A/N: Well aren't you all just lucky son's of bitches. A chapter a day keeps the boredom away. Well I'm finished the story, so I'll update whenever I get a review. Consider yourselves lucky. I could update when ever, and I have a terrible memory.

I don't own Supernatural, if I did there would have been at LEAST one Destiel sex scene before the end of season 4.

"…-ean…"

"…Dean…"

"DEAN!"

Dean sat up quickly, shaking his head as he did so. He couldn't see a thing; the darkness was once again absolute.

"DEAN!"

The call snapped Dean out of his stupor, making him yell his own response, "Sam?"

His arms were wrapped around a motionless lump, all fabric and bone. Turning the bundle in his arms, Dean tried to remember what it was, what was so important to him that he had to keep it with him as he fell to his death. The bundle moved, clueing Dean into the fact that it was alive.

"Dean? Where are you?"

Sam's call came from what seemed to be a great distance away, it's message hard to understand as it echoed off of walls multiple times before Dean could hear it. "I don't know! Are you hurt?"

The bundle moved again, letting out a groan as it shifted.

"Yes! I can't move!"

Clutching the bundle tighter Dean tried to stand up. "Stay there! I'm coming for you!"

As Dean rose the bundle groaned again, this time louder than before. "Put me down."

"Cas?" Dean was a little shocked, but put him down anyway, placing him carefully so he wouldn't hurt him anymore than he already was.

"Dean! Hurry!"

Trying to make out shapes in the darkness Dean moved towards the voice. "It's okay Sammy! I'm coming!" Turning back to where he believed Castiel was he asked, "Will you be okay?"

Castiel rolled to his side, clutching his ribs, "Yes, I'll be fine. Go find Sam."

Dean nodded, not realizing the foolishness in such a motion and headed off, trying to find his injured friend.

While Dean was stumbling around trying to make his way to Sam, Sam was lying on the ground, his leg trapped under a fraction of the bridge, crushed beyond repair. He still had his pack on his shoulder, but that was the least of his concerns.

Sam sat up, placed his hands under the boulder and pushed, trying to roll it off of his legs, not caring that it was making the injury worse. He was going to lose the leg anyway, why not rip it off by accident in the meanwhile? With a yell Sam pushed as hard as he could, but the boulder didn't move an inch.

Letting out an exhausted gasp Sam flopped back down to the ground, his blood loss finally catching up with him. Light headed, Sam started to see the edges of white crawling into his vision, the only color other than black that he could see. Knowing that he was going to pass out soon, Sam tried to find the most comfortable position he could while he waited for Dean to come and find him.

The sudden jarring motion of the boulder being moved off of the remainder of his leg forced Sam to open his eyes again. There in front of him, basking in the faint glow of, something, was a man, single handedly lifting away the rock. Sam watched in awe as the boulder moved, it wasn't being shoved, it was rising off his leg, taking the pressure off with every inch that was revealed. Sam wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or not, but it was one of the best hallucinations he ever had.

After the boulder was completely off of Sam's leg, the man let it go and rushed over to Sam's side, the glow following him as he moved. It might have been from the blood loss, but Sam could have sworn that the man was an angel. His honey blonde hair cast a halo around his head, and the hazel of his eyes were flowing rivers of gold. The light seemed to be radiating out of him, coming off in the forms of six wings on his back. The light seemed to be warmer than sunlight, more comforting than a mother's embrace; it even smelled like rain and new book pages. Now Sam knew that he was hallucinating, you can't smell light, can you?

The man was at his side, fussing over his leg. Sam looked down and saw that he had pulled out a blade and was currently cutting away at Sam's pant leg. Slicing the fabric open to the knee, the man put the blade away, slipping it away somewhere that Sam couldn't see. Placing his hands on Sam's leg, the glow suddenly traveled down his arms and into Sam, a sharp pain resonating through his body quickly followed by soothing heat. When the man took his hands away Sam's leg was fully healed, it was exactly as it was before, there wasn't even any lingering pain what so ever.

