A/n: Guess who isn't dead? Sorry about the super short super late update- exam week happened.

"Dean? Dean, are you alright? Dean!" Someone who isn't Sammy or Dad is shaking his shoulders. They sound worried.

"Mhmmm." Dean manages. "Uh'm fide."

"Okay, um, that's good, being fine is good, unless you're lying, in which case it isn't… I mean being fine would be, but if you're lying then you're not fine, and if you are not fine then it isn't good-" The person's rambling gives away exactly how worried they'd been about Dean. Dean can't remember exactly how he'd gotten knocked out, which probably is a bad thing. "-but I can't actually heal at the moment, I used up too much of my power on the demons and I'm an idiot… could've killed all of us…"

Demons. Right, yes, something about demons.

"Sammy?!" Dean exclaims, attempting to sit up only to be lightly pushed back down.

"Your brother is alright- should be alright, at least, I have no idea where he is, but you should, I heard you tell him to get out of the motel room and call your dad, and I know you should have agreed on a place to go to in case of emergency." That is all said in one breath. Even before Dean can ask, he adds, "No, I don't know where that is, don't worry."

Dean Winchester isn't one for trusting strangers, though, especially strangers that don't seem to be human. As much as he wants to just lay back and let someone else take care of whatever had happened, that is not an option. He sits up this time, shoving away the stranger away. Concerned blue eyes peer down at him and he once again feels like he should know the stranger.

"And who the hell are you supposed to be?" Dean wonders.

"What?!" He sees hurt in the new guy's eyes, but doesn't care and presses forward.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"Oh- of course-… uh-" The guy lets his voice drift off, pausing. Dean can almost hear the gears turn in his head as his expression changes from hurt to careful, guarded, emotionless. "I am Castiel."