Summary: Still no word on Castiel. Was he even alive? The brothers knew the other Angels were surely trying to hunt him down for being involved in the Fall. They couldn't leave him on his own, he was family. They had to do something to find their friend.

Warnings: Mild language. Slightly gory scene at the end. Slight spoilers for early Season 9.

Author's Note: I tried to stick to legitimate Angel information for this chapter in regards to their condition from the Fall, but I'm sure some of it is made up, mostly to do with Angel Grace. Also, this story has developed deeper plot lines than I had originally planned but, oh well, I'm enjoying it.

Enjoy and review please :)

Fallen Angels 101

It had been nearly two months since the end of the trials, since the Fall of the Angels. Kevin was finally healthy again and had turned his attention to searching for Castiel and helping Sam. Sam was better but was still suffering from the effects of failing to complete the third trial. A couple of weeks earlier, Dean had been forced to bring Sam to the tiny hospital in Lebanon when Sam's lungs filled with blood spontaneously. Of course they didn't know that's what was happening. All they knew was that Sam started coughing up blood like he had after the trial and was unable to breathe. He was forced to stay in the little clinic for three days before he was recovered enough to return home where he spent a full twenty-four hours in bed.

Sam had seemed better since then, even spending time with Kevin searching for Cas. Dean was pleased to see Sam's appetite had increased as well even though he was once again sleeping more often than staying awake.

Dean had gotten a few calls from hunters over the weeks demanding explanations to Garth's deflections. They demanded to know the truth behind the Fall of the Angels, the solution to the Fall, and explanations for the rumour that the Winchesters were quitting. Dean gave simple answers, that he had no answers about the Angels and that they were only quitting the Angels and Demons, not hunting.

Garth had stopped by as well but without any news on Cas. He had stayed for a few days, helping Kevin look for the missing Angel while Sam was asleep. When he left, they thought they could have a general area where Cas could be. Dean felt his mind burning out between worrying about Sam, worrying about Cas, and fending off hunters. The hunting community really needed to just accept that they were done with the Angels and Demons and move on. He was about ready to call Charlie and get her to start re-routing hunters' calls to India so he didn't have to deal with them anymore.

With a sigh, Dean went to join Sam and Kevin in the computer control room. They were standing next to each other, talking and gesturing at the huge map.

"Hey," Dean said, walking up to stand opposite them. "Anything?"

Kevin shook his head.

"No," Sam said. "We were hoping Cas' last known location would help but it didn't. It's also hard because we don't know what condition the Angels are in. If we knew, it might help."

"Condition?" Dean said.

"There's all kinds of lore on falling Angels and Angels being kicked from Heaven," Kevin said. "Some lore says that Angels will die if forced to fall to Earth. Other lore says they will wander Earth like a spirit until they find a vessel but will die if they don't find a vessel fast enough. Pretty much all of it says Angels are split from their Grace which lands somewhere else."

"Do we know if any of it's true?" Dean asked.

"It's hard to say," Sam said. "All of it seems pretty legitimate though."

"So Cas really might be dead," Dean said and rubbed a hand across his mouth, anxious.

"He might be, yes," Sam admitted, knowing trying to sugar-coat it wouldn't help. "However, I don't think he is. He has a vessel so he had a connection to Earth before the Fall. Having his vessel may have kept him alive."

Dean tried not to hope but couldn't help a little coming through. "And all that about Grace?"

"He might have it and he might not. There's really no way to know unless we actually found his Grace," Kevin said.

Dean looked down at the map, bracing himself on the edge. "We have to know about the Angels, don't we?"

Sam nodded sadly. "If we want a shot at finding him."

Dean sighed. "All right, give me a minute." He left the map and sat at one of the large tables, pulling out his phone. "Garth, hey. Yeah, everything's fine. Listen, man, where are you?" There was a pause as Garth answered. "Got time to come here? We need your help with something. No, nothing bad. We need information that might help us find Cas." Another pause. "Three to four hours? That's fine, we'll be here. Thanks, man."

Sam and Kevin watched him hang up and rejoin them at the map.

"He's been doing a lot of research and work on the Angels since the Fall so he has something to tell other hunters," Dean said. "He'll probably know what happened to them in the Fall. Besides, he's been looking for Cas too."

"Guess we can't really pull out of all this," Sam said, sounding upset and discouraged. "Should've known," he muttered and walked from the room, going slowly as his still weak body protested regular movement.

