*This story takes place in a different time line because in my version Sam and Dean meet Castiel in a different way.
CHAPTER ONE: HIGH RATS INN
The day was the same as any other. Hunting monsters, and ghosts and saving people's lives, like Dean likes to say. But today it just didn't seem right. To Dean today didn't feel like every other day
"Is everything OK?" Sam asked his brother in a worried tone.
"Yah," Dean said, confused at his brothers question.
"I'm just saying you've been acting weird ever since you got back from hell, and we don't even know what got you out of there in the first place. It could have been a demon trying to gain leverage on us by threatening to put you back. So we must-"
"Chill Sammy," Dean said, cutting his brother off and trying not to let him see that he was worried about it too. "Let's go get some food," he said, while giving his brother a fake smile.
After lunch the boys went to a motel called Low Rates Inn. When they got the room they hadn't know that the name was literal, but when Dean saw it, he said, "Well they have low rates but they are high in rats."
Sam laughed at his brother's smart-ass comment. "Well you will just have to deal with it until we find whatever yanked you out of Hell."
"Well we should just go back to where the bastard grabbed me and gank his ass if he is still there," Dean said, with a frustrated look on his face.
"We don't even know what this thing is, Dean. It doesn't look like anything we ever faced before, so I rather not go in not knowing what we are up against".
"Fine, you can stay here and research this bastard while I go get some food. Do you want anything?"
"No thanks."
Right before Dean could walk out, he heard someone say. " Hello boys." Dean turned to see Crowley standing next to the two large beds.
"So this is where you guys spend your time, at a run down motel. I expected something more elegant," Crowley said with any evil smirk.