Sam was shocked, his body frozen as he took in the miracle that had just occurred to him. Unfortunately the man scampered away, taking the pause in Sam's motion as his queue to exit.

"No! Wait!" Sam made a motion to stand up, but apparently his blood wasn't something that was healed, as he was still light headed and fell right back down as he tried to stand up.

"Sam?" Dean's voice carried over to him, Sam not caring as he watched the man run away, slowly fading from his view.

"Yeah?" Sam turned and faced Dean, his face slowly being consumed by shadows as the man ran further and further away, taking his light with him.

"Hey, I saw the light and I had to make sure you were okay. Are you? You said you were hurt?" Dean put his hands on Sam's shoulders, holding him back as he checked him in the diminishing light, finishing right before the light fully disappeared and the two men were thrown back into darkness.

"I'm fine. Now." Sam shoved Dean's hands off his shoulders; looking over his right one longingly at the last place he saw the light go, his heart longing to follow it into the unknown. "Let's go find whoever else survived the fall."

Dean was confused, but he tried to hide it with a smile, "Sure. Let's go Sammy."

A small light guided the men back to the wreck, the flickering light of the match not enough to show everyone, just those within a two-foot radius. The match moved towards a wick, one from probably the only lantern that was able to survive the fall. The flame magnified, spreading the width of light to ten feet, enhancing the creases in men's faces, accenting the despair etched on their souls. Looking around Dean saw Castiel leaning on the shoulder of Balthazar who was busy bandaging up his side, muttering words of encouragement the entire time. Bobby and Crowley also survived, and judging by Crowley's mood, his explosives hadn't. Lucifer and Michael were also okay, busily discussing what was going to happen and what their next move should be.

"So, were are the only ones who made it. The original crew; we are either really lucky, or really unlucky." Bobby's gruff voice echoed with ease, bouncing off the walls with striking importance. They were all that was left, the only ones to survive the trip to Atlantis thus far.

"So Castiel? Where do we go from here? I'm assuming you know, your are the bloody expert." Crowley's voice was harsh, blaming, and angry.

A sharp intake of breath introduced Castiel before he spoke, "Sorry to disappoint, but I have no clue where we are. The other side of that bridge was supposed to be the entrance to Atlantis. This was never discussed in the journal."

"We could always follow the glowing man." The whole group turned and looked at Dean, the look of 'Are you fucking kidding me?' on everyone's face.

"Excuse me?" Lucifer didn't seem like he was willing to put up with anyone's shit right now, Dean's least of all.

"The glowing man, the one who was running away from Sam before, right Sam?" Dean turned to Sam for support, for the conformation that he needed.

"Yes. There was a glowing man, and he seemed to know where he was going. I think that it would be a logical answer to follow him. There are no other options." Sam decided that it would be a good idea to leave out the healing part; a man glowing was a hard enough pill to swallow.

With a dignified sigh Lucifer said, "Alright. Let's follow the glowing man." Motioning, he moved for Sam to lead, still retaining his power while letting the other man take over.

Sam started walking, his leg giving him no trouble what so ever. He was baffled by the events before, what kind of power did these people have that enabled them to heal others? What was this amazing source of power that was so acclaimed to the Atlantians, that made them the most powerful race known to mankind before their mysterious disappearance?

The hike was filled with silence before, as per usual, Balthazar broke it with his questions. "So, this man, he was glowing?" The snicker in his voice was hardly contained, Sam rolling his eyes at the older man.

"Yes he was glowing. Now if we can all act like adults here that would be greatly appreciated."

Balthazar shrugged, "Sure, sure. Did a beam of light also come out of the heavens along with the chorus of a million angels?"

Dean came up behind Balthazar and shoved him, "Hey! Be nice. He wasn't the only one who saw the glowing man."

"Hey, get off it. I was only having a little fun on Sam's expense. No offense intended." Balthazar put his arm around Sam's shoulders, grinning the entire time.

"None taken." Sam tried to smile back, Balthazar's grin was creeping him out a little bit.

