Hi! Hope you're still reading and enjoying! A bit of Sam and Dean for you here now. :)

Sam and Dean sat down and slammed the Impala doors shut in unison, ready to head back to the bunker and have a well-earned rest. The engine growled as Dean drove away; he watched the small town they had just saved disappear into the distance in his mirrors. He was in the zone now, head nodding and fingers tapping the wheel as he immersed himself into his music which drummed out of the speakers Understanding his brothers desire for peace, Sam sank down in his seat and basked in the sun, his hair fluttered in the breeze that flew through the open window. He closed his eyes, hoping for a couple of minutes rest along the journey home, only peering across at the driver every so often whenever he sang a random lyric; he found it more reassuring than annoying.

Just as Sam had finally got comfortable they passed the sign that had welcomed them into the town and their cell phones regained service, causing the younger brother to be rudely disturbed, jolting up in surprise at the vibration and tinny sounds made. Dean furrowed his brow and rummaged in his jean pocket while keeping his eyes on the road, then chucked his phone to the side, making Sam juggle to catch it. When he eventually settled he looked across and huffed at his older brother who was quietly chuckling, shaking his head as he proceeded to look at the mobiles.

His smile faded, "huh," a puzzled expression covered his face.

Dean rolled his eyes, "what?!"

"They're all missed calls and... they're all from Cas."

They exchanged a slightly concerned look, then Dean chuckled, "yeah well, you know Cas, he's probably just struggling with the toaster or something stupid," and returned his focus to the road, smiling as he pictured his friend being lost with the kitchen technology.

"11 missed calls?" The younger brother raised an eyebrow in disbelief, "for a toaster?"

The mobile beeped with every tap as Sam examined them further, "they're all fairly new, err..." He stooped over and squinted to avoid the sun glaring off the screen, "the earliest one was only 4 hours ago and the most recent waaas," he stretched the last word as he tapped on the phone to find the answer, he frowned, "about half an hour ago."

Sam selected the first voice message and put the phone to his ear, he stared out the window at the world rushing by. The beep sounded then heavy breathing came on the line, there was an audible gulp, then Cas's voice, erratic and gruffer than usual, "Sam, it's Cas. Please pick up. I-" more panicked breathing, "I need your help. Urgently. Please call back." It hung up suddenly.

The next message played, similar to the first, but angrier and more desperate. But in the third Cas had deteriorated drastically, he sounded as though he was struggling physically and emotionally, "Sam, please! It's Jack... He's-," he broke down into an ugly childlike sob. Before it abruptly ended again, Sam had managed to hear Cas weakly whimper "he's... dead."

The next message played as depressing as the one before, and so did the one after that.

"Why won't either of you answer your damn phones!"

Gasps of air were violently taken in, each sounding so painful, "I need you! Where are you?!"

His voice was so shaky and broken that Sam could almost feel Cas' lip trembling, "I...I love him!"

His sunflower eyes glistened in the sunshine then his sniffling drew Dean's attention.

"Hey, hey!" He reached across, putting a hand on his baby brother's shoulder, "what's up?"

Sam ran his sleeve along his nose and wiped his eyes. He cleared his throat, "er, here," he handed his brother his phone without looking up, "you should listen to them," assuming his missed calls would contain similar messages, then he just gazed out the window again, letting everything peacefully wash over him. Dean pressed play on the first messages and went through the same journey Sam had just experienced, hearing Cas' desperate wails and breathy sobs, putting them through the traumatic morning he'd had. They didn't have to look at each other to know they were both blurry eyed with the sadness of their friend's loss and the guilt for not being there for him when he had needed them most.

Before they had the chance to think about how to react next, Dean's phone rang. Surprised, he tossed it to Sam again, who was still unprepared for this action and unimpressed by it.

His face lit up, "it's Cas," he answered immediately. The driver lent across towards the passenger in a hope to catch the conversation, but all he could hear was tinny rambling nonsense.

"Cas, Cas! Calm down. We're here. What is it?" A pause then a shocked but relieved, "what?!" Another pause. Dean was in suspense, then noticed Sam wiping his eyes again.

"Ok Cas, ok, yup. We're on our way. Err..." He peered across to see the time and the speed Baby was going. "-yup, we'll be there in 15 minutes."

Then Dean put his foot down, the guilt of being absent was eating him up inside, "hey Cas," he yelled, hoping that his voice reached the phone and travelled along the line, "make that 10 minutes, alright?" He grinned and looked up at Sam, who was now uneasy from the sudden increase in speed, "we're coming for you buddy." Then he sat back up to control his chaotic driving.

Perplexed, Sam returned to the call, "Cas? Just hold on... We're coming as fast as we can!" Then hung up. He sighed, rubbing his face with his huge hand and putting the phone away, then sank back into his seat.

"So?!" Dean was frustrated from not knowing what was going on, "what happened? Where we headed?!"

"Oh, err," he cleared his throat, "he's alive again. We're going to the hospital."

"What!?" Dean rolled his eyes, "that man just doesn't know how to die, does he?"

They smirked as they recalled how many times they had escaped death themselves.