Sam woke up first, and gazed down at the sleeping Cas, he smiled and rubbed his hands across his back. Cas stirred and moved closer to him. Sam laid there and stared at the cracks and water damage in the ceiling, he wondered where he was but not for too long. Seconds later Cas jumped up and ran circles around the room trying to find his clothes.

Sam eased himself up trying not to bend any part of his torso, "Where's the fire, Chief?" he said watching Cas stumble and fall on his butt as he hurried to put his legs in his jeans.

Cas looked at him still stuffing his legs in the jeans and said plainly, "I'm about to die."

Sam's face went from amusement to sheer confusion, "What?"

"I've gotta go, I can't be here when they get here." Cas tossed his jacket and coat over his arm and just barely had his feet in his shoes.

"Who is they? And how do they where we are, hell I don't even know where we are!" Sam got up ignoring the cuts that were half healed. Cas walked to the center of the room, tripping over his untied shoes, " Bye Sam I've got to go." Cas closed his eyes and stood there, Sam looked at him too as he waited for Cas to disappear; but the moment never came.

Cas opened his eyes back up, and looked around, "I'm still here?" he questioned then began to panic, "I'm still here! How can this be? I must've - ooooh no, no, no, no, this cannot be happening."

Cas kicked his shoes off threw his coats to the ground and ran to the staircase that Sam had not seen.

Sam followed as best he could up the stairs and once he reached the top he saw that they were standing in the foundation of a house that once was.

He saw Cas standing in what he presumed to be the front yard with one single solitary tree , "Beam me up Daddy!" he shouted up at the sky. Cas closed his eyes and waited, still nothing. Sam did his best hobble run over beside Cas and Cas grabbed his shoulders, eyes wild with hysteria. "This cannot be happening!" he shook Sam then kissed him madly, "What seems to be the problem?" Sam asked wrestling his way out of Cas' grip.

"I'm human, that's the problem! I can't run away from this one."

"Run away from what?" Sam said as he followed Cas across the yard to what could've been a garage, Cas swung the doors open, "It's not what I'm running away from, it's who." He said kicking around old cans and rambling through piles of junk.

"Okay then who are you running from?" Sam asked trying to swat away the spider hanging in front of him.

Cas sifted through the junk some more and pulled out the broken blade of a chainsaw, examined it, stuck his hand through the tight hole near the severed edge of the blade and swung it in Sam's direction.

Sam stepped out of the way, "Your brother."

Sam tilted his head in confusion, "Cas my brother's in the hospital, and Castiel…well come to think of where is he?" he called out to Castiel, but the angel did not show.

"Don't bother, calling him he's not gonna answer to you anymore." Cas said walking back to the front yard and the solitary tree that grew there. He began whacking at it with the broken blade still on his hand, "Why won't he answer?" Sam stood on the other side of the tree, and stared Cas down.

Cas stopped hitting the tree for a second, turned his head toward the dirt road and listened.

He squinted his eyes and in the distance he saw a small cloud of smoke rise.

Dean-Cas

Dean had awoken in the hospital alone, and against all attempts to stop him, he left it the same.

He went into the parking lot and hotwired a car and drove until he figured he was far enough.

He got out of the car and looked at where he was, then he recognized it. It was just 5 or so miles from where he'd been attacked by Castiel and where he assumed his wife had died.

He got back in and drove in the middle of the road, not caring for any oncoming traffic that might show up, he slowed up when he figured he was a mile or so away and looked out of the window. He tried to envision what it might have looked like, his wife dying. No one at the hospital would give him details, they just gave apologies. And Dean knew well enough that apologies brought back no one; no matter how much you said it or how much you truly meant it. He continued to slow cruise until he saw Castiel standing in a ring of fire. At first Dean thought about ramming the car into him and letting the dire work it's magic. But Dean wasn't after quick and easy, he wanted to give Castiel the same slow tortured pain he'd given him.

He stopped in the middle of the road and got out of the running up to Castiel, who's first words to him were an apology that might as well have been salt in his wound.

"You're killed my wife you sonofabitch! I trusted you! You were my fucking friend!" Dean punched Castiel with his one good arm and looked at Castiel's unchanging demeanor, and they fired his temper up even more.

Castiel continued to let Dean punch him, not just so he could wear himself out, but also because he couldn't step outside the circle.

Having only one could arm to hit with took more energy out of Dean, than he had expected and he was reduced to angry, frustrated tears.

"Why Cas- why?" he dropped down on the grass in front of the fire.

Castiel looked down on him, he pitied him only for a minute while he thought of a plan.

"I didn't do it Dean. The Cas you saw was not me, I wasn't even at your wedding."

Dean looked up at Castiel trying to search his blue eyes for the truth, "I didn't get an invitation."

"Oh well I just thought you would-" Dean started.

"Save it, that's over now."

"Okay if you didn't do it then who did?"

"Perhaps it would be a story best told on the road." Castiel said looking at the fire surrounding him.

"Who put you in here?" Dean asked pulling off his jacket, careful not to stretch his arm too much because of the cast, and he began to beat out the fire.

Castiel watched him and when he gotten the last flame down, he said, "I'll have to explain it on the way there. Get in the car."

"Where are we going and where's my brother?" Dean asked starting up the car.

"Both are only a few miles up this road."