Dean sighed again as he watched Sam disappear around a corner. Though they hadn't fully discussed it, it seemed they had already started to settle into a life away from Angels and Demons. He had already been telling people who asked that the only dealings they would have with Angels or Demons would be if they happened to come across one or took a case that turned out to be one. Otherwise, that was it. They were going back to travelling around and taking the cases of ghouls, ghosts, and vampires while returning to the bunker between cases now that they actually had a home to return to.

But now they had to get into the world of Angels again so they could find Castiel. He didn't want to be involved with the Angels any more than Sam did, but they had to find Cas whether he was dead or alive. If he was dead, he deserved a proper funeral, a hunter's funeral, and if he was alive, Dean refused to leave him out in the world alone.

"Dean?"

Dean looked up at the young Prophet when Kevin spoke quietly.

"Should...should I get the Demon Tablet out?" he asked hesitantly and reluctantly, clearly not wanting to hear 'yes'.

Dean was shaking his head even before Kevin had finished speaking. "No. I don't want you even thinking about the Tablet anymore. We're only getting information on the Angels so we can find Cas, nothing more. Finding out about the Angels seems to be the only way we can find Cas right now so that's what we're doing."

Kevin nodded, clearly relaxing. "So, Sam, he..."

"He'll be okay. He just thinks we're going to get sucked back into the Angel crap, get stuck figuring out how to stop Metatron and get the Angels back to Heaven. We won't though. This is just about finding Cas," Dean said. "Look, go do...something, anything that's not this. I'm going to talk to Sam. You go relax. Go watch TV or something."

"Okay," Kevin said and started to walk out of the room. He stopped in the doorway, though, and turned around to look at Dean. "Hey, we, uh, we should watch a movie tonight. Just for something fun to do, distract us from everything for a couple hours." The kid looked totally uncomfortable suggesting it but also seemed to be sincere.

Dean gave him a small smile. "Sounds good, Kev. You choose the movie."

"Really?" Kevin said, perking up and sounding surprised his suggestion had been taken.

"Absolutely," Dean said. "We'll watch it when Garth leaves, yeah?"

Kevin couldn't help his large smile. "Yeah."

Dean nodded and walked off to find his little brother. For a while Kevin just stood there, staring at nothing with a moronic smile on his face.

"Sammy?" Dean pushed open Sam's closed but not latched door and walked into the room. He took a minute to look around his brother's bedroom.

It was still completely bare except for a book sitting on the bedside table with the lamp. There were no pictures or items on the walls or any flat surface like the bedside table or the top of the dresser. The shelves on the right side of the room were doing nothing but collecting dust. Even the bed was dull. For one, the mattress still had to be replaced. Dean was determined the get his brother a Memory Foam mattress as well. The bedding was what they had found on the bed when they moved in, just white and cream coloured thin blankets and pillow cases. Sam's duffle sat on the floor at the foot of the bed and Dean shook his head when he realized his brother was still living out of his bag.

"We have got to do something about this room, Sammy," Dean said. The only thing he wasn't criticizing was the wall to the left that had markings all over it and that was because it was the wall he was knocking down to replace with doors.

"It's fine," Sam muttered from the bed. He was lying on his back and staring up at the stone ceiling.

Dean rolled his eyes and walked over to the bed, stepping around the mass of blankets that were acting as his until Sam was better. He sat on the edge, high enough up the bed to be able to look at Sam directly.

"What's up, Sam?"

"Nothing."

"Right, because that's why you left the room pouting like when you were five and I wouldn't buy you a candy bar," Dean said.

Sam glared at him and said nothing.

"Sam," Dean said but Sam just stared at the ceiling, stonily silent. He sighed quietly. "We need to find Cas, that's the only reason we're doing this."

"Yeah, for now," Sam said. "But then something will come up and we'll get pulled in and we'll have to solve whatever it is, and then, look at that, we're working with and against the Angels and Demons again."

"That's not going to happen," Dean said. "We're getting information on the Angels from Garth, not taking an Angel hostage and torturing him for answers."

"What if we have to?" Sam said. "What if Garth's information isn't enough?"

"It's Cas, Sam, we have to find him," Dean said. "I think you've said it yourself that, if he's alive, he's probably got a whole bunch of Angels after him. You want to just leave him to that?"

"Of course not," Sam said. "He's family."

"Then what's the problem? We've done extreme things for each other. Why is this such a big deal?"

Sam was quiet for a minute. "Because I'm sick of being given hope of getting out only to be dragged back in."

