Get up.

Consider this day for a moment.

What are you gonna do today?

What's the plan?

"N-no," Dean muttered in his sleep.

Yes, it may be still dark outside.

But it is morning.

Although it seems like the world around you still sleeps, but this day has started.

If you get up now, and put your clothes on, quickly, you can do the things you normally don't take the time for it. Like, clipping your toenails. What? Does that sounds funny to you? It has to be done somethimes.

"Click… click…. click…"

"No… s'mmy… Stop."

And if you are done with this task, you could do some other things. You have some extra time at hand, after all. Like, reading, epilate your nose hairs. But clipping the toenails has to be done first. That is the most important thing to do, for now.

Right, Sammy?

"Click…click…"

"S'mmy…" Dean muttered angrier. His voice was hoarse from sleep.

Doesn't it feel good to be up that early? And isn't it nice to see the world waking with you? First the birds starting to sing. Than the fog disappears above the clam grass and grey empty roads. Darkness changes into twilight, slowly. And before you know it, the first sunbeams are there to shine the last signs of the dark night away. Sounds and noises become louder. Traffic appears on the road, again. And the streetlights getting duller in the growing sunlight, until they turned off.

By then your own body is fully awoken. And if that is not the case, you need a strong cup of coffee.

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"Click… click… click…"

'S-Sammm…' Dean moan annoyed while tossing himself around in his ramshackle motel bed. He was awake. And he was that one who needed that cup of coffee!

"Sammy, stop that, whatever that is you were doing."

But he certainly didn't want to start his day this early, when he had only just ended the previous day with a big thud on the mattress.

Sam sat upright in his bed with his bedside lamp on. Smiling his goofy-like smile at his angry looking brother. He put down his scissors and toiletry on his pillow and shrugged his shoulders.

"What?"

Dean rubbed his aching eyes and scrambled up painfully from his-poor excuse for a-pillow. It took a while before Dean could register Sams' actions in his brain and glossed a disapprovingly shook with his tired face. Wrinkles of the seams in his pillow were still on his cheek.

"Your nails? Seriously? Give me a break, man. You know I am a light sleeper." Sam didn't bother to hide his confused frown.

"Dean... It's five o'clock in the morning." Dean grimaced.

"Exactly, man. That you had the chance to sleep in the car, before we checked in to the motel, doesn't mean that you should cut your nails in the middle of the night! My God, Sam!"

Dean angrily turned his back to his younger brother and found a comfortable position on the uncomfortable sagging mattress. Sighing and muttering, Dean pushed his head further into his pillow and forced himself to go back to sleep.

And thank god ... it worked.

It was quiet for a while. Sam stared blankly at the bulge in front of him that already started to snore in his sleep.

"Click ... click ..."

"Sam," called his brother suddenly fully awake and quite pissed at his disturbed sleep.

"Erh ... sorry, Dean. I-I thought ..."

"Ring ... Ring ..." a noise rang suddenly, out in the middle of the motel room. It was Sams' mobile. It made both brothers freeze. There were not many people who had this number. Bobby had him. And, -

"Castiel?" Sam asked surprised when he saw the name on the screen. When the angel called him or Dean, it was usually serious. He shot a worried look at his brother who tossed off the blankets and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, when he heard the angel's name.

"Castiel? You there?"

The line creaked a bit. As if the man was in a windy place. And no doubt that was true.

"Maybe he's ass- dialing again," Dean mumbled blankly.

With one nod before pushing his ear harder to the phone, Sam called his name again. Almost immediately Castiel started to speak.

"Sam! What is your current location!" Croaked his metallic voice. With one click of a button, he put Castiel on the speaker before Dean nervously snatched the phone out of his hands. It will not be the first time.

"Cas? What did I say about early mornings? Only if there is an emergency call, remember? People need to sleep," Dean muttered hoarsely. But Sam saw the worried frown on his face.

"The location! ... Now!"

"Uh, we're in Minnesota, Duluth. Mesabi Motel Room number 8-,"

"Woooossshh"

And the angel stood in the middle of the motel room. Between the two beds.

