Lily meowed at the door. Cas yawned and sat up. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch.

He looked out the small window and was relived to see there were no zombies in sight.

"Ready to go?" He asked Lily in a joking way.

She meowed and jumped inside Cas' book bag.

Cas took a deep breath, grabbed his gun, and opened the door.

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Dean paused when he heard a branch snap.

He quickly went behind the nearest tree and looked to see where the noise had came from.

Far off in the distance he could see a shape slowly moving towards him. He pointed a gun at the shape that was limping.

"Freeze," he yelled. His voice echoed through the forest.

The figure stopped and fell to the ground. Dean raised an eyebrow and slowly walked towards the shape.

"What's your name?" He yelled, he was still far away from the figure.

The person said something but it sounded muffled.

A small figure ran towards Dean. It stopped at his feet. Dean eyed it with his gun still aimed at the person on the ground.

"What's this?" He asked.

The man looked up. He didn't know what a cat was?

Dean walked closer to the man. "Water," the man whispered.

Dean knelt down and pulled a bottle of water out of his duffel bag. He held the mans head up and poured the water into his mouth.

After a while the man spoke in a raspy voice. "Thank you," he whispered.

Dean frowned, "What's your name?" He asked.

"I'm Castiel," the man said.

Dean helped him up, "Are you contaminated?" He asked.

Cas shook his head, "No." He had to lean against Dean for support, he had sprained his ankle a while back when he tripped over a root.

Dean started walking back to his base with Cas leaning heavily against him.

Lily followed. "What happened to your ankle?" Dean asked.

"I tripped over a root, do you have any food I could have?" Cas asked.

Dean nodded, stopped, and pulled out a granola bar out of his duffel bag.

"Here," he said unwrapping it and handing it to Cas.

Cas thanked him and slowly ate it.

They neared the gate and Dean yelled for Ellen to open the gate.

Ellen did as told. "Dean, thank god you were gone for two days," she said cupping his face.

Dean pulled away, "Ya, ya, help this man, get him a meal and some bandages," Dean demanded.

Ellen sat him down on a chair under a small, green canvas. "Watch him while I go get some stew and bandages," she demanded.

Dean nodded as sat down next to him. His cat jumped on the chair and crawled on his lap.

"What's your story?" Dean asked.

Cas cocked his head to the side, "What do you mean?" He questioned.

"Everyone who comes in here always has a story," Dean explained.

Cas shrugged, "I was a business man before the apocalypse and when it started, well, I was all alone and I managed to find somewhere to stay. I found a gun, and at one point I found someone, but after two weeks he ran away, always mumbling about finding his brother or something," Cas said.

"What was his name?" Dean asked.

Cas thought about this, "Sam, I think," he answered.

Deans eyes widened, "How long ago was this?" He asked.

"About a week or two ago," Cas said.

Relief seemed to flush over his face. "Thank god," he said.

Cas frowned, "How did you know him?"

"He's my brother."

Cas nodded and Ellen came out of a small, brick house with stew in both hands and cloth she was holding with her hands.

"You brought him in, he's your responsibility," Ellen said as she set the stew down on a table near them.

Dean rolled his eyes as she threw him the cloths. Dean wasn't even looking and he caught them.

"Nice reflexes," Cas commented.

Dean shrugged, "I probably got them from having to fight for myself in the wilderness," he said.

Cas nodded as Dean bent down and gently grabbed his ankle. He examined Cas' ankle. It was swollen and it was purple in some places.

"Does it hurt when I do this?" He asked gently pushing his thumb on a purple spot.

Cas winced and nodded.

"I think it's broken," Dean said as he took a piece of metal from the middle of the cloth and placed it against his ankle. He started wrapping the cloth around his ankle.

When he was done he pulled his chair closer to the table, followed by Cas.

"Thank you, I don't really know any medical things," he said staring at Dean while he ate. Dean didn't notice.

"No problem," Dean said.

Cas pulled his eyes away from Dean and began to eat.

They sat in an awkward silence until they both were done eating.

"I'll take these bowls back," Dean said as he got up and grabbed the two wooden bowls.

Cas nodded as Lily jumped on the table and trotted over to Cas.

Moments later Dean was back dressed in a new pair of clothes and his duffel bag was bulkier now.

"Ellen, I'm going out again," Dean said.

Ellen frowned, "Honey, you were just out. It's not safe," she said.

Dean rolled his eyes, "I'll be fine. I have enough food and water to last me a month and I have a compass," he said.

"At least take someone, to watch your back," she suggested.

Dean shrugged, "I guess," he said rubbing the back of his head, "I guess I'll wait till morning."

Ellen smiled. "Good, now go get some sleep," he said as she patted his back.