Dean felt himself deflate. He knew what Sam was talking about. So many times Sam had made the decision to leave hunting or a part of hunting only to be pulled back in for some reason. There had been his escape to Stanford, probably the closest he ever came to leaving hunting behind, only for Dean to come and take him away. There had been brief thoughts leading up to the defeat of Azazel that Sam would get out when the Demon was dead but then the Gate of Hell had been opened and Sam found out about Dean's deal. Next was during Sam's addiction days where the two of them had split up and Sam had gone to live anonymously as a guy named 'Keith'. Then hunters came and destroyed that. And last was when Dean was in Purgatory. Sam left the life when he couldn't handle having lost Dean yet again and settled down with a girl. Then the girl's previously thought dead husband returned and so did Dean, bringing Sam back to his brother's side.

Dean let out a deep breath and looked at his brother. "Sam," he said, "I'm sorry. I know you've always wanted out of this life but it could never let you go, could it? Scratch that, I could never let you go, let you leave."

Sam rolled his head so he could look at Dean. "You were the one to let me go half the time."

"But I was always the one to bring you back, too, because I'm apparently incapable of being alone."

"Nah, you just want your family close," Sam said. "Besides, do you think I'd have come back every time if I didn't want to? Surely you know that I don't do anything I don't want, not even if someone tries to make me, even you."

Dean's lips twitched in a small grin, acknowledging the truth of the statement. He had more influence over Sam than anyone but if Sam didn't want to do something, not even his big brother could make him.

"I don't hate this life, Dean, the hunting life, not anymore anyways," Sam said, returning his eyes to the ceiling. "I just hate that we're finally on the same page about something, about getting out of this part of hunting, but are now being dragged into it again."

"Sam, I'm not going back on this," Dean said, pulling Sam's eyes back to his. "We are leaving the Angels and Demons behind. We will not get pulled in again. We're doing this to find Cas but if it starts to seem like we're going to get in too deep again, we'll get out and find another way to find Cas."

Sam swallowed. "Really?" he said quietly, sounding all of four rather than thirty.

"Really." Dean nodded. "I'm still all for our plan. Back to basics, Sammy."

Eventually Sam smiled and nodded back then proceeded to blush. "Sorry for being five years old."

Dean chuckled and pat Sam's leg. "Ah, Sammy, at least I remember how to deal with you at five years old whereas thirty year old you I'm still figuring out."

Sam tried to scowl but had apparently grown tired and the expression did nothing. Dean hoped this part of the trial trauma would go away soon. He was sick of watching his little brother grow suddenly exhausted and fall asleep within seconds.

"You're a jerk but you do pretty well," Sam muttered, blinking to try and stay awake but failing miserably.

As was his customary response, Dean snorted and rolled his eyes at the comment while inwardly smiling. He always liked to think he had done well raising Sam and now taking care of him even through all the crap over the past few years, but it was even better to have it validated by someone else, especially Sam.

"Girl," Dean mumbled affectionately. "Come on, naptime."

"Not three, dude," Sam said even as his eyes closed and he allowed Dean to move him around. "Don't take naps."

"Of course not, Sammy," Dean said indulgently as he shoved his brother under the blankets and then pulled them up to his chin.

"Jerk," Sam said sleepily, already half asleep.

"Bitch," Dean returned. "I'll wake you up in time for movie night if you don't wake up before then."

But Sam was asleep and didn't hear a thing. Dean just smiled, brushed back Sam's hair, and left the room, closing the door part way.

"Thanks for stopping by, man," Dean said as he, Kevin, and Garth sat in the living area.

"Not a problem," Garth said. "Always happy to help." He took the beer Dean offered. "So what do you need to know?"

"I don't know anything specific but we need to know about the Angels," Dean said. "It's possible Cas survived the Fall because he had a vessel. However, we need to know the condition that the Angels seem to be in so we know what to look for."

"Ah, got'cha," Garth said and took a swallow of beer before continuing. "A lot of Angels died in the Fall. I've picked up on some names of dead Angels and Castiel hasn't been one of them. Most of the Angels that actually survived are still wandering around in a spirit-like, metaphysical form looking for vessels. Some took vessels when they hit Earth and others have been or are being reborn as humans."

Dean and Kevin stared at him. "How do you know all this?" Dean asked.

Garth grinned. "I know people, got connections. Took over for Bobby so kinda have to know these kinda things, don't I?"

Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Anywho," Garth said. "A lot of the Angels have no memory of who they are. They don't know they're Angels. These are the ones who have been reborn and some of the ones who took vessels. They're wandering around completely lost and confused."

"What about their Grace?" Kevin asked. "Do any Angels have their powers?"

Garth shook his head. "Most or all of the Angels lost their Grace. It separated from them in the Fall. There are some who have their Grace or found it because I have heard of some Angel activity which wouldn't be noticeable without Grace."

"Got any names for the ones who have their Grace?" Dean said.

"I've got one," Garth said. "Name's Bartholomew. He's, uh, helpin' Angels get vessels."

Dean frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Garth gestured to Sam's laptop sitting on the coffee table. Dean nodded and he grabbed it, turning it on. "This guy, Bartholomew, he's figured out the Internet. He's using an online preacher to tell people to say 'yes' to Angels if an Angel comes looking for a vessel."

"You're kidding?" Kevin said and Garth shook his head as he typed away on the computer.

"'Fraid not, man," Garth said and then spun the computer on his lap so the others could see the page he had brought up.

The page was filled with a picture of a man standing in front of a blue background, a podium with a huge book sitting open on it. There was a 'play' symbol in the center of the picture, indicating it was a video of some kind. The very top of the page had the heading 'Just Say Yes'. The man was middle-aged, of heavier build, light brown hair, and wore a grey suit and tie.

"Well, this is just awesome," Dean grumbled. "Who is this guy?"

"Reverend Buddy Boyle," Garth said. "Online preacher with a massive fanbase and, to some, a known Angel. Well, vessel. Bartholomew had him possessed so he could take control of him and his company."

Dean ran his hands over his face. "Okay, let's put Bart and the boys away for a minute. Angels and their Grace. Is there any connection between where the Angel hit and where the Grace hit?"

Garth shook his head. "Not that I've found so far. Angels, even those that don't remember they're Angels, can sense Grace, especially their own, of course. They feel a...tug or something that brings them to their Grace if they pay attention to it."

"So all Angels are able to get their Grace back if they look for it?" Kevin said and Garth nodded. "That would be a bad thing, wouldn't it?"

"Very bad," Garth said. "That would mean we'd have thousands of full powered Angels with vessels hanging around on Earth."

"And all pissed at the one Angel they can probably get to," Dean said. "If Cas is alive, he had better be hiding otherwise he won't last a day if he doesn't have his powers."

"So...does this help us find Cas?" Kevin said and Dean sighed.

"I don't think so," the older hunter said. "We have no idea if Cas has his Grace or not, we have no idea if he even remembers who he is, and, for all we know, other Angels have already gotten to him."

"I'll keep looking," Garth said. "I've been hitting all the states, looking at security cameras, talkin' to people. I got people callin' me when they find, see, or hear of an Angel."

"Good," Dean said. "Keep doing that."

"Will do," Garth said. "Before I take off, I've got some news for yah."

"What's up?" Dean said.

Garth reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "Got a call from Montana police. You know, checkin' that someone's really FBI. Got a hunter there checking out some Demon activity. He sent me some footage from a security camera. At one point on the camera, this happened."

He opened the paper and pushed it over to Dean. The picture was dark and grainy and difficult to make out, but it wasn't impossible. It was a picture of a couple of vending machines with a person bent in front of one, one arm disappearing inside it.

"Is...is this guy...stealing candy?" Dean said, raising an eyebrow at Garth.

"He is," Garth said, nodding. "You recognize him?"

Dean looked closer. Again, it was hard to make out so it took a while to realize that he did know the perpetrator. "Crowley? As in King of Hell Crowley?"

"Looks like," Garth said.

"The King of Hell is stealing candy?" Kevin said, incredulous. "Why is the King of Hell stealing candy?" He snatched the picture to see for himself.

"Hell if I know," Garth said. "Thought it something you'd be interested in."

"Well, that kind of explains what happened to him after the trial," Dean said. "What's his state?"

"No idea," Garth said. "Insane?"

"Dick's always been insane," Dean said with a snort. "Keep an eye on him. Let me know if he does anything or if you find out what's going on with him."

"Right-o, Dean-o," Garth said, ignoring Dean's glare. "I gotta hit the road. I'll keep you updated."

"Thanks, man," Dean said and shook the hunter's hand. He gave a short wave as Garth walked out the door and then sat back with a deep sigh. He rubbed his hands over his face again, suddenly feeling beyond exhausted.

