A/n: So I feel terrible for not having a Halloween story to post this year. It's my favorite holiday, my favorite time of year, and it just got away from me since I've been busy. For that I apologize, but to make up for it I've decided to post another chapter of this story. I have 12 and a half chapters for this so far, but finding time has gotten harder.

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Chapter 4

"Yeah, right, and I'm the Prince of Egypt." Dean retorted.

"You're Dean Winchester," the man who claimed to be an angel responded. His response threw the elder Winchester off guard.

Squinting suspiciously at Castiel, he said "you don't know me." The man moved his right hand with his index and middle finger outstretched and aimed for Dean's forehead. The moment they touched, he felt a weird sensation unlike anything he'd ever felt then nothing. He looked down at his bloody nails and was surprised to see no blood at all. The pain and the cuts had vanished and when he ran his hands over where Gordon had used his knife, he found no signs he'd been injured. Dean looked at the man standing in front of him clad in a tan trench coat, suit, and tie. The elder Winchester's eyes were wide and his mouth was agape. "How did...What did you do to me?"

"I healed you," the angel answered simply. Dean continued to stare incredulously for awhile longer before turning his attention to his surroundings.

"Where are we?" He asked as he looked around him. He was once again outside but even with the snow, he didn't feel as cold as he had back at the cemetery. A few feet from where they stood there was an unoccupied playground covered in white and a bit further down from that was what appeared to be a lake. Dean couldn't tell from where he was standing, but he imagined it was likely frozen over. The scene was a nice one, peaceful, by far the best he'd seen since his journey out of the cemetery.

"Somewhere safe," Castiel replied. Although that was a comforting response, there was still somewhere he'd rather be. "So if you know I'm Dean, do you know about my brother?" The elder Winchester asked cautiously.

"Yes, I know about Sam Winchester."

"And do you know where he is?"

"No."

"But you can find him right? I mean you found me and I was holed up in some funky ass prison."

"I knew where to find you, but I can't detect Sam's whereabouts."

Dean's brow furrowed. "What? Why not?!"

"He appears to be cloaked from angels. Some kind of spell."

"Why would Sam hide from angels?"

"I'm not certain the spell is his doing. Or that he's even aware of it," Castiel explained. Dean felt his chest tighten at the thought of his brother being held captive as he had and this time unlike himself, his capturer knew about angels and how to keep people hidden from them.

"We've gotta find him," he reported.

"I'm afraid I can't do that Dean," the man in the trench coat said.

"We've gotta try!"

"Sam isn't my priority."

"I don't give a shit who's your priority!" Dean snapped. "He's my brother and he could be in trouble! I need to find him!"

"I've already explained to you that I'm unable to locate him," Castiel raised his voice in frustration. A thought occupied the elder Winchester's brain.

"Maybe you can't, but I know someone who can." He turned from the angel and started heading towards the entrance and exit of the park.

"Where are you going?"

"To someone who can help," he said over his shoulder. The trench coated man appeared in front of Dean catching him off guard and causing him to jump back.

"I can take you."

"Thanks but I've had my fill of unicorn magic today."

Castiel reached out and touched Dean's forehead with his fingers once again and just as before, everything started spinning. The next time he opened his eyes, he found himself standing among various cars, jeeps, SUVs, and trucks all of which had ice on their windshields and snow on their hoods. The elder Winchester looked around, taking in the familiar sight before heading for the front door. He knocked three times and when no one answered, he rang the doorbell.

"I'm comin' keep yer shirt on!" He heard a gruff voice call out. Dean could feel his heart pounding in his chest as the sound of boots drew closer until they ceased and the door opened. "It's about damn time you-" the hunter stopped short as he stared up at the elder Winchester with his eyes wide and his mouth open.

"Hey Bobby," he started with a grin "long time no see huh?" The owner of the house looked from Dean to Castiel back to Dean speechless. The younger man barely had time to get out of the older man's way before a dagger came flying at him. It didn't dig deep, but the hunter managed to knick his arm as he swung again. Dean hissed and placed a hand to his injury.

