As you can see I have nothing better to do with my life. So here's yet another chapter

Sam POV

I sighed and leaned back in my seat, as I ran a weary hand over my face and checked my watch yet again. Before I was able to process the time, Bobby put a hand on my wrist, and forced my arm back down onto my leg. I looked up, and met his eyes as he spoke

"I get you're worried Sam, but trust me. Cas knows what he's doing. He'll find Dean and bring him back. So since there's nothing we can do for the moment, maybe we should plan what we're telling the doctors at the hospital when we get in there."

I nodded, and we lapsed back into silence, as we both pondered what lie would work best. Only five minutes after we'd begun thinking, I groaned, and rested my head against the dashboard.

"Bobby!" I moaned. "What is taking them so long?! Oh God Bobby! What if Alastair killed them both!? We have no idea where they are, how are we supposed to find them and find out of Alastair killed them or not!? What if-"

Bobby cut me off at this, with a firm hand on my shoulder.

"Calm down ya idjit!" He demanded. "Cas will be fine. Alright? I'm sure Dean's fine too. You know him. I'm sure it's not gonna take long to get him back on his feet."

I nodded, and opened my mouth to respond, but a flutter of wings, and Cas's frantic order cut me off.

"Nearest hospital." He demanded from the back seat. "Now!"

Bobby's eyes went wide, and he quickly turned the car on, and sped back onto the road in the direction of the nearest hospital, which was 30 miles away. My entire body was tense, but after a few seconds, I forced myself to ask

"Cas? How's Dean? Is he-"

Cas cut me off one more.

"He breaths. For now, though he has limited time left before his injuries take a toll. Our best hope is he doesn't wake up and panic."

I frowned, and turned in my seat, freezing at the gruesome sight before me. Dean lay stretched across the back seat, the upper half of his body supported by Cas. His shirt was missing, leaving his entire scarred, bleeding, torso open. It looked much like when the Hellhounds had torn him apart. I placed a hand over my mouth at the sight of his wrists. They'd clearly been strung up, and from the bleeding gashes circling them, Dean had fought against his chains more than once. I looked up at his face, and couldn't help but let out a cry. His face was also covered in blood. The thick crimson liquid coated his eyelid, and spilled over his lips, and onto his chin down onto his chest.

"Oh God." I whispered, slowly reaching a hand back to place on his head. "Dean!"

Despite my attempts to keep quiet and keep him asleep, my voice woke him, and in that moment all Hell broke loose.

Dean POV

Even in my dreams the white eyed man was there. Torment after torment rained down upon me, and even in my waking moments it followed. But something was different this time. Something was off. Before I knew what was happening, the white eyed man's figure shifted, into the trench coated blue eyed man I'd seen before. He stepped forward and spoke

"My name is Castiel and I am here to take you home."

Before I had time to question him, a voice far beyond my line of sight echoed towards me.

"Oh God. Dean!"

As though the name held some meaning to me, though at the moment I knew not why, I was pulled to consciousness. What I saw was not a sight I was prepared for. My arms lay limp in my lap, and a soft, human like surface lay behind me. In front of me, was a man with long brown hair who I'd seen in dreams before. My eyes went wide as I registered his hand on my head. Instinct took over and I panicked. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out, so instead I resorted to physical means, though I wasn't very strong. I struggled weakly against the hand on my head, which disappeared very quickly, though that fear was short lived, as a moment later, more hands restrained my arms. My eyes filled with tears, and I whimpered as loud as I could, in an attempt to dislodge the person pinning my arms to the side. I watched in horror as the man from the front seat climbed back and proceeded to pin down my legs which I'd been carelessly kicking out, hoping to make contact with something. I flinched as the man at my legs called to the driver

"Damn it Bobby! Go faster, he's fighting us!"

I froze, and went limp, in surrender. I knew the man in the trench coat was lying. He worked for the white eyed man, and they were taking me to another place, where they'd continue to torture me. My eyes drifted over to the man by my legs. There was a look of fear on his face as he asked

"Dean? What's wrong are you okay?"

