Sorry, everyone. Short chapter but I'm on my way to a Mission Trip in an hour so I'll release the next chapter as soon as I get back next week. Unfortunately there wasn't a lot of room for their development in this chapter.

1x06 Skin (When one of Sam's old school friends is framed for the murder of his girlfriend, Sam and Dean investigate, discovering that a shapeshifter is responsible for that murder and possibly other similar murders.)

Dean and Sam walked around the side of a house towards Dean's car parked on the street.

"Oh, there she is! Finally, something went right tonight." Dean grinned, hurrying to the Impala.

Just as he was moving toward his baby, a police car appeared and stopped at his car.

"Ah, crap." He scowled, ducking out of sight. They turned around but saw more police officers parked several yards away, clearly waiting for them to arrive. "This way, this way!" Dean hissed, running toward the fence before they were noticed.

"You go. I'll hold 'em off." Sam called back.

"What are you talking about? They'll catch you!" Dean hissed, beckoning him over.

"Look, they can't hold me. Just go, keep out of sight. Meet me at Rebecca's." Sam urged. Dean only had a second to weigh his options before he started climbing the fence.

"Dean, stay out of the sewers alone. I mean it!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Dean called from the other side of the fence.

Dean was grabbed a rifle from his trunk, feeling slightly guilty that he was about to ignore his brother's request. "Sorry, Sam. But you know me—I just can't wait." He shut the trunk, gun in hand, ready to head towards the sewers when he noticed Castiel standing beside the car.

"Castiel!" Dean jumped back, lowering his gun.

Castiel nodded with nonchalance. "Dean."

"What are you doing here? Quit following us around man. When do you even find time to sleep?"

"I don't sleep." Castiel told him.

"Right," Dean groaned. Why was his life so full of weirdos?

"I've come to warn you about a few things. First that your brother is in trouble."

"Yeah," Dean rubbed the back of his neck, "he got arrested. But he'll be fine."

"No, he's been intercepted. By you."

Dean took a moment to try to understand. "What?"

"The Body-snatcher found him. He has taken your appearance but I'm unaware if he's noticed."

Dean frowned. "He's definitely noticed."

"Not quickly enough. He is in the sewers."

"Crap." Dean grabbed extra ammo and started to walk away.

"Another thing. Sam needs to stop."

Dean turned around, gun instinctively tighter in his hands. "Stop what?"

"He needs to stop blaming himself for what happened."

Dean pondered that for a moment. The angel didn't make any sense. "Why are you helping us?" The question came out sharper than he'd intended but neither man cared. He was so used to being the only one to watch his brother's back.

"Very soon now, you will be of use to the Heavenly Host." Castiel said in way of explanation.

"Great," Dean said, watching the empty air where the angel had been.

"I talked to Castiel today," Dean ventured, eyes carefully on the road instead of his brother's face.

"You talked to him?" Sam asked, sitting up in his seat quickly.

"Yeah. He keeps dropping by. Says my use'll come soon enough." Dean said. Sam nodded.

"He says you shouldn't blame yourself." Dean told him as if it weren't a big deal.

Sam immediately looked away, pretending to watch the scenery from out his window, wondering if it was possible. And if all was forgiven if an angel had told him not to blame himself. If he wanted to be forgiven. He blinked before a tear could roll down his cheek, glad, for once, that his brother was too stubborn to look away from the road.

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