Hey! Welcome back! Another chapter...so I still haven't really decided if this is just going to be like in between seasons of is going to go along with the story. All I know is that it's not going to be in seasons 1-6. So yeah...sorry. And *disclaimer* I don't own anything related to Supernatural or the CW-I only own my OC's. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the read. I'll see you at the end of the chapter-cupcakekiller12

"Castiel," the boy repeated, "you're the angel that I saw in the park!"
Castiel and Sam looked at each other for a moment. The angel's eyes withheld his thoughts on the matter but really he was curious-not angry-but curious on how the boy knew his name. The boy didn't look like an angel-typically angels chose older vessels; not nine year old kids who barely know what their doing.

Sam on the hand couldn't help but show he confused look. He looked Castiel and then at Dylan, "You know him?"
"No," Cas replied.

Neither did Dylan.

The only thing he knew was this angel's name, nothing more-nothing less. In fact Dylan had never seen this man before in his life besides at the park. But how did he know his name-an angel's name…it's like the name had been buried in dust for millions year and just now he had dusted off the cobwebs. The funny thing is though, the name made him smile-like being reunited with an old friend.

Then Sam looked at Dylan, "How do you know him?"

The dark brown headed child shrugged, "I saw him at the park."
"And…" Sam continued for the boy.

"I saw his wings in the light." Dylan informed with a smile.

The angel wasn't stunned by that fact. He already knew that a few mortals could see him for what he truly was and typically those special few stay their distance away. Angels that are on Earth are there for a reason and humans' distracting them is mostly a bad idea. But this kid didn't see problem with talking to Castiel-no awkwardness or uneasiness.

It was actually kind of cute.

Castiel looked at the demon hunter, "You alright Sam?"

He nodded, "Yeah…I'm fine Cas."
Then the angel looked at the boy, "Who are you?"

"I'm Dylan," the young boy replied, "Dylan Young,"

Being a kid he easily brushed off the fact that Castiel was an angel and Sam tried to kill him. It was almost scary that he didn't seem to care. It seemed that he was used to switching topics at ease.

Dylan walked over to one of the churches windows, since he wasn't full grown yet he stood on his tippy-toes and put his elbows on the edging of the window. He looked outside to see a beautiful sunrise with reds, oranges, the beginnings of blue to symbolize the day.

"It's nice scene." Dylan informed.

But for some reason he knew it wasn't the best he's seen before-but what was that sight that made his heart speed up and made the smile on his face grow. What was the sight that made him cheerful? He couldn't think of what it was but for some reason watching the sun rise here made him think of it.

Then a phone rang.

It made everyone jump, the silence in the small church made everyone comfortable, and strangely at peace. No surprise that it was Dean Winchester calling his brother. Dean always had felt responsible for his brother Sam. He's sold his soul, came back from hell-several times-what else-oh right, he saved his brother from hell. And in those times he's never quite caught a break.

"I'm fine Dean," Sam said to the mic of his phone, "I'm at some church-yeah Cas is here-and Dylan-yes Dean that's his name..." as he listened to his brother Sam turned his back on Cas and talked in a whispering tone, "he's not a demon, Dean…he's…something else…yeah like Cas-we're fine-"

"I'm not too sure about that," Dylan informed as he glanced back at the two men, "they're here."

"Who's here?" Castiel wondered as he stepped near the window.

"The black-eyed people," the boy said calmly, "their right across the street."

The truth was that Dylan was scared. He could hear his heart beat faster as a paralyzing spike of fear rose up and down his back. The pervious events from last night flashed before his eyes.

His mother's devilish, possessed, cold, harsh, eyes that would even make the most fearless man turn away at the mention of them. But that wasn't what scared the Dylan the most…it was not being able to know what to do. It's the feeling of unknowing…he's lived with these people for almost nine years. They have loved him, cherished him, swore to protect him-and now…they're broke all of their promises.

Their promise to catch him when he falls

To make him feel loved when he is alone

To pick him when he is down

To protect him even when he isn't safe

All of those promises his parents broke and now he's alone with two people who barely know him and a man who tried to kill him. Who is he supposed to trust now? An angel whom he has known for who knows how long-what is he supposed to do? Where is he supposed to go? Who will look after him now?
While he thought about this Castiel and Sam came up with a plan-which in the back the child's mind for some reason he know that it wouldn't work-that these demons or whatever Sam was saying. They were going to die-but what was he supposed to do?

