Yeah, okay, not really sure what I was aiming for here, but I think it was time to make an update after a two years long pause. Not the best but not the worst, just, like, an apology for leaving you guys.

(Btw this posting shit is fucking difficult!)

The exhaustion had finally caught up with the kid and he fell into a restless sleep. Dean and Sam learned that his name was Daryl after bribing him with a big chicken sandwich and a coke. When patching him up the brothers discovered that Daryl's injuries were strikingly similar to the other victims, but the boys middle finger were still in it's place, right where it was supposed to be. Dean and Sam were seated by the dining table in the room, talking with low voices.

"What do you think Cas is up to?" Sam asked, taking a sip of his soda he got from the machine outside of the motel reception.

"I'm not sure." Dean mumbled, head resting in his hand. Cas had been gone for a while now, ever since they entered the house where they found the kid, and were showing no sign of showing up again any time soon.

"What did the lady you had to bribe say again?" Dean suddenly asked and Sam frowned.

"The lady at the bar?" he asked and Dean nodded.

"Well, she said Will is a regular, lives on the outskirts of town and usually comes in the evening."

"Right, right, and you don't think that he, by any chance, would be at said bar right now? I mean, it is pretty late and we would only be there on business.."

Sam rolled his eyes before having them land on Daryl's sleeping form.

"What about him? We can't just leave him like this."

Dean followed his eyes.

"It'll only be for a couple of hours."

Sam glanced at him before taking a swing of his drink "Isn't that what you used to tell dad when you wanted to go out?"

Dean huffed.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

Then there was a bright light. Suddenly they were no longer in the motel, but on a gravel road, surrounded by trees. The night sky was full with stars and a sign not so far from them said in white text "Yellow Jacket Creek". At first it was too dark too see anything but after a few seconds they could make out Cas' form laying in a heap by their feet.

"Cas?" Dean said, yet again kneeling down by the angel, Sam following suit. Cas wasn't moving, mouth partly open and arms limp. This wasn't good. They were in the middle of nowhere, all alone.

"What the hell, man." Dean groaned, slapping the angel lightly, trying to get a response, but to no vail. Sam looked around, spotting the sign.

"Yellow Jacket Creek." he read out loud "Let's go there, so at least we'll have some water."

Dean looked as of he wanted to protest but Sam quickly shut him down "We're not going to make it far with an extra body to cary. Let's make up camp by the creek and wait for Cas to wake up."

Dean muttered something under his breath but Sam decided to ignore it. Together they lifted Cas and started the walk to the creek. Luckily they'd landed close to their destination so it only took them about ten minutes or so before they could hear the water. They carefully sat Cas down on the ground and while Sam stayed to look after him Dean went to gather some sticks to start a fire. As he walked through the forest he saw a fast shadow scramble up a tree, and his hands quickly found his gun in his waistband. It got quiet. Essay roaming he tried his best to locate the movement again, and once he did his finger twitched on the trigger. That's when he realized he just got spooked by a squirrel. Arms shaking, Dean lowered his gun, a hollow laugh escaping him as some of the tension seeped away only to come back when an arrow shot out of nowhere. The squirrel got hit right between its eyes. Dean spun around, weapon once again ready as a shadow crept nearer until the Winchester could make out a person, a teenager, with what seemed to be a crossbow slung over his shoulder. The teen's steps slowed down when he spotted Dean, but he didn't stop. He walked past him and pulled out the arrow that was stuck to the tree, narrow eyes never really leaving Dean, before starting to back away again, pray held tightly in his hand.

"Daryl?"