I closed my eyes slowly, and in that moment I became aware of how difficult it was to breathe. At this discovery, I began to breathe quickly, though it didn't make a difference. Eventually I was gasping for air. The man by my legs released them, and quickly reached for my neck. My body was too busy with the fight for air to fight him. He pressed his fingers into the side of my neck. I listened to his voice, which seemed to be getting farther and farther away the longer I listened. Just before I lost consciousness, I heard him call up to the driver

"Bobby hurry! He's struggling to breath, his eyes are dilated and his pulse is way too fast! He's going into shock!"

My eyes closed against my will, and I allowed myself to drift.

I was shaken from peace what felt like a moment later. My eyes slowly drifted open, though I was too weak to comprehend what was going on around me. There were people all around me, shouting at one another. But in that instant the world seemed to be placed on mute. My eyes began to drift once more, but I was roughly shaken. I looked over and watched the man as his mouth moved rapidly as he shined a bright light into my eyes. I winced, and closed them. They didn't open again.

Sam POV

"We brought Dean into the hospital two months ago as he was going into shock. He hasn't woken since. Bobby what if he doesn't ever wake up? What if he dies!?"

Bobby sighed, and placed a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to retake my seat alongside Dean's prone form. I placed my head in my hands, and side. I wasn't silent for long before I began speaking once more.

"Bobby if we hadn't split up! If I hadn't left him then Josh and Mortem wouldn't have been able to take him! If that weren't bad enough, it took me over two months to realize he was missing!"

Bobby sighed, and in that one sound I knew he was hiding something. I turned to face him.

"Bobby?" I asked. "Wha aren't you telling me?"

Bobby sighed and began to speak.

"You knew Dean was missing almost immediately Sam. I guess you'd called every phone he owned, wanting to get back together and start hunting together again, and when he didn't answer, you came to me looking for answers."

I sighed, and ran a hand over my face.

"But Bobby I don't remember it! Any of it!"

Before Bobby could explain Cas spoke from the doorway.

"Because your memories were blocked. But if you'd like I could reopen them for you."

I stood quickly.

"Do it!"

Cas sighed and walked over. Just before he touched my forehead, he looked me dead in the eye.

"This was your choice!"

The next thing I knew, I was falling into my memories.

Two/three months before the story starts.

Sam POV

I threw the phone down on the motel bed beside me, and gave a loud sigh. That was Dean's third cell, and my fifth round of calling each one. Every Time there was no response. After a few seconds, I stood and grabbed my phone and bag, and headed out to the car I'd stolen. As I dropped into the front seat I dialed Bobby's number. He answered on the fourth ring.

"Singer Salvage."

I sighed in joy that someone was finally answering my calls.

"Bobby!" I said as I pulled out of the motel parking lot. "It's Sam! I was wondering if you've heard from Dean recently."

There was silence, before Bobby answered.

"Come to think of it no. Not since he met up with some shifter who took the form of your daddy. Dean showed up on my doorstep with the monster, saying they'd be going hunting and that he'd be in touch. Haven't heard from him since."

I frowned.

"I'm worried Bobby. I'll head over to your place now, and we can track him together."

"Sounds good. See ya soon."

I nodded, and ended the call.

Three days before the story starts

"Bobby!" I called. "I gotta go. Someone has to be out there hunting."

Bobby came out into the room, frowning.

"You're going hunting? What about Dean?"

I looked over my shoulder from the front door as I answered

"Maybe a hunter's seen him, or knows where he is. Hell, maybe even a monster knows. You get what I'm saying?"

Bobby sighed and nodded.

"All right ya idjit. Just be safe ya hear?"

I nodded. We embraced before I quickly headed out to my car. Soon as I was out of earshot, I looked down at the address I'd narrowed down to where Dean was, and whispered

"I'm on my way Dean."

12 minutes before the story starts

I approached the house slowly, my gun drawn. I reached the front door, and quickly picked the lock, rushing in. I looked around, finding myself in a living room of some sort. I went straight and found myself with three options. Straight again, left to the basement most likely, or right. I chose straight. I froze in my tracks. Strapped into a metal chair, bleeding heavily yet smirking was Dean. On one side of him was huge man, who was up in Dean's face.

"I asked for the truth Winchester! Now give it to me!"

Dean slowly met the man's gaze and said

"SHove it your ass you bastard.

There was sudden pain in the back of my skull and everything went dark.

Hospital. Present.

I opened my eyes, gasping for air. I looked over at Dean's still prone form.

"Oh Dean!"