"Alright, Dylan, I need you to stay here." Sam informed crouched over to look in Dylan's crystal blue eyes, "It's going to be safe in here."

No it's not-it's just as bad out as it is in here! Dylan wanted to scream, Don't leave-stay in here.

But he remained silent and reluctantly nodded and looked away from Sam's eyes. That man was going to die today and nothing that angel could do could stop it. But you can, a small voice said to him, you can save him. Dylan did believe that voice somewhere deep inside…but he had no powers or way to help Sam and Castiel. All he could do was stand by and watch chaos reign.

Once Sam and Castiel left the young boy went to the large wooden door. A large part of him wanted to be out there and help them, it pushed and pulled him to open that door and help the hunters but that tiny rational part in his brain told him no.

He stood there with his two halves fighting for control. I should go-but I could be killed. But then they'll be killed…and I'll be killed if I join them. I should-but I can't-I can-but I shouldn't-oh what the hell should I do? Finally after much debate Dylan cracked open the doors of the church and peeked outside, just a peek won't hurt anyone…right?

Wrong

So wrong

Outside a war brewing, one side of angels and humans-the other of demons from the inner circle of hell. Which one would win…it looks like the soulless creatures possessing meat bags are winning. Rage burned within the boy as well with fear and anticipation-then a cry of pain came from Sam.

"SAM," Dean yelled.

Oh there's Dean.

Castiel…not sure where he is though…

Dean ran to his brother and shook him, "Sam…come on Sammy-wake up, Sam!"

No…no he can't die…

There must be something he can do. Yell and distract them-what else could he do? Dylan was just a child-he couldn't save anyone. But you can, that little voice said again, help them-it'll be like riding a bike. You never forget how to do it-you just get rusty.

Before the boy knew it he ran out and like as if the soulless being knew he was going to do that they retracted their focus from Dean and the currently unconscious Sam. The man, Diego, the look he gave Dylan almost seemed break him. Dylan knew his father very well-he'd take him to the park, the movies, walk him to school. He'd talk to him before he even would talk to his mother. It hurt him like a knife in the heart. It was like remembering meeting a deceased friend.

You remember all the great times you had together and the laughs and tears. You remember the funny looks they'd give you; all the bad ideas you had together. The secrets and the promises make you remember that the world lost a prized player and you know that there is no way to bring them back.

As Dylan's father started walking towards him a soft pain started in Dylan's head.

It started soft an un-alarming but then grew to mass proportions

The pain was like lava pouring into a crack in his skull little by little. Then a fire started in one corner and like a baby taking its first steps began to spread-almost as if it were being careful. Next his knees began to fail and as they hit the pavement it was like TNT and C4 were implanted in his head and were beginning to explode and send chucks of pink flesh all over the pavement.

And then as if it never happened, the explosive ache went away.

But Dylan wasn't the same.

His blue eyes glowed as if lights were implanted in them. He stood up slightly straighter in his posture and his face went from worried to completely unreadable.

Dylan knew something was up but to him he felt like he was underwater. He could see a distorted view of everything around him but the emotions he was feeling weren't his, so many thoughts that he didn't think. So many stories that didn't belong to him…so many tears, smiles, laughter, all of them he could see but he couldn't reach out and touch.

Then there were specific memories, ones of sad…miserable kids…ones of a father trying to get revenge for what something did to his-family…wife-Dylan couldn't tell. Then there was images of boys looking after each other, he could feel their family bond and their vows to look over each other.

Outside of his mind Dylan was taking care of his so called 'parents.'

Subconsciously he had set up a ward around him and his parents; it was a heavenly light blue flame that rose just barely above his knees. Next a pentagram was made and several symbols that were even mysterious to the Winchesters'. The dark haired boy took several calm steps towards his father who was now on his knees. The fathers shaggy hair hung in his soulless eyes.

"Please," a mixed voice pleaded, "help me."
"That's my job isn't it?" Dylan said but it was only one voice-his.

