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I ran recklessly down the sidewalk, my legs moving as fast they could, the blood pounding in my ears, throbbing in my legs with each strained pump of each limb. I felt my heart beating inside my throat, which was becoming increasingly dry by each second.

My footsteps pounded against the concrete like a wild mustang's chipped hooves. My mind raced just as fast, if not faster.

As I ran I began to feel that sensation of floating, like your legs detach from your body and you're uncatchable to anything or anyone around you. You have no way to stop unless you hit something.

I was moving so fast the atmosphere around me became a blur of whizzing colors and cheap lights.

The old concrete almost felt as if it were tearing under my feet, the friction from each step simply too much, it seemed as if I'd began to leave streaks of flame behind me.

I couldn't stop, no matter how many strange looks or how much my chest began to hurt, I couldn't stop.

Sammy was gone.

I went up to check on him, apologize, but he was gone.

I had thrown up in Cas's toilet at least twice, screamed my lungs out, and I still felt the urge to scream some more, despite how ripped up and raw my throat felt.

There was nothing that would stop me though. All I knew was I had to find Cas. I needed his help. We had to find Sam, because God knows what could be happening to him.

I knew where the station was, of course. But getting there on foot was, well, insanity.

I had passed the school a few minutes back, stopping only long enough to decide that yes, that was Sam's school.

It had been let out about 45 minutes ago and the only trace of such was the sight of the lonely crossing guard discarding her neon reflective vest.

I kept moving, a cramp crawling its way into my abdomen. I hissed away the twisting muscles and kept moving, as if I was stronger now, inspired by my body's attempt to dishearten me.

Keep moving.

I growled instead.

The Police Station was only another minute from here by car, and I was sure I could make it in just that.

But despite all of my bravado champion racing bull shit, I really felt like shit.

Sam left

Or was taken (No matter how hard the two parts of my brain fought over that one I had to think the worst)

And it was my fault and if something happened to him I honestly, didn't know what I would do.

What purpose would I have if it didn't mean protecting Sam?

What else had I done all my life?

Despite how fond I was of Cas, my likeness for him wouldn't exist without Sam.

In other words, I love my little brother.

I can't let him get hurt. Not any more than he should, I reminded myself. Because sometimes it was okay to be hurt.

And maybe it took my until today to realize it, but I understood now more than ever.

And I would respect his wishes of taking care of himself, or at least try…as soon as we found him.

We're gonna find him.

Finally, I could see the Police Station in view. Outside stood an officer smoking a cigarette. He was short, with curly blonde hair, and a few too many buttons undone on his uniform.

His jaw dropped as he saw me pounding up the street, dripping with sweat, despite the cold, which I hadn't even noticed until I watched his breath ghost from his open maw.

I thought it was smoke at first, and then I realized I was freezing. I couldn't feel my toes and the weightless feeling was actually my legs beginning to turn numb.

He didn't recognize me. He watched me race down the street, breathless and in nothing but jeans and a T-shirt.

I realized then why I got so many dirty looks.

I realized then, I perhaps, was a bit overbearing over Sam.

"Eh kid!" He shouted, waving at me. He had stomped out his cigarette and opened the door to the station, shouting inside about some crazy kid.

"No, please, officer I need to see a Mr. Castiel…" I panted, skidding to a stop just in front of the quaint building.

"Yes, yeah, whatever but you better get some clothes on, kid…you're going to freeze your balls off." His thick European accent added quite a comical effect to his words.

I tried my best not to laugh, but needed nothing else than to watch as four or five other police officers rushed out, shouting things about the Winchester kid. I watched a cute red-head peek through the crowd, her eyes blown wide. A hand clapped over her mouth, she turned to shout "CASTIEL!"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. They all got closer, a tall man with dark hair and brown eyes wrapped me in what seemed like a shock blanket. And then I saw him, Cas popped his head up through the crowd, shoving through and calling a quiet to the mumbling officers. Even those who were undoubtedly higher up than him, hence their suits in place of uniforms.

"Everyone quite!" He snarled, shuffling over to me, absolute shock in those icy blues.

"Cas…" I whispered, feeling the magnitude of what I'd just compromised by coming here, boiling up in my stomach, on top of Sam and my dad and everything else going on,

I wanted to throw up again.

I did.

Everyone stepped back in one simultaneous leap that I could testify was choreographed, somehow.

"Kid are you okay?" The red head asked. "Dean? Your name is Dean yeah?" We were inside now, everyone was murmuring and Cas was currently trapped in a private office. My stomach flipped over and over again, except this time I had nothing left to throw up.

And to think, Cas had made such a great meal, only for me to project it all over his colleagues shoes.

I nodded very weakly.

"Charlie." She said with a smile too bright for my current mood. Although it was a rather grim smile, to be honest.

"I need to find my brother." I groaned.

"The funny thing about that is, we've been looking for you."

"I know."

"Well, do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"That's okay."

Nothing more was spoken until Cas emerged from Captain Michael's office. He was the man who had put the blanket on me.

His face was slightly pale, but there was something in his eyes that said he had just gained a small victory. The short man who had first spotted me practically dragged himself out with the Lieutenant, their tails between their legs.

I felt a small weight lift from my shoulders.

"Cas…" I whispered, and he just smiled, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me from my seat.

"It's okay, Sammy's gonna be okay. You're okay." He murmured, squeezing me with such fervor I almost questioned it. Almost.

"You don't know that." I whimpered back, "We need to find him."

Cas released me, letting my feet fully connect with the ground again, a sweet smile that could warm every single one of my toes, swallowing the majority of his face.

"Dean.." Was all he said, and I could only watch as he took me toward the front desk, and I thought he was going to sit me down or maybe make me fill out some paper work, but instead he made a sharp turn, pulling me into an interrogation room.

My heart dropped, and I felt it pump inside my boots. I blinked, once, twice.

There, at the silver table, sat two people, a young girl, with blonde hair and blue eyes and a sweet mole in the middle of her eyebrows, the other person,

"Sam?" I breathed, meanwhile tears of joy and winded relief cloud my vision.