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Then...

"HEY!" He yelled at the figure. But when he was about to spin the chair around, the man rolled from the seat and was on his feet, facing Will with a gun pointed at his head within a millisecond. They stood at a standstill, both men staring at each other, one with shock, the other with curiosity.

"W- Wait." Will lowered his weapon. "Dean?"

Now...

"Willy? Man you've grown!" The cousin lowered his hand gun and shook his head in amusement.

Dean grinned and shoved his gun back into the back of his pants. He held out his arms to ask Will if he wanted a hug, remembering his cousins' hatred for sudden sensory changes, but the boy threw himself into the older mans' arms and hugged him as hard as possible.

"I can't believe that you're really here!" Will's voice was muffled by Dean's shirt as he put his head in his cousins' shoulder.

"Yeah. I can't believe it, either, buddy." Dean smiled at the boys open affection. Will was just as he had remembered; a scrawny boy who looked up to his older cousins. He ruffled his cousins curly hair and sniffed, trying to keep his cool. "Sorry about missing every birthday, but, hey, we bought you something to make up for that! It's not much but..."

The two cousins untangled from their hug and Dean walked out to the Impala, knocked on the passenger window, giggled, then grabbed something out of the back seat and slammed the car door behind him. As he walked inside, Sam opened his car door and walked out, looking sheepishly at Will. Winston appeared at Will's side and barked at the new arrival.

Suddenly, Will was pushed forward and out of the door by five furry bodies. his dogs had accidentally slid into him because of the hard wooden floor after running to their pack leaders, Winston and Will. As the dogs all bounded out of the house, the brothers jaws dropped. Dean was so surprised that he almost dropped the package that he was holding. It was wrapped in newspaper and tied tightly with a red ribbon that was tied in an attempted bow, but it looked sturdy enough so that if the hunter dropped it, it wouldn't break. Sam stopped dead in his tracks, but got over his shock quite quickly and began to play with the dogs. When the four dogs that were trying to get Dean's attention saw his brother petting the others, they ran over to him and left Dean where he stood. While Sam looked like the dogs could keep him occupied forever, Dean slowly made his way back to his younger cousin with shock still evident in his features. When he reached Will, the empath laughed at Dean's expression.

"What's with the dogs?" Dean demanded, his eyes still comically wide.

Will shrugged, "They understand me better then people do. I take in strays that I find on the road."

Dean's mouth opened and closed, then opened once more. He tried to find words, then squinted and looked down, changed his footing and tried again. "Sure. Why not? Okay. Dogs."

"Dogs." Will agreed.

Sam ran up to the porch and all six dogs ran with him. He stood next to Dean, panting, with his hands on his hips. "I didn't know you had dogs." His eyebrows knit together as he surveyed the dogs around him.

Will smiled at his cousin. "Yeah," he sighed and knelt down to pet Winston, who had ran up to him and sat by his side the minute that Sam began running back to the house. "There's a lot of things that we don't know about each other. Speaking of which," he glanced momentarily up at his younger cousin, his mouth still smiling but his eyebrows knit together in confusion, "what are you two doing out here?"

Dean looked at Sam, then smiled down at the empath. "Oh, you know," he said vaguely, a charming smile plastered on his lips, "We're just visiting. We haven't seen you in years and we just wanted to check up on you."

Will's face fell as he looked into Dean's eyes for the first time in years and said, "No. You're on a case."

The older brother shifted his feet, his filled with confusion. Had he betrayed them for a demon? He bent his knees slightly as he hunched down into a protective stance in front of Sam, the package from the car still in his hands. "How did you know that?"

"Guys." He rolled his eyes and sighed. "I'm an FBI agent. You two have been declared dead at least twice and on the Most Wanted list so many times that I lost count. Because you two have been on that list more than a few times, you probably have a lair somewhere up in Kansas, (I tracked your laptop, Sam), And are going there every time you are finished with a job. I know you guys stick to the small country towns because the risk of being caught in a big city goes way up when the neighbors see how many guns you have. I'm not as innocent as I was before. I'll ask you once more." He looked straight into Sam's eyes, "What's. The. Job?"

"Fine." Sam said before his brother could comment. "We'll tell you. Let's go inside, first. It's been a long day and a crazy lifetime since we last saw you.

The three boys walked quietly back into the small house, dogs trailing behind them.

"So... Recap. You're dad is dead. You guys actually did die multiple times. Demons are real. Angels are real. You guys are friends with an angel." He pointed at Dean. "You are Michael's vessel, and you," He pointed at Sam, "are Lucifer's vessel." Will stood up from his chair and began pacing. "Are you two serious?" The two brothers nodded whole-heartedly. "Oh god." Will ran into his kitchen and was almost sick in the sink. When he turned back to the door, Sam stood in the door frame and Dean had a towel in one hand and a glass of soda in the other. He handed them both to Will and smiled, tiredly, at the poor man.

"Usually, people think we're insane when we tell them. If they do believe us on the first try, then people usually throw panic attacks or run to go get a gun at the nearest shop. Your reaction is not the worst we've had to face."

"Hey!" Sam looked at Dean, "This is actually what Dean does every other morning, so he can help you out with that kind of stuff." The taller brother grinned at his older brother's face, which could be described in one word: Oops.

"So," Will wiped his face with the cool towel, "What's the case?"

"Someone has been killing off angels." Dean's face became serious and he sat down at Will's kitchen table, "We think that it might be another angel, but we're not sure."

Will looked down at his hands, which were still bloodstained from that morning (which felt so long ago) and asked, "Can angels burn your eyes out?"

Dean nodded and Will's eyebrows scrunched together with worry. "Have you seen that happen anywhere around here any time recently?" Dean's voice was coated with concern. The young man nodded and looked up at his older cousin. For the first time, the brothers noted the tear stains on his cheeks were blood red and he showed them the palms of his hands.

"I tried to get inside of it's head. I've taught myself how to link up with the killer's emotions and feelings to see the deaths from their perspective. When I tried to look inside of this one's thoughts, I heard a loud ringing sound and pure light. It wasn't like a light bulb light. It was like the-thing-that-invented-light-itself light. It almost burned into my eyes."

"What was the case that you were working on?" Sam sat down next to Dean.

"Well, it was actually on my property, down the hill. It was a simple stabbing, but a complex presentation. Wings were burnt onto the grass as if the angel was trying to make another one."

Dean sighed tiredly and said, "That's what happens when angels die. Their wings burn into the things beneath them. Did the victim have a long, sandy colored trench coat and a buttoned down shirt?"

Will shook his head. "No. Look, guys. I'm really tired. It's getting late. Today, I learned that the bible stories talk about real things and events that actually took place, demons can take your soul with just a peck on the lips, angels are worse than demons, I almost was killed by an angel, and you two are still alive and kicking. My brain is overloading. I need sleep."

The two Winchester's looked at each other and nodded. "Okie dokie!" Dean smiled at his cousin as Will trudged up the stairs, "See you tomorrow!"

Will grunted and slammed his bedroom door.

Looking down, Dean realized that he hadn't given Will his present. He got up to bring it to him, but Sam grabbed Deans arm and shook his head.

"Tomorrow." He promised. Dean looked up the stairs and nodded.

"Tomorrow."

Hey guys! Sorry for the really long wait. I've been completely over booked and swamped with homework, which reminds me... I should probably go back to it, soon. I typed this up in about an hour and haven't had much time to look over it, so I'm sorry if there are mistakes. I promise I'll fix them if you put them in a review.
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REM