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Before I begin my story I would just like to mention that this is my first story and I am not used to the setup of this all so if things are in the wrong place like this message for instance I would like to kindly ask that you (the reader) understand my predicament, constructive criticism is welcome and I hope that you enjoy.

Chapter 1

This is a tale about a man. A noble man, a kind man, a man who was currently running for his life…

To begin our tale I would just like to make something clear:

Angels are real, not only angels but God, heaven the whole malarkey, and yes that does include other creatures such as vampires, lycanthropes, ghosts and monstrous demons of every variety. But we shouldn’t fear these creatures, not because they are friendly because they are quite the opposite, some of them will turn on you at a bar or something and rip out your throat or disembowel you in a supermarket. No, we shouldn’t fear them because there are people around the world who dedicate their lives to finding and stopping these terrible creatures by any means possible and have been doing so for generations. But this story isn’t about all of them, this story tells of two specific hunters, two brothers who have stood side by side and battled victoriously to rid the world of such monsters facing danger and heartache at every turn, these two hunters are known as Sam and Dean Winchester.

Dean sat on the couch, eating the last of the cherry pie as he often did at this hour (this hour being Midnight on a Saturday). As the snow stirred restlessly outside in the cold winter breeze Dean couldn’t help but wonder what Castiel (angle of the lord) was doing right about now. He sighed deeply, it had been over two months since he had seen his innocent smile and he was really starting to miss Cas. Even if he was annoying sometimes, Dean considered Castiel his best friend, (after Sam who was of course his top priority, being a big brother was always his first job and he took that very seriously) but Castiel was very special to Dean, more than he knew, and even more than Dean liked to admit. He shook the thoughts from his mind and in an attempt to regain a sliver of happiness he began to flick through his “Busty Asian Beauties” magazine. When he grew tired of this and decided he craved human contact, he began to seek out Sam. He looked around in the bunker, checking Sam’s room before investigating his own, then he realised that by the power of elimination, Sam must be in the library which now made sense to him, as Sam’s favourite room is the library.
Dean pushed on the large heavy solid-wooden door, and with a mighty creak it swung open to reveal the library which was a dimly lit room that’s floor was covered in a thick blanket of dusty, musty smelling books that contained information about everything that ranged from lore to Mythology and etc. The books were all open to different pages and were arranged in a big semi-circle in which Sam was currently residing in the middle with the thickest of the books drawn up to his stern face.

“Hey Sammy,” Dean began, Sam looked up from his research to look at his brother, “how’s the nerd stuff going?” he continued,

Sam gave him a trademarked “Sam Winchester look” number 7, the look which said “I get that you are my brother and all, but make fun of my intellectual prowess and I swear I will end you,”

“My research” he emphasized “is going fine, look”

And with that he gestured the book at Dean who, standing uncomfortably against the door frame crouched beside his little brother and read the passage that Sam was pointing to, it read:

“ Upon the Brimstone he does tread,
the fire sparking bright and red,
a man duth walk now full of dread,
that is what is to become of the dead,
but there is a way to save the…”

There was a large rip right down the page and the bottom half was missing.

“thats real weird Sammy but I don’t care much for poetry,” Dean smirked at his brother “what’s with the missing part of the page?”

“I’m not sure but heres where it gets weird,” Sam directed Deans attention to the corner of the page, right next to the tear line was a small, barely legible hand written number in blue ink,

“It says 309” continued Sam “But I can’t figure out what the heck it’s supposed to mean, I’ve tried to check other books for the answer but there is nothing that tells what the poem or the number means, all I know is, the number was written after the page was torn.”

Dean looked at the book in confusion, he handed it back to Sam and stood up, he stretched his back and looked down at the page one last time, he patted Sam firmly on the back,

“Youll figure it out book-worm, you always do. Just use that gigantic head of yours.”

Sam glared at Dean once again.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right” Sam stood up and joined his brother,

“I always am,” Dean stated proudly, “C’mon, let’s get some sleep before its tomorrow morning.”

