For a minute, I am frozen, dead on the spot. Where the hell is Cas? I can't go. Not yet. I don't want to.

My eyes are wide. I stare at the dogs with huge eyes. The dogs that only I can see.

Seeing a hell hound, is something that will scare the living shit (excuse my language) out of you, as well as being blessed with nightmares for the rest of your life, if you manage to stay alive. Once a hell hound has your scent, it has it forever.

Sam and Dean are staring at me, their eyes more intense and piercing than ever. Dean's green eyes paired with Sam's brown. They are both mentally screaming "What the hell are you doing? R-U-N!"

I get the message, swallow, and run. Faster than I ever have. I speed towards the house, and decide I don't have time to open the door. Adrenaline is pumping through heart is pounding in my chest, and my throat is burning, but now is not the time to stop. I hear gunshots, and whimpers, along with a few growls.

I desperately want to go back and help, but I have to get to safety.

I gear myself for some sort of pain. I run to the back, and slam into a window, shattering it. I roll over the ground but only get back up, ignoring the stinging on my arms and cheek.

I hear Bobby get up and say "What in the hell?"

I run past him, covered in small cuts from the glass. I open the cabinet where he keeps bags of rock salt.

I rip one open and run from window to window, door to door, putting thick salt lines in the line of each.

He catches on, and does the same. We finish in about a minute.

I listen, and hear nothing. That can't be good. What if Sam and Dean are dead? What if they died because of me?

Bobby stops and looks at me with wide eyes.

What if the hell hounds are waiting for me outside?

I open a window, being careful not to break a salt line.

I look around the junkyard. "Sam! Dean? Guys!"

I see two figures slowly stand up from the car. Sam is limping, and Dean has a long cut on his arm.

A minute later, they come through the door, stepping over the salt line.

I shut it quickly behind them.

"Sit." I say.

They start to protest, before I say, "We can talk after I take care of your wounds."

They shut their mouths, and I head to the bathroom, where there's some gauze and ace bandage along with a bit of medical tape.

I come back, and ask Bobby for some whiskey.

He nods, and hands me a bottle with some paper towels.

I go to Dean first, and help him take off his jacket. His arm has dried blood on it, and more is pouring out.

I dip a paper towel in water, and wipe off all the dried blood. Once its all gone, I inspect the cut itself. It looks moderately deep, but not as bad as the ones I got on my back.

I wet a paper towel with whiskey this time. "This is gonna hurt like hell, but we have to keep it from infection."

He nods, and winces as I wipe down the cut.

I grab the gauze and attach it with medical tape.

Then I wrap it up with ace bandage.

I move onto Sam. He has a small cut on his cheek, and got out with barely a scratch. His ankle is slightly sprained.

"Do you mind?" I ask, motioning to his cheek.

He shakes his head.

I nod, and get another paper towel, and wet it down with some water. I rip off the corner.

My face is inches away from his. I can feel his breath on my neck. I concentrate on his cheek. Probably a little more than I need to.

I wipe away the blood, and put a bit of pressure on it until it stops bleeding.

Then I head to Bobby's fridge and grab a bag of frozen vegetables.

I give it to him for his ankle, and sit down.

"You guys got out easy. What happened out there?" I ask.

Sam shakes his head. "I don't know. We were shooting at them, and one got Dean, and then they all just disappeared."

"Disappeared?"

"Yea. Gone."

"How?"

"You know just as much as we do."

"This sucks."

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious." Dean mutters.

I shoot him a glare. He just shrugs it off.

I sigh for a moment, and say, "Cas if you don't get your freaking ass down here, I will kill you."

I hear a breeze, and the sound of wings, but when I turn around, I don't see Cas.

Sam and Dean's eyes widen.

"Gabriel?" Dean asks disbelievingly.

AN- Yes, that's right, I brought back Gabriel. I know he's dead, but I loved his character SO much, so I decided what the heck? Why not! Tell me what you thought! I love your reviews! They keep me going!