Kevin looked up from the picture of Crowley and bit his lip at Dean's obvious tiredness. Maybe tonight wasn't the best night to watch a movie? Maybe they should wait until they found Castiel. He was about to say so when Dean spoke first.

"Pick a movie for tonight, Kev?"

Kevin blinked and then stopped himself from smiling in relief. "Not yet. I was looking when Garth came by."

Dean nodded and pushed away from the table to stand. "Choose well," he said and Kevin chuckled. "If you pick a chick movie, though, you're on your own."

"Got it," Kevin said.

Dean pat his shoulder and left to check on Sam and then start dinner. He was wandering down the hallway towards Sam's bedroom when Sam himself was suddenly stumbling out of his room, crashing into the opposite wall. Dean noticed his brother's shirt was torn on the sleeve and frowned.

"Sam?" Dean said but Sam didn't appear to hear him. Sam was flinching while staring with wide eyes in his bedroom. "Sammy?"

Then Sam started to run towards him, looking absolutely terrified. Tears were in his eyes but his eyes were unfocused and his skin was flushed. He appeared fevered and was clearly seeing something that Dean wasn't. He reached out and grabbed Sam as he tried to race by.

"Sam. Sam!"

"Can't be real...not real...not real...out, I'm out...got out...not real...no!"

Dean stared at Sam in alarm while trying to keep hold of his struggling brother. He noticed Sam was jabbing his thumb into his palm, his old coping mechanism when Lucifer had been taking over his reality. He hadn't seen the action for a couple of years and seeing it now instantly worried him.

"Sam, listen to me. Sam!" Dean said, holding Sam's arms tightly. "Sam, whatever you're seeing, it's not real, man. It's not real! Look at me. Come on, Sammy, look at me!"

And then Sam's legs fell out from under him, bringing the both of them to the hard floor. His chin was to his chest and his hands limp in his lap. His shoulders started shaking as he cried silently.

"Only Dean calls me 'Sammy'," Sam whispered. "I want Dean. Wan' Dean."

Dean felt his heart stop painfully. He could feel how warm Sam's skin was, indicating he had spiked a high fever in the past few hours. He figured it was causing him to hallucinate and it didn't take a genius or science to figure out he was probably hallucinating Hell and Lucifer. He wrapped his arms around Sam's shoulders and gently pulled his little brother to his chest. He tucked Sam's head under his chin and held him tight, hoping to get through the hallucination.

"I'm here, Sammy," he said quietly, ducking his head so he could place his lips near Sam's ear. "It's me, it's Dean. I've got you, kiddo. You're okay. You're okay, Sammy."

Sam groaned as he turned over, wishing he hadn't woken up. He didn't feel anymore rested than before he had fallen asleep. He thought he heard muffled voices from somewhere else in the bunker but paid it no attention. If it was important, it would have to come to him. His eyes opened a crack and then closed. It took a few minutes but the image he had seen through his cracked eyes finally registered with his brain and his eyes flew open again.

"Hello again, Sammy."

Sam sat up, tossing the blankets aside and tumbling from the bed. He stared at Lucifer in horror. How was this happening? This couldn't be happening. He wasn't in the Cage anymore, Dean had gotten him out and Castiel had taken away the hallucinations. So this...this was a nightmare, had to be, he was still asleep.

"Ah, Sammy, you really thought I was gone?" Lucifer said with a grin, walking over to the bed and sitting cross-legged on it. "I've always been here. Just waiting for your company once again."

"You-you're not real," Sam said, his voice shaking.

"You sure about that?" Lucifer said. "Because this all looks pretty real to me."

And then blood started to run down the walls in little rivulets. Sam raised his hands to find his palms covered in blood. He flinched and looked down to find he was sitting in a growing puddle of blood. He looked up at Lucifer again only to see Dean sitting on his bed instead of the Devil.

"Dean," Sam breathed. "Dean, I—Lucifer, he—"

The bed burst into flames, Dean sitting calmly in the middle. Sam jumped at the sudden fire. Dean just looked at him through the red and orange flames, not seeming to notice as his skin began to burn. Tears poured down Sam's face as he watched his big brother burn alive, watched his skin bubble and burn away.

"Watch big brother burn."

Sam was on his feet and spinning around to keep Lucifer from being behind him. He stumbled backwards, his eyes flicking between the Devil and Dean. He vaguely felt himself hit a solid wall but didn't really notice as the flames finally concealed Dean's charred body.

"Aw, Sammy, is big brother dead?" Lucifer said from Sam's shoulder, making him flinch. "Did big brother burn like Mommy and Jessica?"