The two Winchesters went to their rooms and lay in their beds, but neither one of them slept that night, it wasn’t often that a Winchester would actually sleep much during the night and tonight was no exception. But as Sam lay thinking about the poem and the number and what might be on the other half of the page and Dean stared at his ceiling thinking about all the sad things in his past, an Angel who went by the name Castiel lay still in a hotel bed, he looked slowly to his left, a blonde woman lay sleeping in her underwear next to him, he too stared solemnly at the ceiling and even though they were miles apart, Dean and Castiel far too sad for this world, sighed a deep sigh in unison, Castiel missed Dean, he also meant a lot to Castiel, as Dean was the reason that he stayed on Earth but neither Dean or Castiel were ready to admit to themselves let alone to each-other how they truly felt about one another. But Castiel knew deep down that he may never be able to confess his feelings to Dean and this thought terrified him beyond the point of anxiety, and that is why Castiel knew that he was doing the right thing by keeping his distance from the Winchesters, they had already been through so much with Dean just becoming a demon and trying to kill Sam. But he also felt too bone crushingly alone, like a small pain that kept gnawing at his heart until sometimes it was too painful to bare. But as three men reflected and contemplated their problems, none of them could have possibly known what fate was awaiting them. But the night dragged on the wind out-side howled ferociously and the snow swirled and set upon the bare and barren scene.

Dean’s eyes opened groggily, he looked around the room it was still dark and it was cold, really cold. His breath was made visible in the crisp air.

“What the heck?!” he groaned, “I’m freezing my ass off in here!”

He stood up, throwing his blanket aside like meat to a hound. He pulled on a pair of jeans and slipped on a red checked shirt, he left his room, closing the door firmly behind him. The whole bunker was freezing, Dean decided it best to ask Sam. He looked in Sam’s bedroom, the kitchen and various other rooms in the “Bat-cave” then remembered, the library. So he half-jogged down to the library, shivering as he did. But as he opened the door to the library which was also exceedingly chilly he saw Sam. But he wasn’t sitting in the half semi-circle of open books doing his research, He was lying face down, motionless and a large serrated knife that had been plunged into him was still sticking out of his blood-soaked back.

“Sammy?” Dean called, his voice wavered and his eyes filled with hot tears, his chest instantly ached and his heart throbbed hard and fast in his ears. “Sammy!” he called again, as if the fact that his baby brother was truly dead had just suddenly reached him.

Dean fell to his knees beside Sam. He lay across his brother and cried and yelled curse words and held his brother’s body close, and for a moment he thought he heard Sammy’s heart beat once again, he stopped breathing a moment and he felt dizzy and an over-whelming sense of joy fell upon him but then he realised that it was only the sad lonely beat of his own that thumped against his brother. The disappointment hit him like a bullet causing him to call out:

“Cas, Cas!”

After about 13 seconds Castiel appeared behind him,

“What’s the problem Dean?” Castiel questioned in his usual gruff voice.

But Dean didn’t react to Castiel’s sudden apparition, he didn’t answer his question or even acknowledge his presents, he just remained crouching by his brother’s side, but Castiel hadn’t noticed Sam yet,

“Dean, what’s wrong?” he asked with deep concern in his voice, “Dean? Dean…Where’s Sam?”

Dean stood up slowly, he backed away from Sam. Castiel immediately saw his body,

“Oh God! Sam?!” He rushed over to his body but he knew that there was nothing he could do, Sam had been dead for too long to heal him. His heart suddenly sunk in his chest, his head felt fuzzy and his limbs felt numb. He asked himself “was this sensation grief? Was this what humans felt when someone close to them is suddenly just gone forever?”

“Dean, what the heck happened?”

“I-I-I found him like this, he,” Dean stammered, “Wait Cas! You can heal him!” he said excitedly, he grabbed Castiel by the shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes, Castiel looked at him, he inspected Dean’s face, and his green eyes were glazed with tears with the whites of his eyes were stained with the pink of blood-shot, He could feel the pain in Dean’s heart through his facial expression and shaking hands.

