AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for the short first chapter! I just didn't want to reveal too much, as I have a lot more saved for future chapters. I really appreciate reviews – negative and positive. Though if you write a negative review, I would like it if you explained what you didn't like and what I could change. I hope you enjoy reading!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Castiel, Sam, Dean or any other characters mentioned from the show, Supernatural!

OTHER: For those curious to know what Anastasia and Eden look like, here are their face claims. Look them up~

Anastasia's Face Claim: Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey

Eden's Face Claim: Shanina Shaik

Dean - 33

Sam - 29

Anna - 22

Eden - 24

Kevin - 18

DEAN, SAM & CASTIEL'S PERSPECTIVE:

It was a dark, quiet night in Washington, around three in the morning. Dean and Sam Winchester slept silently in their rented motel room, unaware of the figure that stood between their beds. Slowly, the figure crept towards Dean's unconscious body, reaching out a hand to tenderly grip the man's shoulder. Squeezing it lightly, the figure stepped backwards; watching as Dean awoke abruptly, instinctively reaching for the light switch beside his bed. He almost reached for his gun too, but after taking a second look at the figure standing before him, the man let out an aggravated groan.

"Dammit, Cas! What did I tell you about waking me up like that?" Dean paused to let out a sigh, still a bit startled by the unusual awakening. "A simple knock on the door would have done the job. It freaks me out to think you watch us sleep." He shivered and casually turned to glance at Sam, who continued to sleep. Shaking his head, he gripped the pillow beside him and tossed it at the man. He awakened quickly, and stood aghast.

"Wh-what is it?" Sam muttered incoherently, glancing around the room. His eyes fixed on the angel in a trench coat. "Castiel? What are you doing here?"

"I apologize for waking you so early in the morning, but I have an urgent matter to discuss with you." Castiel paused, taking a deepened breath. "I wouldn't have woken you if it were not important."

"Urgent matter? What are you talking about?" Dean inquired as he sat up on the bed.

"Dmitri, one of the first demons created, has risen from Hell. He's just as powerful as Lilith, but more clever. It'll be nearly impossible to track him down." The angel forewarned. Making his way to the window, he peered at the nearly bare parking lot and empty street.

"Okay... Though, I don't see why you couldn't have waited to tell us this in the morning." Sam replied, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes.

"I had to tell you now, because I have an idea where he might be. Ohio. It'll take you several days to get there in your car, so it's important for you to leave as soon as possible." Abruptly, Castiel spoke. He turned from the window to face them.

"Why would he be in Ohio, of all places?" Sam asked as, his eyebrow rising inquiringly.

"Because of a girl; Anastasia," The angel took a step forward. "Anastasia Roque."

"What's so special about this girl?" Dean stood, confused.

"Anastasia's father is John Winchester. She is your half-sister."

Dean's eyes widened. He was shocked, and unsure whether or not to believe Cas. "Half-sister? Like Adam?" He paused, trying compose himself. "Why didn't you tell us earlier? We could have made sure she was protected!" Peeved, Dean began to pace the room. He was trying to make sense of the situation. As he did so, Sam slowly stood and made his way in-between the two men. He crossed his arms in a mixture of perplexity and antagonism.

"I was not informed until tonight, therefore, I could not have told you earlier." Castiel answered, gradually meeting his eyes. It was then that he realized just how upset the man felt by his own reluctance to tell him. Letting out a sigh, he reached out a hand to grip Dean's shoulder. "If I would have known earlier, you know that I would have told you. Please don't make this my fault." He dropped his hand and took a step back, trying to avoid his aggrieved gape

"How could you not have known? I mean, being a Winchester is a pretty big deal," Dean paused for a second as he thought of how to put his thoughts into words, "I'm actually surprised that she's still alive… She is alive, right?" Knowing the answer, the man shook his head, signaling that he didn't need an answer.

"I'm with Dean here. How is it possible that you didn't know about her until now?" Sam finally spoke up, his gaze meeting Castiel's.

"I… I don't know why no one told me." Castiel took a deep breath before continuing. "My guess is that she had protection earlier and did not need it from you. But now that Dmitri has risen, whoever had protected her fled." He paused, eying the brothers to make sure they understood where he was leading the conversation. "So... you two must go to Ohio and save her before Dmitri can get to her."

