's when the effects of all the blood loss and adrenaline caught up to him and Dean stumbled, body rejecting his attempts to steady himself, and began tumbling straight towards the ground. Just before face could meet dirt he was caught by a pair of arms that wrapped around his middle and slowly lowered him down. His back touched the grass and darkness took him.

When Dean came around the first thing he saw was the blurry face of his brother looking down at him with a mix of relief and concern swimming across his features. His mouth was moving as he tried to talk to Dean, but at the moment his other senses seemed to have abandoned him as black spots danced across his vision and he had to focus all his energy into staying conscious. He blinked several times to clear the spots and winced when Sam's booming voice caught up to his ears.

"God Sam, keep it down would ya! Your making my ears bleed." Dean grated out, reaching up and placing a hand against his head as he tried to think past the linger disorientation and pounding headache that had begun.

"Well sorry. Maybe if you had bothered to listen to me for once in your life I wouldn't have had to raise my voice." Sam's lips twitched up into a smile, sarcasm practically dripping off his words.

"Hey, some of us need our beauty sleep." Dean retorted as he attempted to push himself into a sitting position. "Not everyone was born with your feminine physic Sammy,"

Sam shot him a glare as he reached to assist him. "Don't call me that."

"Would you prefer bitch?"

"Jerk!"

Dean chuckled and glanced around. They were still in the clearing by the black water, a small number of guards stationed by the outer trees. The smoldering remains of the strange creature that had attacked him and Sam were still laying scattered across the grass and he could see a glimpse of his shredded green coat tangled in a bush a few feet away. But something wasn't right. Dean couldn't put his finger on exactly what, but he just had a feeling that there was something missing. The more he thought about it though, the more his head hurt.

"Dean, what happened here?" Sam's voice pierced his thoughts. "From the information I could gather, the guards said they found you kneeling on the ground with some strange creature standing over you." He carefully prodded at a few places on Dean's body, his next words relaying his confusion. "You look pretty beat up and yet there's not a scratch on you."

"What did you say," Dean asked, his head shooting up and locking eyes with his brother.

"I said you look pretty beat up and yet ther-"

"No no no, before that!"

"The guards said they found you kneeling on the ground with some strange creature standing over you," Sam said, confusion continuing to mount over his brother's odd behavior.

An image of bright blue eyes and ink black wings flashed into Dean's mind, and the last piece clicked. The strange man was the thing that was missing. The last time Dean saw him he had a giant net around him and the guards were- "Sam, what did they do with it?"

Sam started at his brother's tone, a mix of surprise and slight concern flying across his eyes. "They captured it and took it back to the palace." The words were hardly out of Sam's mouth before Dean was on his feet and racing back into the trees in the direction of the horses. He passed by the lake of black water and the ancient statue with the strange carved writing, not sparing a glance from his destination. His feet didn't slow until he had broken through the outer ring of trees, the horses tethered to a branch, waiting.

"Dean, what's going on," Sam asked as he came running up behind him.

"I'll explain later Sammy," Dean answered as he swung up into his saddle and kicked his horse into a run, steering it in the direction of their kingdom. He wasn't worried if Sam followed he just knew that he needed to get there as soon as possible. The guards hadn't killed the man, which meant that if he was fast enough there might still be a chance to save him from the king.

Dun Dun DAAAA!

JK it's not like its that big of a cliff hanger, but yeah there ya go. Hope you guys enjoyed!

Hopefully I'll be able to get another chapter out within the week, there may be time around all the packing I need to start doing to get myself ready to move back to Uni haha.

Well, until next time!

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