“Dean, I can’t, he is…” Castiel began,

Dean knew exactly what he was about to say, he fell into Castiel’s arms,

“I’m sorry Dean but,” Castiel continued as he hugged Dean closely “Sam’s gone.”

Chapter 2

Dean didn’t talk much after that morning, he had nobody to talk to, so he just carried on hunting monsters like normal. He couldn’t bear to be in the bunker alone and Cas was never around. Dean couldn’t understand why this had happened and no matter how many nights he spent thinking about it as he lay sleepless in his bed, or on the couch or in Sam’s bed in which he sometimes slept to make himself feel better, he could never quite come to terms with the fact that his own brother was murdered, but his heart wasn’t missing, so probably not a werewolf, he wasn’t drained so most likely not a vampire, perhaps a poltergeist? But there were no ghosts in the bunker as far as they knew, could, could it have been…a human? Thoughts like this often ran through Dean’s head. But it wasn’t the images of Sammy’s corpse that viciously haunted Dean, even though these images made his chest ache with sorrow and his eyes well with tears, no; what truly hurt the most was that the bastard who killed his baby brother was still out there, he was probably laughing at the pain in Sam’s eyes as the life drained miserably from them, it was this thought, this possibility that hurt Dean the most, it was this that made Dean question the value off his own life which was already hanging low, it was this that made Dean angry, so angry that his vision went burry with fury and his fists shook with frustration, frustration that taunted him with the fact that he may never find this monster and he may never avenge Sammy.

Not so far away, Castiel the angel was sitting solemnly upon the window-sill of his hotel room, as he gazed out at the stars that glowed intimidatingly above him.

“Why?” he whispered to the world, “Why do you taunt us with your lies of happiness, lure us into believing that we actually have a hope of love when at the last moment, you rip it away from us and leave us with nothing but sorrow, heart-ache and memories that once seemed to be pleasant but now hurt too much to even think about, why do you do this to your creations, you have us all scrambling at your feet, calling to you in our darkest hour only to have you disappoint and injure our spirits. You couldn’t possibly do anything worse, but you’ve surprised us before,” his soft voice trailed off.

He thought not of Sam when saying these words, even though he had been grieving hard, he was thinking about Dean, for he truly believed that this was it, he would never see, hear or speak to Dean again, and Castiel presumed that Dean may blame him for not saving his brother. Loosing Sam was hard enough, but loosing Dean too would be unbearable. Castiel turned his back to the night, he was thinking once again, trying desperately to find some way, something he could do to make this all right again, to make Dean feel better. “But what?” He asked himself.

“That’s it!” he exclaimed with excitement, the thought had just come to him, how could he be so dumb!? “All I want is for Dean to be happy” he began with such hope in his voice, “and all Dean wants” he continued, “is his brother!” and so it was right then that Castiel the angel made it is personal mission to bring Sam back.

The snow sat drearily on the cool crisp ground outside. “The world is a meaningless void only ended by the graceful gift of death,” Dean read the Horoscope section of the newspaper, “well that’s just cheerful” he groaned sarcastically. Castiel appeared behind him,

“Dean,” he said shyly, he was really nervous about confronting him, but then he noticed Dean was reading the newspaper “Sorry, I’ll come back another time,” he added, but just before he was about to disappear Dean piped in,

“Wait Cas,” he turned round to look as Castiel, who was standing anxiously awaiting his reply, he hadn’t seen him in so long, and it felt good to talk to someone familiar, he paused awkwardly before saying,

“I-I just wanted to say that it” he stopped inspecting Castiel’s face, he noted the slight joy in his eyes, “Sorry, what were you saying?” he finally ended shaking his head.

“Oh” Castiel said, suddenly remembering what he was going to tell Dean, “I, uh, was thinking that, err,”

“C’mon Cas, I would like to hear it before I become a ghost,” he joked,

“Dean, I just wanted to ask you,” he paused, trying hard to regain some confidence, “Dean, I just wanted to let you know that I have made it my mission to get Sam back, what-ever it takes.”