It was hard to tell what was wrong with the picture. But soon it was clear when Dean also clicked his bedside lamp, upon hearing Castiels' rapid breathing.

The man was soaking wet. His baggy overcoat was dark, crumples and dirt. Water trickled down his waddling unstable body. And the man seemed to shiver slightly as he breathed heavily. Within no time the angel regained his strength back and straightened his back as if nothing had happened.

"Castiel, what was going on there? And why are you so wet? "

"I was in Scotland. The weather was very boisterous. "

There was silence. That gave the angel the time to dry his coat with one simple look and he calmly slid his hands in his pockets, afterwards. When the blue eyes searched his way to the older Winchester, Dean began to frown.

"Okay. I bite. What were you doing in Scotland." The angel blinked his eyes as if he didn't understand what Dean meant.

"You bite?" Repeated the angel confused. Sam rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.

"What were you doing in Scotland, Castiel?" The angel turned his stiff body to the younger Winchester and looked at him questioningly.

"There was a stranded traveler, who sought my assistance." With this said Castiel walked to the window and cheated concentrated to the hushed parking. The world awoke slowly these days.

"Cas? What are you saying? I don't see why you're here. Are you in danger? Do you need our help? Or what?"

"It doesn't happen often but people sometimes pray for me if their travel doesn't run smoothly. I have shown him the way. That's one of my tasks, remember."

Dean clearly didn't understand but Sam just nodded.

"Right. Well. Erm. Good for him or them." Sam grimaced when he saw that the Angel swayed a little on his feet.

"It was one man. He will be fine," the Angel said absently. Sam didn't know if Dean had seen it but he was pretty sure that there was something off about their Angel.

He shot a look at his brother. He was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and he obviously hadn't see Castiel sway a little. So Sam walked to the Angel to get one glimpse of his face. "So, Castiel. What you wanna do now? You wanna stay here for a bit? I ah… I could make you coffee if you like?"

Frowning, both Dean and Cas looked up at the youngest. Dean was about to say something when Cas interrupted him. "Maybe I like that. Thank u, Sam. The travel took a lot of power from me." Sam nodded at the dark haired angel. He was right about him being off.

Castiel his blue eyes wandered too the bag with the nail scissor on top. "What were you doing?" Castiel asked evenly.

"Yeah, Sammy. What were you doing in the middle of the night? Tell the angel," Dean said. He finally was a bit more awake and stood up to make a trip to the bathroom. When he walked past Sam his younger brother grab a hold of his arm. Dean looked confused at his younger brother and was startled by the serious look in his eyes. They both looked at the stiff form in front of them.

"Hey, uhm… Cas. You know what? Why don't you sit down for a bit while Sam makes you a fresh cup of coffee, alright?" Dean tried. And the angel just nodded and lowered himself down onto the creaking bed. Sam made his way to the small kitchen while Dean watched the angel with concern.

"Wy, Cas. I was just thinking that you never tried coffee before. It is strong stuff for a beginner. Especially when Sam makes it. You're sure you wanna try that stuff?"

The angel dropped his head a bit, his elbows were resting on his knees. As if he was looking at the ground. "I will be fine, Dean," Castiel said with a tired voice. By then, Dean knew the angel was about to keel over.

Where did you bring that dude anyway? Some were near the prehistory, or what?" He knew how the angel reacted when he did some time traveling. And by the looks of it, he was drained badly this time.

His eyes already started to droop. Within a minute, Castiel threatened to fall forward from his sitting position. And Dean was at his side in one heartbeat.

"Woa woa woa, Hey there."

Shocked at Cas's state Dean kneeled down in front of him to look into his eyes. But those were sealed shut.

"You oké?"

The angel's lips were parted while his whole weight was now hanging forward in Dean's hands. He was clearly out cold.

"Damnit, Cas."

A/N: Hi there. I don't know how this story goes. But I will do my best. It's a totally new one. Not a translated one of my Dutch story's. So I hope it will be a good one. Please review! I need it to go on! Writing English is very difficuilt for me.

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josie