'How long has it been since I got here?' Dean thought. It felt like months to Dean since he was put into this bed, out hunting the wendigo. All of it seemed as if it happened ages ago. However, it couldn't had been more than a week since he was found by Chuck.

Chuck, the voice, had been taking care of Dean making him feel better with each passing day. He had been a constant in the past few weeks, he would start a light one-sided conversation with Dean which would more than likely be about the man's children. Chuck would go on to say how irresponsible his children and how they needed to stop fighting each other all the time. By the end Chuck would usually let out an exasperated sigh and say, "But I love them all anyway."

Whenever, he said that Dean had to wonder how many children this man could possibly have. But, then by the end of the day, if Dean had to guess, Chuck would leave and wouldn't be back until Dean woke up again.

Today, however was different Chuck was here but he had said he could not stay long and would have one of his sons take care of him for a while. And, Dean would be damned if that didn't get him anxious to the point to where he thought he would start hyperventilating. Chuck had apparently seen that this caused Dean stress so he put his hand on Dean's forehead like he had done when he first brought Dean to his 'home'. (At least that's where Dean thought he was. He found out quickly that speculating on where he was would only bring a head ache.) Chuck spoke in a calming tone, "My son will take very good care of you. I swear to God himself." And, with that he took his hand off Dean's forehead with a chuckle.

"Father, I promise I will take excellent care of Dean."

'Woah...that voice is really...nice.' Dean couldn't quite figure out what was alluring about Chuck's sons voice. His voice was different when compared to Chuck's, but it was no less delightful to hear. The son's voice was deep like his fathers, but higher also. It seemed to contain an authoritative tone, perhaps he was in the military? But the one thing that puzzled Dean was that when the man would say his name, he would sound almost...reverent.

He was knocked out of his thinking by the sound of a door shutting and a hand grabbing hold of his own. These hand were warm, so very comfortable, like when one would lay out in a field during a spring day.

'Geez, if Sam could hear how poetic I am while unable to speak.' Ah. And there it was the overwhelming feeling of loneliness. This always happened when Dean thought of his little brother, and with being stuck in a bed alone with only your thoughts Dean thought about Sammy a lot.

"Dean...It's alright." The son said. There it was! The way the man said his name...it was so strange. You could hear a slight purr and a rich honey tone when he said it. He had never heard his name said in such a way, it made him both uncomfortable and happy.

As the days passed Dean increasingly more comfortable with Chuck's son, perhaps even developing a slight crush not that Dean would ever admit it. The son would feed Dean very delicious food that reminded him of apple pie. And the man would spark many conversations about his younger brother, who apparently was having trouble adjusting to being back home. That made Dean wonder if the little brother was like Sammy, who had went off and did something that his father did not condone. And with thoughts of Sammy being brought up he instantly felt his mood being brought down.

"My apologies Dean if I am boring you with my troubles." The son said while squeezing his hand.

"Oh. There is something I also forgot to tell you my name is Michael, I am my father's first born son."

Hmmm. That sounded really familiar. But, it couldn't be right? I mean Michael hated him and had fallen into the cage along with Lucifer. Yeah it was impossible.

"I wish I knew what you were thinking, Dean. You must be tired of not being able to talk."

Oh did he know it! There were so many things he wanted to say! Like he wanted to thank Chuck for taking care of him and also give thanks to the now named Michael. He also wanted to get the know Michael better and not talking to him was getting him absolutely nowhere. So Dean getting real tired forced himself to open his mouth and say something, anything!

"Y-y-ou..." He began, but was cut off by extreme coughing that had him curl into himself. Michael grabbed his chin after his coughing had settled and put, a straw? Into his mouth commanding him to drink. And drink Dean did, it felt like he hadn't had water in years with how he could feel the scratchiness of his throat.

"Are you alright Dean?! I did not mean for you to for yourself to talk when you were no ready." Michael apologized.

"I...it's o-okay." Dean rasped out. Feeling pretty victorious at his little sentence. Then he realized if he could speak, he might even be able to open his eyes! So Dean began to try to open his eyes but just like before it was to no avail.

"Dean do not force yourself to do anything to strenuous."

"F-Fine."

Michael seeming to shift his weight on the bed to where he was practically holding Dean, rested his head against his own. He put his arms around Dean's torso and lifted him all the way onto to his lap. He let out a sigh, "I'm so glad that you're getting better Dean."

Dean blushed, and said "S'all th-thanks t-t-to you."

"Dean now that you are verbally voice your opinions I have a favor to ask." Michael seemed nervous if Dean had to guess by the sudden tense feeling that he felt exuding from Michael also the fact that he tightened his hold on Dean was pretty convincing that Michael was agitated.

"W-W-What is i-i-i-it?" Dean was finally able to get out.

"I was wondering if it would be alright if I brought my brother over in a few hours perhaps if he were to be in your calming presence he might be more at ease while staying here at home."

Woah, that was a lot to spring onto someone all of the sudden. In a few hours? Oh sweet baby jesus what was he supposed to say? He could barely get used to Michael that fast and the only reason he did was because was very attractive. But it's not like he could say no to the man, after all he had taken care of him along with his father. So Dean replied, "Su-re."

Michael thanked Dean and put him off his lap which Dean now suspected was a way to coerce Dean to say 'yes'. But, Dean didn't quite mind since Michael was quite the comfortable chair. Although how was Dean supposed to deal with Michael's brother coming over? With the sound of the door opening all of Dean's plans to do anything were blown out the window.

"Brother?" a hesitant voice called out into the house, which was met with a light 'hello' from Michael.

Dean not sure what to do, merely stayed in his slight sitting up position that Michael left him in.

"And, little brother this is Dean. He is a very good listener so feel free to talk to him about anything." Michael said enthusiastically.

"I'll keep your suggestion in mind." The younger brother said, while taking a seat in the chair beside Dean's bed. It seemed to be an old chair judging by the way that it squeaked whenever someone sat in it.

"H-Hi." Dean greeted.

"Hello, Dean. It's a pleasure to meet you." The words almost sounded strained to Dean's ears. Michael sensing the awkwardness left the room and went to get something from the kitchen, he was obviously feeling out of it since a lot of kitchen utensils kept dropping on the floor making an awful 'KLAANG!' noise.

The little brother let out a long-winded sigh. And began to speak to Dean. And Dean listened intently.

After hours of talking with Michael's little brother, he found that the man was very nice, but had a troubling past that he was ashamed of. Dean knew how that felt that was for sure. And with Michael joining in to comfort his brother and saying that the past was the past.

"The apocalypse is in the past brother." Michael said.

Then Dean froze. Apocalypse? How did these men know about the apocalypse?! They weren't involved in it were they?! Now Dean had to know who the hell these people were, if they were even people at all which Dean suspected they were not. If they were who they thought they were...well he was screwed.

So with new determination Dean tried to open his eyes, and little by little he began to see light. Then his eyes snapped open letting all of the light at once causing Dean to rapidly blink with tears in his eyes. And when he looked over to where the brothers were, he saw his two worst nightmares.

It was the Michael and Lucifer!

And before Dean could even think of a way to protect himself or come up with a quick way to get out of there Dean Winchester screamed.