Dean looked at him, he was lost for words. He didn’t know whether to say thank-you or tell him not to because it would be dangerous, but he felt selfish for wanting to goad him on in saving Sam, for he did truly missed him.

“Cas, I, you can’t, how would you even, I” he stuttered, “Cas, no, it’s too dangerous I can handle it myself” he resumed deciding the right thing to do.

“Dean, I didn’t come here for your permission, I came here to let you know and to ask you for some help.” He replied,

Dean looked at him with astonishment and gratitude

“What d’you need? Just say the word and I’ll get it done.” Dean stated,

“I’ll need those books down in the library, all of Sam’s notes and some of those hamburgers, please.”

And with that interesting note, they were off, on a quest to rescue a Winchester from death but as both the boys knew, this was definitely not going to be a simple task.

Chapter 3

Sam opened his eyes, but the place where he was made him feel as if they were still closed, as it was so dark. The ground was incomprehensible, no walls were visible, just more darkness, Sam stood up and began walking, and walking, and walking in the never ending dark. But then Sam saw a woman, just a few feet up ahead. He ran towards her, he was so happy to see another human and the overwhelming loneliness was over. But as he drew closer he realised, this wasn’t just a woman; this was his mother. Sam and Dean’s mother had been murdered when Sam was only a baby, and Sam had always blamed himself for this, and when Dean was a demon, he admitted that he did too. Sam stopped in his tracks, he just stood there staring at her, unable to believe that it was really her. Her long blonde hair was a mess and her skin and clothes were covered in blood and were slightly charred.

“Mom?” he asked, as he did his voice wavered slightly,

The figure stared at his face, then she turned around and began walking away from him.

“Mom! Wait!” he called out after her, he began to run towards her, but as he caught-up to her and was about to rest his hand on her shoulder, she turned around and hissed at him. He jumped back away from her, her face contorted into that of a nightmare, with pail blue skin, black-eyes and rows of razor sharp teeth, his eyes widened as he examined the creature which he had now realised was not his mother. It moved towards him, he edged back, then abruptly it spoke, in his mother’s loving and tender voice,

“Hello Sammy,” there was a pause of bewildered silence, “Don’t you recognise your own mother?”

“You are not my mother, my mother died long ago, you are just some sick demon parading around in her body!”

“Oh but I am your mother Sammy” she persisted,

“Stop calling me that!” Sam growled “You are not my mom!”

“No Sammy, I am your mother, or at-least I was, I have come to tell you something Sammy, something that everybody knows but you.” She mocked,

Sam stared at her, the fury rising in his body, he gritted his teeth.

“All of this,” She looked deep into his eyes, “Is your fault!”

“What?”

“Yes Sammy, it is all your fault, it is your fault that there has been nothing but sadness and hatred in the Winchester family, it is all because of you! I never asked for you, you were a curse right from the beginning, and everybody around you knows that. Even Dean, your own brother hates you, you are, after all the reason that I am dead! They all blame you for everything, and they are all right, Sam Winchester is a burden, you were always the little one, always getting Dean into trouble, and now he has finally gotten rid of you, for good this time.” She declared.

“w-what are you talking about?” Sam mumbled “for good?”

And with that, “Mary Winchester” disappeared, leaving Sam alone in the dark once again.

Chapter 4

Castiel spent most of his time down in the library, he was hitting the books hard, he started to arrange all of the books into a large circle which he positioned himself in the centre. He flicked through pages upon pages of lore, mythology, hunter-biased historical text and etcetera. He had begun his research as soon as he told Dean the news and had been at it for about 5 hour. But as his body grew stiff and his neck ached he just reminded himself why he was doing this. He would sit there, reading (a concept which for him, was quite foreign) for as long as it took to gain some answers and complete his quest. Dean had been helping, but he had been called out on a personal favour in which he had to commit. When Dean returned it was 1:00 in the morning. He sauntered down to the library to see how Castiel was getting on, but as he pushed open the door he saw that he had fallen asleep across the books that he was reading. Dean crouched beside him and gently shook his shoulder, Castiel’s eyes flickered open.