Dylan placed his hand on the man's forehead, "Forgiveness comes in small doses-remember that."

The boy took a deep breath and whispered words unknown to Dean or the demon. All they knew is that the wind started to pick up and it swirled around the circle like stand still tornado. It kept going faster and faster picking dirt, leafs, pine needles, anything that could lifted with ease.

Energy pulsated through the wind like heat in the day. Anyone near by could feel it pulse around them and swirl to the shape of the wind. Then there was…what felt like…souls rushing, dancing, free once more without a vessel. But as that free flying feeling surrounded them; a dark intense, burning yet frigid sense emitting from the ground instilled the fear that Dean had almost came over.

It was like as if hell was claiming back a soul it had so rightfully deserved. The cold hands of death and the scorching hands of the devil both laid claim to whatever hung in the meat suite's body. They dragged them back to Hell or where ever they came from and released the mortal shell of carrying the burden of a demonic soul.

Finally everything went to normal…or as normal as it could be. The ruins faded away and both Diego and his play wife laid on the floor unconscious. Dylan stood there with tears in his glowing blue, angelic eyes.

He had to erase them.

Erase all memories of him, what kind of family they were-he had to wipe the feeling love towards him and replace them with that they were in a coma. He had to heal them and make whole again. He had to feel their brokenness and despair when the demon left him. He had to put a wall up between them and reality.

Now they're just people.

They're people.

Not his parents.

Not friends

Just people,

Dylan wanted them to remember him but forcing them to remember all the horrible things. All that time they weren't in control…it would hurt him more to see them helpless and lost then forgetful and smiling.

More tears streamed down his face as he slowly walked towards Dean and Sam. Once he reached them he collapsed his knees and looked at the brothers. The boy was breathing heavier now, exhausted by what he did. His shaking hand reached out towards Sam.

"One last miracle…" he whispered.

Dylan's hand grazed Sam's cheek; the unconscious man cringed with pain, his breath intakes became sharp and shallow. But all of the scarlet liquid dripping and drying on his face and body, all of the blue, black, and purple bruises started to fade into perfect clear skin.

The younger brother opened his eyes just Dylan's began to close.

"D-Dylan," he stammered just as the boy faded.

Once his head hit the ground Sam had been released from Deans embrace and had his hands on Dylan's arm.

The boy had saved him-and looking towards the couple lying in the emerald green grass. They were in the same state as he was, passed out.

"What did he do to them?" Sam wondered.

"I don't know." Dean replied as he cautiously went to go check on the recently de-possessed meat suits. He poked their skin with his silver knife and then flicked them with holy water. There was no burning of flesh or smoke coming off of their bodies. They both were normal-totally human.

Suddenly the fake couple began to stir, they began to move in short and slight movements. Diego was first to wake up and there was a slight of confusion and pure panic. He didn't know where he was, every time he tried to think back all he pulled up were blanks.

"W-where am I?" He stammered, "W-who the hell are you guys?"

Sam and Dean looked at each other and sighed. The man didn't remember anything…which considering what happened, it's a good thing. Hangover-no passed out-no…coma?

"I'm Special Agent Millson," Dean informed, "this is my partner Special Agent Smith…you've just woken up from a coma."

"Then how did I get here?"

"You woke up and had a panic attack." Sam summarized, "You passed out here and we found you ok-just stay calm."

Calm

The only word that the world didn't seem to know,
Between demons walking the Earth, God missing, angels going insane-to Lucifer and Michael having brother issues. Then there has been missing souls, purgatory being opened, Leviathans being released. Death and life bending the rules to save a couple of hunters and a few angels and others along the way, there has been finger pointing, name calling, lots of dying.

Calm doesn't seem like the right word to describe the world.

Bipolar

Unbalanced

Insane

Lost

No…it's a world of misery and no promises. There are no go-backs, fast forwards, or rewinds. It's either you get it right the first time or you do it and you regret it. And no matter what you do…it still hurts.

And here we are at the end of it all. I hope you liked it-I enjoyed writing it like I always do. So review and follow if you want-nobody is forcing you to do so. So till the next time-stay awesome my friends-cupcakekiller12