April was the month of her, she even played a trick on everyone, they all thought She was Cloudia, that is until Stiles refused to go near her. This behaviour was very disturbing, as Meatsuit was getting better at playing Cloudia, and so the Hales phoned Dean right away. Who said he couldn't make it out. That response got all the Hales' Hackles up, Dean always made it out west, and even if he couldn't right away he always gave them a time line. So they phoned again, and every time after the first phone call there was no answer, they even tried the emergency hunter phone, and the emergency, emergency phone, that only Peter and Stiles had the number to.

It took Peter driving out to Bobby's and sneaking around for a few days until John wasn't there to find out that Dean has been missing after a heated phone call with Cloudia.

"Bobby, what was the argument about?"

"I was getting there you idjit," Bobby turned around and walked to his desk "Dean has been researching Niphilim. He found out that they are supposed to be amazingingly powerful beings that can't be killed and have extreme powers. Cloudia has been telling us that the grace is burning up Meat suits soul," Peter nodded he heard Cloudia say that multiple times " But that's not supposed to happen, the only way to get rid of a niphilim is take it's grace, or god has to step in and kill them, no in-between." Bobby flipped through the pages until he came across Dean's neat all caps writing that Peter could identify anywhere.

"So you're saying Cloudia is lying."

"No" Bobby said annoyed, shoving the book at peter " I am saying Michael did this and from all my conversations with that Demon she's a young one, she don't know her ass from her elbow when it comes to Demons and Angels."

Peter scanned the notes "Wait, so Dean found out information that Michael didn't want to be found, and what? kidnapped him." Peter read while Bobby, grumbled and dug through more books. The book Peter was reading was the initial research field based on what Cloudia told them. "No, that's not possible, Michael needs a vessel to do anything in this realm he said so himself, his actual self as an arch angel could kill people just witnessing it how did he kidnap dean."

"Hell if I know, you and I both know that John is John, you are not as sneaky as you think Boy."

"No one is as paranoid as you old man, anyway John didn't see me." Peter mumbled the last bit, and Bobby snorted at the kid. "That still leaves the question who could be his vessel."

"And what did Dean find out?" Bobby added. As he handed Peter a few more note books.

The two looked through Deans notes and it was very interesting getting a glimpse into Dean's research process, Peter had done a lot of research in the same room as his Boyfriend, but actually seeing the ideas jump around on the page was fascinating. He could make significant leaps from nowhere and then the evidence followed, only to loop back again, and if the research didn't work it was never crossed out just a giant pink X in highlighter showed what information was useless with a note saying could be important sometime. Though what made Peter blush as he was going over the months of Dean's research was finding notes about him. Like his favorite things that he mentioned off hand, or certain cases he was working on at the time, and good times to call, or when Peter was out of town. All of it was here how Niphilims are all powerful, abominations that can't be killed, and their powers far exceed their parents , but none of it relates to Stiles, or Cloudia, or what's happening to them.

While Dean's Family and Pack searched for him, he was actually in something a kin to a wish room, he had clothes a bed, when he was hungry he ate whatever he was craving, the only thing the room didn't provide was a door. That brat no older then Laura by Dean's estimate, flew Dean here, left and never came back. That was about a week-ish or so ago. He spent the first day destroying the place trying to get out, fell asleep and the room was as pristine as ever when he woke up again. Mostly dean was bored, he tried praying to Michael but on the 3rd day he realized that chicken wings probably was the one to bring him here. So then he tried an even higher power, God, the big man himself, if Michael calling him his father then God is male. So Dean kneeled on the floor and closed his eyes.

"Dear, God, please get me out of here so I can stop your Dick bag son from destroying my little brother." … Dean peaked with one eye "Amen" and … nothing happened. "Of course not." Sighing Dean went and moped on his bed, until he fell asleep.

Another week or so of pacing and yelling, and throwing tantrums before Dean broke down. "Please, somebody, just let me out of here." Dean cried, before jumping as a hand fell to his shoulder.

"Hello, Dean. My father tells me that my mission has come early." Dean stared at the man who was speaking he looked like one of Peter's accountants, the trench coat was different though.

Dean stumbled back out of reach wiping his tear stained face. "Who the Hell are you?"

"I am Castiel, I am an Angel of the lord."

"Great, another fricken angel." Dean stood up and started pacing again.

"I am here to help you stop my brother."

"Why would you do that?" dean asked not fully trusting him.

"You are my mission Dean, I am to guide you in this war, though I was not expecting to be called so soon." The man stepped forward "let me help you Dean" and the Angel held out his hand with two fingers extended towards Dean's forehead.

Two weeks since everyone found out dean was missing meaning by, Peter and Bobby's estimate that it has been more like three weeks since he actually disappeared. John as aloof as he was when it came to his sons, actually did care. So when he couldn't reach Dean he took off to Sam. When Sam admitted he hasn't seen or heard from Dean in months, because he's been ignoring everyone, John slapped him upside the head and called him a spoiled idiot. John took off without a backwards glance, and told Bobby he would try Noah. Noah was too caught up in his own problems and John felt guilty for not talking with him more, but he did get a last name out of him, where Dean stays when he visits. So John stormed up towards the white two story house of the mysterious Hales, out in the woods and banged on the door.

"Where is my son?" John demanded as soon as the door opened to him.

"Who are you?" Talia asked standing at her full height with Derek behind her. Talia of course knew this was John Winchester, her brother informed her of that, she also met his body once.

John actually looked a bit shocked. "John Winchester. My Son Dean where is he?"

"Not here, we have not heard from him in weeks, we assumed he was with you on one of your apparently very important hunting trips." Talia would not give John an inch, as he tried to glance behind her only to see the glaring face of a young boy.

"My cousin says he stays here when he visits. Where does he stay? "John slumped in on himself he knew she was lying about something but knew he had nothing to threaten her with, he took a step back from the very protective woman. " Please I just want to find him, see if there are any clues to where he is?"

"Derek, show mister Winchester the guest house please, you have the key I believe."

"Yes mum," only after the young boy, Derek, agreed did the Woman move to allow her son out of the door, but she moved no more as the kid led him to the cabin he passed on the way here. The kid never left as he snooped around the cabin. The cabin was well lived in, Dean had clothes here, nice ones, and even children's clothes here. The walls were littered with pictures of Dean and Noah's kid, also presumably the rest of the Hale family. There were paintings and drawing as well obviously done by children some looked rather old and sun-bleached and almost brittle while others were newer. John looked around once more, and nothing to help him find his son, just proof that Dean may not have physically ran away but he still left John a long time ago.

John needed a drink, so he brushed past the scrawny kid and stormed to his car all the while that woman watched his every movement. Driving away John steadily got more and more mad. He can't find his son, Sam looked shocked that his brother was missing, and that John knew where Sam was, but as shocked as Sam was John was even further shocked when Sam said he hasn't heard or seen Dean for months. Dean the one who he thought was keeping tabs on Sam, Dean the one he could depend on, Dean his son who held everything together. John pulled up to his hotel, and drank his problems away. John passed out alone in a cheap motel, wondering when it became so normal.

As everyone searched for Dean, Meat suit plotted how to steal her grace back from the kid. She was going to have an opportunity soon, she made sure the Sherriff would force the brat near then she would strike.