"Hold on… You mean to tell me that whoever was protecting her just up and left? And you think that there's a chance to save her?" Dean sighed deeply. "We're obviously dealing with something that we've never had to before."

"Right, but we thought that about Lilith, too." Sam attempted to reason with his older brother, although he knew that man was exceedingly stubborn. "We haven't had a job in a few months... Maybe that's changing our perspective… I mean, we killed Lilith and she was the first demon."

"Lilith wanted to be killed, Sammie. When you killed her you broke the last seal of the Apocalypse. It freed Lucifer from his cage. So something tells me that this Dmitri guy won't be killed easily... Or at all for that matter."

"Precisely. Dmitri's rising isn't random. He obviously has a plan, and I'm sure that neither of us want to know what it is." Castiel paused, letting out a subdued sigh. "I think his plan starts with murdering Anastasia."

"I don't get it… Why would he want to kill her?" Sam questioned.

"Every Winchester, with the exception of you two, has been murder so far. Did you think that was random?" Castiel raised an eyebrow.

"No, of course not… But why would killing Anastasia be so important?" Sam replied, a perplexed expression covering his face.

"I'm not sure. All I know is that we have to keep her alive."

"Okay then." Dean sighed after a while of silently thinking, turning away from Castiel and towards Sam. "Sammie, go get dressed. We're leaving in thirty minutes." Without saying anything else, he made his way across the room where his jacket lay on an empty chair. He grasped the brown leather in his hand. Casually, he then slipped it over his plain black tee and turned back to face Castiel, who stood motionless, watching Dean as he went about his normal routine. "Cas… Don't you have something better to do?" Dean raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you go and monitor things in Ohio?"

"Alright... I'll go do that then." Castiel replied, vanishing within seconds.

After a few minutes of waiting, Sam rejoined Dean in their bedroom and together they packed up and drove off towards Ohio.

ANASTASIA'S PERSPECTIVE:

"So when exactly did you paint this?" Anastasia asked her best friend, Eden, as she examined the girl's newest painting. It was a portrait of three men. The one in the middle caught her attention the most. His features were almost angelic and the trench coat he wore made him stick out even more. "Who are these men?"

"I saw them in a dream I had last night. Suddenly I had inspiration to paint them. I finished it right before I invited you over." Eden replied. She looked at the painting again. "I have no idea who they are."

"That's bizarre." Anna spoke, her eyes never leaving the painting. Its beauty was hypnotizing. "Do you think they're real?" She hesitated. "Real people, I mean."

"Honestly, I have no idea. I could find them if they had names, but it was a dream... So they obviously don't."

A sharp ring interrupted the silence in the room, causing Anna to tear her eyes away from the painting. After looking around, the girl noticed that it was the alarm on her watch. "I have to go. But I'll stop by after work, okay?" Receiving a nod from Eden, Anna collected her coat and purse while heading out the door. She worked part-time at a diner down the street.

When she got to work her overly enthusiastic boss greeted her. Once she waved at the man, she made her way to the back of the store, slipped her apron on and then began work for the day.

After working for a few hours, Anna was more than ready for her break. She just had one last table to serve before she could take it. Glancing around the room, she quickly spotted the table. She examined the two men sitting in the booth, finding both excruciatingly familiar. It took her a second to process why they seemed so familiar. When she did, her eyes widened drastically.

'Those men… They were in Eden's painting!' Anastasia thought to herself, hesitant to take a step forward. 'That means she dreamed of real people!' She examined the two again, raising an eyebrow. 'Why them? Does she know them?' Shaking her head, she tried to step forward again but she couldn't move. A mixture of nerves and fear stopped her.

After a while, though, her curiosity won and she built up the nerve to approach the table.

Putting on her game face, Anna casually pulled her notebook and pen from her apron pocket. "Hello. I'm Anastasia and I'll be your server today." She smiled at both men and was taken aback by their attractiveness. "Wh- what can I get for you?" Anna asked. She turned to the older-looking, more attractive (in her opinion) man and smiled yet again. It slowly faded when she watched the men exchange a wide-eyed glance. "I'm sorry, is there something wrong?"

"Are you Anastasia Roque?" Both men asked.

"Yes… Why do you ask?" She replied hesitantly.

After exchanging a few looks and nodding, the younger man with the longer hair turned to her. His eyes resembled those of a puppy.

"We are your brothers."