“You fell asleep dude, maybe it’s time to,” Dean paused, “give this up”

Castiel looked deep into Dean’s eyes,

“It will never be time to give up, I told you that I would get Sam back and I meant it Dean, I just need something to help me stay awake.”

Dean suddenly realised exactly what Castiel needed.

“Wait here” he said, fleeing the room,

Dean re-entered the room with two steaming mugs. He handed one to Cas with a smile, Castiel looked down at the beverage, a look of confusion swept across his face.

“I don’t understand, how this is going to help me stay awake?” He asked,

“Try it,” Dean smirked a knowing smirk, “it’s really strong”

As they both took a sip of their drink Dean watched as the caffeine took its effect on Castiel.

“What is this?” he questioned taking another sip,

“Its Winchester coffee” he replied, a look of joy hung around him,

“Winchester coffee,” Castiel whispered back at him, he smiled slightly,

Chapter 5

Sam wandered around in the dark, he had lost all sense of time, but he felt as if he had been walking for hours, perhaps a day. But then he noticed something, far in the distance, it was a house. He walked speedily towards it, when he reached it he realised that it seemed familiar, but he couldn’t quite figure out why. He entered, cautiously forcing open the door using his good shoulder (the other of which was still injured). But as he entered he recognised where he was. It was Bobby’s house.

“What the hell?” Sam exclaimed

All of a sudden he was struck across the head by a hand, not very hard but hard enough for it to hurt. He swung round to see Bobby standing there staring at him.

“Bobby?”

“What the heck are you doin’ down here ya idjit?!” Bobby asked quite angrily,

“I don’t even know where here is,”

“Come sit down, I’ll explain it to ya”

The two of them went into the kitchen and sat at the table which was slightly dirty and looked as if it hadn’t been used in a while.

“Youre dead Sammy,” Bobby blurted out,

“What?” Sam gasped,

“I’m sorry but that’s the way it is.”

“But, I, we, what?” Sam stuttered, he couldn’t quite grasp what Bobby was saying “Does that mean that this is…”

“Yip, sure is, but it slightly different”

“How come?” Sam asked, finally excepting the fact,

“Well, after that nonsense with Dean-” Bobby began before he was interrupted by Sam,

“Wait, you know about that?”

“Of-course I do, now quit interrupting or I just won’t tell ya.” Bobby said, “Now, after that nonsense with Dean being a demon and all, Crowley didn’t take the “break-up” very well, he was killing all sorts, humans and demons alike, but then he began to think up new ways to torture souls and eventually he came up with this one, “the Hell games” he keeps calling it, I think that he has been watching those movies and that thing he had with Dean has all gone to his head” Bobby continued, “Now the thing you need to know Sam is that none of this is real, but if you get hurt here, your body up-top will take a beating too, there is a way to win these games but I’m not sure how, so all you have to do is survive and I reckon that if we stay fit until he has stopped his bitch-fit, we should be alright, but Sam, there are things down here, things that don’t even linger in the nightmares of psychopaths.”

“But how did I get here?” Sam asked, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation of the answer,

“That’s one thing that I just don’t know, don’t you remember anything?” Bobby replied,

“I, I don’t remember anything, but it was really cold, in the bunker, it wasn’t just cold, it was freezing, oh, wait, I remember, I heard this voice, when I was asleep, it was kinda weird. I thought that I was dreaming but it felt so real.”

“What did the voice say?” Bobby asked eagerly,

“Go to the library,” He replied,

The two of them grew silent each of them deep in thought. The silence was finally broken when there was a sudden unexpected knock at the door which caused them each to jump slightly, Bobby stood up, and he went to the door and peered through the eye-hole. Sam walked over to join him, bobby moved aside to let Sam see, the person on the other side of the door was a tall, burly man dressed completely in black.

“Who is it?” Sam asked Bobby,

“Someone from my past” he emphasised.

