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Castiel was dying.

He felt no pain now thought; ten minutes after he was stabbed. At first it had hurt though. It was sharp and stung and burned all at the same time, but now… now it almost felt like he was floating.

He opened his eyes, not remembering when he had closed them, and there, right above him was the one person that meant everything to him. The person he had betrayed heaven for. The sweet-but-broken man that with eyes as green as any forest on the earth. The man of which had so many freckles Cas could never count them all. The man that had stabbed him.

Dean Winchester.

*********ONE DAY EARLIER*********

"Dean. Dean I think I found something." Sam turned around to see his older brother sprawled across one of the beds, fast asleep. "Dean!" He yelled as he threw a pen at his face. Dean immediately woke up ready and alert, but laid back down when he realized where he was. "Dean." Sam said again, trying to get the older boy's attention.

Dean stared at him. "What the hell was that for?!"

"You were sleeping when we're trying to do a job. I yelled at you but you were determined to sleep."

"So you threw a pen at me?!"

"Sam just shrugged. And turned back to his computer. "So get this, people have been doing weird and violent things, right?" Dean nodded. "Well, not to long after, every person who was acting weird turned up dead after missing for a couple days."

"So what?" Dean said as he made his way over to his brother. "You think we're dealing with a shapeshifter here?"

Sam shrugged. "I hope not, but it is possible. There is one person we can talk to to know for certain though." Dean gave him a questioning look and he pulled up a picture of a middle age man in a blue plaid shirt. "James Eaton. Thirty-two years old, works at the local dinner. Or used to before he was arrested and fired. No known living relatives, and he keeps to himself."

"Let me guess, only survivor and has an insane tale to tell that the cops won't believe."

"Yep." Sam said, already standing up and putting on his jacket.

Dean sighed. "Let's go talk to him."

Knock. Knock, Knock.

" , FBI, we need to talk to you."

Before the door opened, they heard a crashing noise followed by an eye looking through a crack in the door. "What do you want?" He asked.

" ," Sam said. "We just need to talk to you about the incident that you had a couple of weeks ago."

"I already told my story to the cops and was released."

"Um, we know . We just need to follow up on some things."

The man look like he wasn't going to let them in for a moment before he seemed to sag, and open the door all the way. "Fine, but make it quick. I have an interview to get to."

Sam nodded. "Of course."

James opened the door completely, then walked off back to his living room; leaving the boys to follow. "So what do you need to know?" He asked. "And what are your names by the way? I don't think I got them."

"I'm Agent Collins, and this is my partner Agent Speight." Dean answered. "And if you could just run us through the whole story, that would be great."

James scoffed. "You wouldn't believe me."

"Sam shrugged. "Try us."

"Alright. I was at home watching TV when I heard something upstairs. I thought it was someone trying to break in, so I grabbed my baseball bat to protect myself and went for my home phone. But, when I went to dial 911, the phone went all crazy, and I couldn't get a call through. So I decided to go upstairs myself.

"When I got up there, I followed the noise to my room. I-I turned the light on, and there was a man just standing in the middle of the room. He-He turned around when the lights came on and his um… His eyes were completely black. The next thing I knew, there was this black smoke coming at me, then… nothing really. I remember glimpses here and there of things… objects, but nothing clear up until I was getting cuffed with my face pressed to the ground."

Sam and Dean looked at each other. " , can we see you room?" He nodded and they headed to the room.

"We'll only be a minute." Sam said.

James nodded. "Then could you lock the door behind you? I have to get going for my interview." Sam nodded, and the guy left.

Instantly the boys dropped the act and started searching the room. Dean walked over to the dresser, and Sam the window.

"Look," Dean said.

Sam turned to look "Sulfur. Ya, I have it over here to." After that they quickly packed up and headed out. Going back towards the hotel.