AN: I think I finally figured out how to add another chapter… :) And WOW! I can't believe how many people are following this story! I was expecting like 2 and I got 7 in the first day! So thank you all!

I'm still not completely happy with this chapter, but if I don't post this one I can't get to the good stuff! (and for some reason I'm a little happy with the exclamation points! :p )

Chapter 2

"Hotchner." Hotch answers his cell.

"You're never going to believe this. Dean and his brother Sam were arrested early this morning at a gas station just over the state line in Iowa." Garcia says.

"What?"

"Yeah, apparently they stopped for gas and Sam got out of the car covered in blood. They didn't resist arrest and were accompanied by a girl named Claire Novak and her father James, though he claims his name is Castiel."

"They didn't resist arrest?" Hotchner asks skeptically, knowing the brothers' reputation.

"No, and the arrest report says that something seems to be wrong with Dean. It says here that he's only responding to his brother's voice and he doesn't talk, like, at all. Sam has also warned everyone not to touch Dean. He says that Dean will get violent if you do."

"Can you give me the address of the station?"

Garcia quickly finds the information for him and he writes it down. Then he hangs up and goes to the conference room the team has been using as a home-base since they arrived in town around 10:30 that morning, it now being well after noon.

"Both Sam and Dean Winchester are in custody just across the state line in Iowa. Pack things up. We can be there in about two hours." Hotch informs his team, scooping up the little amount of information they had managed to collect so far from the crime scene.

"That was fast." J.J. says.

"How'd they even know that we were looking for them?" Morgan asks.

"They didn't. They were arrested at a gas station because they were covered in blood." Hotch explains.

The team falls silent and looks at each other for a moment before they all jump into action collecting their things and move out.

When they arrive at the station they are greeted by the arresting officers, an older man by the name of Steve Coggle and his younger partner Gorge Okel.

"In your report you said that they didn't resist arrest?" Hotch asks Coggle, as he shakes his hand and gets straight to business.

"That's right. Sam looked like he was in shock or something when I cuffed him. I don't think he realized what was going on until Gorge opened the passenger door to get Dean out. That's when Castiel stepped out. He stopped Gorge from touching Dean and sort of took charge from there. His only concern was that we wouldn't hurt or arrest Claire."

"He didn't try to talk you out of arresting the Winchesters?" Rossi asks.

"Not at all. He told us that he knew we were just doing our job. He even told Claire to do what we told her to." Steve says.

"Did James tell you to call him Castiel?" Reid asks.

"Yeah, he did." Gorge responds. "He got frustrated when we called him James. He kept saying, 'I'm not Jimmy' until we listened to him."

"What is it Reid?" Hotch asks, noticing the perplexed look on the younger man's face.

"Castiel is the angel of Thursdays and travelers, though many people believe that Castiel is another name for Cassiel, the angel of solitude and tears, whom is said to preside over the deaths of kings…"

"You are very well educated; though I am surprised that you would know about me or my sister." The group of agents turns to the new man with questioning looks. "Humans often get us confused; unless they have met us, but most do not even know we exist." He continues unfazed by everyone's stares.

"My name is Castiel." He adds.

He hesitantly offers his hand as if unsure if it is the right action for these circumstances.

"Nice to meet you, Castiel." J.J. offers with a pleasant smile as she shakes his hand, the rest of the team hesitantly following suit.

"I certainly wish we could have met under more pleasant circumstances. Unfortunately, Dean is not well and I don't know how to help him." Castiel looks distressed at his own words and looks towards the back of the small station where Sam and Dean are being held.

"Castiel, would you mind explaining to me what happened? Let's sit down over here and talk." Rossi says, ushering him into a small conference room.

"Why do I get the feeling this is going to be a weird one?" Morgan asks when they're out of earshot.

"Because it's always a weird one." Reid replies, watching the trench-coated man as he sits at the table with Rossi.

"While he's doing that, we might as well set up what we know. There is still a chance that our un-sub is not Dean Winchester, though it is definitely suspicious that the Winchesters were at the crime scene." Morgan says.

"Do you really think they're innocent?" J.J. questions.

"Maybe of this crime, but regardless, they are both wanted for murder." Hotchner says seriously.

Sam sits leaning against the wall on the floor across from where his brother sits on the bench, still staring into space. Dean hasn't moved since they arrived at the station around 2:30 that morning and he's worried. Dean is definitely not acting like himself and he doesn't know what to do. Sam stands up, and after restlessly pacing like a caged animal for what feels like an eternity, he joins his brother on the bench. He sighs, leaning back against the wall. What were they going to do? There was no way the police would just release them; they were both wanted for multiple murders. Murders they hadn't committed of course, but they were the only ones that knew they were innocent… But now Dean was actually guilty. His brother had killed five people. The thought doesn't sit well with Sam and he shifts uncomfortably.

Sam looks at him. Dean's pale and has a pained expression on his face. Sam, unwilling to let his brother silently suffer in his own mind any longer, calls his brother's name and hesitantly puts his hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean's reaction to the touch is almost instantaneous. One moment they're both sitting on the bench, and the next Sam is on his back with his brother's hands wrapped around his throat. He manages a slap across Dean's face while trying to pry his brother's fingers from his throat, and easily switches their positions. He immediately lets go when an expression of horror crosses Dean's face and he brings a hand to his face where Sam hit him.

"Dean?" Sam asks cautiously, his voice ruff from being strangled.

Dean meets Sam's eyes, clearly horrified by what he just did.

"I…I…Sam?" he half whispers.

Dean's eyes start to water and he bites his lip and looks away. He doesn't move from his spot lying on the floor. Sam absentmindedly rubs at his throat.

After an uncomfortable silence Sam says softly "Dean… we need to get you cleaned up man."

Dean doesn't reply, but goes over to the small sink and starts to rinse off the blood on his hands, avoiding even looking in his brother's direction.

"Let me help you." Sam urges gently, pulling out a bandana he keeps for bandaging hunting wounds.

Dean pauses and lets Sam help him, but refuses to look at his brother even as the younger man wipes blood from his face.

"Dean, do you know where we are?" Sam asks as he rubs at a clump of dried blood in Dean's hair.

Dean looks at him annoyed, but quickly looks away again.

"Yeah Sammy, I know where we are."

Sam sighs. 'At least he's responding now.' he thinks, a little relieved and a lot worried.