Sam reached for the door knob,

“Don’t.” Bobby said hastily “it’s better if I do this alone”

He looked at Sam, he could tell that Bobby was slightly scared, Sam left, retreating to the kitchen once again, where he remained for two hours before Bobby returned, his shirt stained with the deep scarlet of blood. He was shaking a little.

“You okay?” Sam questioned

“Yeah,” Bobby responded quietly

Although Sam doubted Bobby’s answer he decided it was best not to probe at it.

Chapter 6

After a few nights of researching for hours on end, Castiel had made his way through 36 cups of “Winchester coffee” and with-out noticing it, he was addicted. He had read almost half of the books in the library. Then suddenly Castiel noticed that a book had been pushed under one of the shelves, he pulled it out and blew on the cover. He then wiped it with his sleeve and read the title,

“The ancient history of hunters and demons” he whispered to himself.

He flicked through the pages until one page was too short to change, as Castiel inspected it he realised that it had been torn in half,

“Dean! I found something!” he yelled out,

Dean crouched beside him,

“What is it?”

“I don’t know, but it seems familiar to me, I think that I’ve heard this before,”

Dean read out the memorable passage,

“ Upon the Brimstone he does tread,
the fire sparking bright and red,
a man duth walk now full of dread,
that is what is to become of the dead,
but there is a way to save the…”

He vanquished the lump from his throat. “Sammy showed me this, what do you think it means?”

“It sounds to me like a spell,” Castiel added,

“Spell? You mean like witch-craft, as in “Charmed” magical kinda crap?” Dean laughed to himself,

Castiel face broke into a big smile, “I understand that reference now, but yeah, like in “Charmed”.”

“It sounds like a spell, for raising the dead” Castiel continued his original point,

They both looked at each other, each with a knowing smile on their face.

“So we can get him back?” Dean asked,

“If we find the other half of the page.”

Chapter 7

“How many does that, make now?” Sam enquired,

“21 so far!” Bobby yelled back to him over the noise of the creatures that had been trying to break into the house.

“What are they?!” Sam shouted,

“Naylocks, creatures of the darkness, they feed on human soul!” Bobby barked,

As arms cladded with sharp claws gouged at the two men through the breaks that they had made in the once beautiful door, the two men fought them back by hitting chunks of broken, splintered wood from the door off of the flailing arms. They clawed at the doors interior,

“Hold the door Sam, I’ll be right back!” Bobby said as he withdrew from the pulsating door, and trusting Sam with the task he ran to another part of the house and retrieved his shotgun. When he returned Sam was sitting on the ground holding the door shut with the strength of his back and was batting the clawing arms by swinging the wood overhead. Bobby cocked his gun, he pointed it at the door way,

“Brace yourself Sammy,” Bobby advised as he fired his gun, it struck one of the beasts and the rest fled, just as Bobby had hoped. “Quickly,” he said as he opened the door and dragged the creature inside.

It was a man-sized, animal like hybrid, it had dark grey skin and spikes across its spine, its rib-cage stuck out in such a disturbing manner and its legs bent backwards like a bird. Sam watched in horror and disgust as Bobby drew a bloody line across its stomach. The two sides of skin separated and the beast’s guts were revealed. Sam swallowed the puke which had reluctantly arose. Bobby picked up the inners with his bare hands and went to the door, Sam opened the door and Bobby spread the guts and blood from his hands all over the doorway and porch. He was masking the smell of human. When the job of gut-spreading was finished, Sam and Bobby nailed the pieces of broken door back on across the cracks and breaks that now existed on the door. They went back to the kitchen.

“We need to figure a way outta here” Bobby sighed, “I am so tired of being Crowley’s play-thing”

“We will,” Sam exhaled, “We will,” he whispered more to himself than Bobby, he looked to the ground,

“Hey Sammy” Bobby asked solemnly,

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” he asked leaving the room in awkward silence until,

“No,” Sam finally answered “But I, we will be”

Bobby opened a bottle of scotch and the two slowly drank their troubles away, and for one moment, Sam’s words seemed to be true.

To be continued...