There was no way this could be real. Neither he nor Dean was in Hell. They were in the bunker, weren't they? He ground his thumb into his palm unconsciously.

"Can't be real...not real...not real...out, I'm out...got out...not real...no!"

He jerked away and started to run when Lucifer reached out to him. Lucifer was here. It was real. He was in Hell. He had never gotten out. Everything had been a lie. He was still in the Cage. He had never been with Dean. He was still alone. He was still without Dean. He fought when something suddenly clamped on his arms. He struggled as the touch seemed to burn. It had to be Lucifer so he slammed his eyes shut and tried to get free.

"You're mine, Sammy," Lucifer breathed directly into his ear. "Never going to see Dean again, Sammy. Sammy, Sammy, Sammy..."

He couldn't believe it had all been a lie. He truly thought he had been free, had been with Dean. He felt his heart break and then he was falling. The burning pressure on his arms was gone and he felt the hard floor beneath him.

"Only Dean calls me 'Sammy'," he whispered. "I want Dean. Wan' Dean." He cried, not caring if it made things worse later on. He wanted his big brother. He wanted Dean to hug him and tell him everything would be okay. He wanted to be with Dean. He was tired of being away from him. He wanted his big brother just like when he was a little kid. He wanted Dean to hold him and make everything better because that's what Dean did; he made everything better.

He felt himself tilting sideways and then stopped by a solid surface. However, it was a softer surface and it moved a little. Warmth suddenly surrounded him and he immediately relaxed into it along with the feeling of absolute safety that seemed to come with it. Distinct smells worked their way into his senses. Oil, some gunpowder, and, more recently, spices invaded his space and mind. He knew these smells, knew that he associated home, safety, warmth, and love with them.

"I'm here, Sammy."

He heard the quiet words as they broke through the horror scene he had found himself in. He pushed himself into the hold, relaxing and trying to slow his breathing so he could listen to the words being spoken.

"It's me, it's Dean. I've got you, kiddo. You're okay. You're okay, Sammy."

Dean.

Dean had come. He had wanted Dean and Dean had come. He should never doubt Dean. His big brother always came when he was needed. He moved one hand until he felt material under his fingers and latched on. He fell further into the hold he now knew was Dean, feeling too tired and now safe to remain awake.

"Really, Sammy? You're gonna sleep on the floor?" he heard Dean say. He just hummed and let himself fall asleep.

Dean huffed when Sam went completely lax against him, clearly asleep. He didn't want Sam sleeping on the hallway floor but he didn't want to disturb his brother either. The kid had obviously just gone through hell and was exhausted. He sighed and looked down at his little brother still leaning against his chest. Sam's fingers were tangled in his shirt and his breathing in sync with Dean's.

Dean shook his head with a smile and brushed a hand over Sam's hair. He shifted them carefully so he could lean against the wall with Sammy still attached to him.

"Dean, is everything okay?" Kevin came into the hallway and his eyebrows rose when he saw the two brothers. "What happened? Heard yelling."

"He was hallucinating," Dean said, his hand absently rubbing Sam's arm.

Kevin winced in sympathy. "Hell?" he guessed.

"I'm assuming," Dean said. "He kept saying it wasn't real so he was probably seeing Lucifer."

"He okay?"

"He will be," Dean said. "He just needs to rest now. Can you get a blanket and a pillow? I'm apparently not going anywhere and I don't want him to get cold because he made the genius decision to sleep on the stone floor."

Kevin snorted a laugh and went to Sam's bedroom to take the blankets and pillow from the bed. He handed the pillow to Dean who put it behind his back to cushion the hard wall while he draped the blanket over Sam's long body.

"Thanks, kid," Dean said, pulling the blanket over Sam's shoulder.

"Should we move the movie to another night?" Kevin asked but Dean shook his head.

"No, we'll do it tonight. He just needs an hour or two to sleep and then we'll have food while we watch it," Dean said.

"You gonna stay here for two hours?" Kevin said, raising an eyebrow.

"Wouldn't be the worst place or position I've stayed for the Sasquatch," Dean said and Kevin laughed, leaving the brothers in the hallway. Dean looked down at his sleeping brother with a fond smile before leaning back against the wall. He closed his eyes and got as comfortable as possible. Might as well catch up on sleep himself while he was trapped.

None of the bunker's occupants noticed or knew of the flash of gold light or the gold and white feather that appeared in the computer control room.

To Be Continued...