"So, was it all of him that glowed, or just certain parts of his anatomy, if you know what I mean." Balthazar received a chorus of 'boo's' and rocks. While trying to dodge the flying objects he promised to lay off Sam. "Okay! Okay! I'll stop! Bloody hell! I don't need another rock to the head."

Chuckling Dean leaned over to Castiel as whispered in his ear, "Yes he does." Castiel let out a laugh; a rock to the head probably would help the elder Smith.

"Here!" The cry drew the men's attention to the front of the group, Lucifer standing at the entrance of a tunnel, the only light coming from the lantern, the tunnel showing no signs of an end.

The group stood there, waiting for someone to make the first move, no one willing to make it. Lucifer was the first to move, "Cowards." He walked in, Michael close on his heels. The light was moving deeper into the tunnel when suddenly it was gone.

The group exchanged looks, not sure whether or not to enter the tunnel until they heard "Sweet Mary mother of God." The rest of the men couldn't move fast enough.

Castiel was the first to break through the tunnel, turning the corner that cut out the light that was a promise of hope. At the exit of the tunnel he froze, the sight taking his breath away. Dean ran into Castiel, not able to stop in time before he took out the smaller man in front of him. Luckily the other four men were able to stop before they ended up in the pile on the strangely grassy floor.

After a bit of a struggle, Castiel and Dean rose to their feet, not taking their eyes off of the awe-inspiring sight in front of them.

Rising from the surrounding water, right in the middle of the lake, was enormous city, easily twenty-five kilometers in diameter. There were buildings the ancient equivalent of skyscrapers, all over three hundred feet tall. The city was shaped like a cone, the taller building in the center, their heights slowly diminishing as they moved from the middle until they were but ten feet tall, the height of normal homes for those of lower status. At the very center of the city was the tallest building of them all, one that rose over five hundred feet and spanned almost the same distance.

Waterfalls surrounded the entire city, the water pouring into the surrounding lake that it rose out of, the flow never ceasing, never seeming to fault. There was a source of light, not the sun as the city was in a cavern, a closed off sanctuary from the outside world, but something else, another glowing light source that could not be seen but was known to be there.

Castiel could have stared at the city for ages, never moving, never needing anything other than the sight feeding his body. Unfortunately, Castiel never got that opportunity as the group suddenly found them selves surrounded by what seemed to be a legion of warriors, armed to the teeth with spears, knives, and shields. They wore armor of many different metals; some were made of bronze, some steel, and the leader wearing one that seemed to be made of gold. The armor consisted of breastplates, shin plates, and wrist guards. Each person had matching tunics, pure white that shone just as brightly as the air around them, each person glowing their own personal color. The people were flawless, graceful, and proud. The leader stepped forward, clutching his blade, his golden eyes burning. They scraped over each of the foreigners until they landed on Sam. The burning gaze faltered, letting out pain and confusion before quickly hardening again, their mistake not easily replicated.

Turning to the group, eyes moving over each person, not lingering on anyone, the leader spoke. "Et es a jubeleta. Lets al jubeleta."

The group of travelers all looked at Castiel, the expectations clearly written on their faces. Castiel cleared his throat, quickly trying to put his rudimentary knowledge to work. "Yo say et es suberea. Quid loqui."

The leader's demeanor slowly softened; taking a step forward he spoke again, "Nos loqui omnes."

Castiel smiled, "Parlez-vous Francais?"

The leaders eyes brightened, "Oui monsure."

Sam's eyes light up, "Sprechen sie Deutsch?"

Smiling at Sam the leader replied, "Ja."

Lucifer pushed to the front of the pack, taking over the situation right away. "If they can speak all that, maybe English is in there somewhere." Straightening, Lucifer addressed the Atlantians. "We are explorers from the outside world who have come to find your world."

The leader put his knife away; it disappeared in the same fashion that Sam had seen earlier. "Welcome," his arm sweeping out to display the city behind them, "to the city of Atlantis."