"Bobby? What the fuck-?"

The owner's eyes snapped to the cut on Dean's arm. "Alright so yer not a shifter," he said out loud to himself as he saw red peeking through the man's fingers. He leaned in and grabbed an iron poker and swung it.

"Hey hey hey hey! Whoah! Bobby stop! It's me, Dean!"

"Yeah and I'm Vanna White!" He moved to take another swing. Before he could make contact, Castiel placed his fingers on the hunter's forehead like he had done with Dean's and held them there. There was a strange sound almost as though someone was whispering in a foreign language and then Bobby's eyes rolled in the back of his head and he collapsed to the ground. Immediately the elder Winchester dropped down next to him, placing his index and middle finger on his neck. Once he was able to find and successfully check his pulse, Dean sighed and then glared back up at the angel.

"What the hell did you do to him?"

"He's asleep. He should wake in an hour or two."

The younger man shook his head. "We can't just leave him here. Help me move him to the couch." Castiel moved to place his fingers back on the unconscious man's head but Dean blocked him.

"Hey whoah! We're doing it my way. Grab his wrists, I'll grab his ankles. On the count of three we'll lift and carry him. Ready? One, two, three!" Both the angel and the younger man began to walk as carefully as they could towards Bobby's couch where they laid him down gently. "Alright now that that's over...Sam?" Dean moved away from the study room and began to head back towards the hall where he exited the front door. "SAM!" He called out cupping his hands around his mouth to help carry his call.

"Your brother isn't here Dean," Castiel reassured him. The elder Winchester scanned around him ignoring the angel's words and when he didn't find him, he rushed back into the house shutting the door behind him. Dean hurried up the stairs and knocked and opened every door. When he came up empty, he jogged back down and investigated the kitchen. It was cluttered as it had been the last time he'd seen the place, books and dishes everywhere and his computer sitting unused in its usual spot on the table. Just as he turned to leave the room, a group of papers pinned to a corkboard caught his eye. The handwriting looked sloppy, as though he'd been in a hurry when he wrote it. It appeared to Dean to be notes of a sort, like Bobby had been tracking something. Places throughout the US were listed along with things written next to them such as "cattle mutilation" or "thunderstorms" or "unusual temperature fluctuation." As he moved his eyes back and forth reading everything, a single word written in red sharpie with a question mark caused the man to freeze and his breath to catch in his throat. Next to Ponatiac Illinois was "Sam?" Dean took up the paper and flipped it to the back, but nothing else on it or anything else had any further information concerning his sibling.

The younger man returned to the study room where the angel stood next to the still sleeping owner on the sofa. His blue eyes snapped to Dean as he re-entered. Castiel's face remained expressionless.

"I told you Sam wasn't here."

"No, but Bobby may have had an idea on where to start." Dean showed him the paper he had found with his brother's name on it.

"Sam is a common name. How can you be certain he means Sam Winchester?"

"Easy, we ask him."

Before anyone could say anything else, Dean slapped the hunter hard on the cheek. When he got no response, he tried again.

"That won't work. He's going to have to wake up on his own," the trench coated man explained. Then tilting his head and peering down at Bobby he added "it shouldn't be much longer now. Have patience."

"I don't have time for patience! Sam could be in danger for all I know!" The angel shot his head up so that his gaze was fixed on the ceiling."What now?" Dean questioned noticing the strange behavior of his company. Without a word, the sound of a giant wings rang through the room much like it had back in the prison, and Castiel was gone.

"Dick," Dean mumbled under his breath. He sighed and grabbed the chair that sat behind the hunter's study desk and pulled it so that it was closer to the couch. With nothing left to do, the elder Winchester sat down in the seat, and waited for his friend to wake up hoping that the second time they reunited would be less violent and more productive. If anyone knew where Sam was and what had happened after he had sacrificed himself in the cemetery, it was the man who introduced them to this life to begin with.

A/n: Thank you for reading! I hope everyone has a safe and fun day! To all those who celebrate, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!