Hey guys! Before the start of the new episode, there's the next chapter of this story. I'm not really satisfied. Maybe I will rewrite it later... I don't know.

But for now enjoy!

PS: And enjoy the new episode this evening. I'm sure I will.

Chapter 2

The old king looked sick and exhausted, lying in his king-size bed, covered with gold and purple sheets. The light in his eyes slowly faded, announcing his near death.

"Where's Gabriel?", the king asked, looking at the three men standing in front of his bed.

"He's on his way, father", one of the men said. He was a rather slim man with ash-blond hair. Of all the men, he was the prettiest.

"Then, we shall wait", the king declared.

A few minutes later, the king's bedroom-door was opened and the missing son entered. "Sorry, I'm late, father. I came as swiftly as I was able", he said, bowing slightly, then turned to the other men. "Balthazar, Michael, Lucifer", he eyed everyone suspiciously with his hazelnut eyes.

After the sons finally fell silent, the king cleared his throat while sitting up a bit.

"So, to the matter of succession. Of my seven sons there are four of you today still standing. This is quite a break with tradition. I had twelve brothers..."

"...and you killed them all for your throne before your father, the king, even felt poorly." Lucifer said, interrupting his father.

The king smiled and chuckled slightly, causing his sons to smile as well.

"We know father, you're strong and courageous", Lucifer continued in awe.

"And cunning, most importantly cunning", the king added, then sighed. He turned to Gabriel, smiling. "Gabriel, look through the window and tell me what you see."

Gabriel bowed, turned around and went to the window, which was large and wide open. He looked out into the night, watched the mountains and fields of this great kingdom.

"I see the kingdom, father. The whole of Stormhold", Gabriel said, facing his father again.

"And?", the king asked.

"My kingdom?", Gabriel questioned with a cocky smile.

"Maybe...look up", the king ordered and Gabriel obeyed.

While he did so, the king shot Lucifer a meaningful look. Said understood immediately, walking towards Gabriel, who was still looking over the kingdom. In a glimpse of a second, Lucifer bumped Gabriel, that he fell out the window, down the castle. The other sons watched the scene, Balthazar rather terrified, while Michael drew closer to Lucifer with the aim of kicking the latter the same way. The king only laughed.

In a mirror behind the king's bed, Gabriel appeared as a ghost, surrounded by his dead brothers.

"Uriel, Raphael and Ezekiel. You're alive. You're...", Gabriel began joyfully, but stopped when he realized, that his brother's were not alive, but he was also dead.

"...stuck like this till the new king is crowned", Raphael finished Gabriel's sentence and sighed.

"I was that close", Gabriel winced.

"Well, at least you haven't lost your looks", Uriel teased. In fact, all the dead sons looked quite unattractive, since they looked just like the very second they'd died. In Uriel's case it was death from cold. His whole face was still covered with frost. Raphael's face looked like it was burnt and Ezekiel had a huge axe sticking in his head.

"Oh please, you're not annoyed about that whole murder thing, are you? That was ten years ago", Gabriel said to Uriel.

"Yeah, great deal of good it did you, didn't it, killing me, Gabriel? Because now, of course, now you're king of all Stormhold", Uriel replied sarcastically.

"Oh sorry, no, you're not. You're dead", he added.

"Mary? Mary?", the king babbled, looking around with glassy eyes.

"No, father. It's me, your son, Michael", his eldest son answered.

"Where's your sister? Mary?", the king asked his sons.

"Sorry, father. Nobody has seen Mary for years now", Balthazar said.

"Lucifer?", the king shot his son a warning look. "Tradition dictates the throne must pass to a male heir."

"Exactly father. So why would I kill my sister when these abominations are still alive?", Lucifer stated matter-of-factly.

The king sighed and nodded.

"Therefore, we shall resolve the situation in a non-traditional manner."

He looked down at the huge necklace around his neck. It held a ruby as red as blood. The king took the necklace, held it up and suddenly the ruby turned white.

"Only he of royal blood can restore the ruby", he said, when the ruby left his hand, hovering above their heads.

"And the one of you, that does so shall be the new king of Stormhold." These were the king's last words, then he sank to his pillows, dead.

The remaining brothers shared looks between each other and the ruby and finally stretched their hands out for it, but it rushed out of the window into the deep, dark night-sky as soon as they tried to reach it.

The ruby crossed the sky, heading where the stars lived. Suddenly, a blazing white light came down the sky, falling. It couldn't be missed by anybody, who was watching the sky that night, and so it couldn't be missed by Dean and Lisa.

"Look, Dean. A shooting star. Beautiful", Lisa said with delight, pointing at the sky.

"This would be the perfect wedding gift. If anyone would bring me that star, it would mean he truly loves me", she continued.

"In other words, you want me to bring you that star as a proof of true love?", Dean asked, although he already knew the answer.

"Quite right. So, would you do it? Bring me that star?"

She looked at him in expectation. How could he disappoint such a cute girl? Maybe his father was right, settling down with the person you love wasn't a bad idea at all. At least, Lisa was pretty hot, and even if she wasn't his true love, he'd still have some fun with her. But first, she wanted that stupid star, so he would bring it to her.

"All right, fine", Dean said.

But Dean and Lisa weren't the only ones to see the falling star. Deep down in Stormhold's darkest parts, an attractive middle-aged guy was also watching it.

The guy, who had watched the star falling, rushed inside an old, rotten castle.

"Azazel, Alastair! Wake up, now!"

"What is it?", a yellow-eyed man asked, still half asleep.

"A star has fallen", the other guy replied in a nice British accent. "Where are the Babylon candles?"

"You used the last one, Crowley, 200 years ago. Do you not recall?", the other man answered.

"Perhaps we can obtain another", yellow-eyes said.

"Has your mind become as decrepit as your face, Azazel? You speak as if such things are freely available", Crowley shouted angrily.

"I know, I merely thought..."

"You'd have us hunting for a Babylon candle, while some other witch finds our star", Crowley interrupted him.

"Fool, there's no time to waste. If we must retrieve it on foot, then we shall. Alastair, we need information", Crowley ordered and the other witches obeyed. They went to a room with several cages in it. They all contained animals like wolfs, crocodiles, ferrets and other. Alastair took a ferret, laid it on a table and held it, when his fellows slashed the poor creature with their knives.

"If these divinations are correct, the fallen star lies 100 miles away", Azazel pointed out.

"Which of us shall go then, to seek it and bring it back?", Alastair said, looking at the others. They grabbed inside the ferret's guts, taking something from it and held it up.

"I've his kidney", Alastair said.

"I've his liver", came it from Azazel.

"And I've his heart", Crowley smiled, since he had cheated on them by looking at what he picked, while the other two had closed their eyes.

Alastair and Azazel frowned at him, but retreated.

"You'll be needing what's left of the last star", Azazel suggested.

They turned to a wooden chest, locked by multiple locks and opened it. There was a sparkling light shining out of the box.

"There's not much left", Crowley said. "Soon, there'll be plenty for us all", Azazel added, smiling mischievously. With that, Crowley swallowed the sparkling piece of the last star, while Azazel and Alastair watched with envy.

The star made him powerful and gave him back his youth. It was the ultimate energy source for any supernatural being.

The star, which did not know of the danger it was in, fell into a dark forest. When it crushed, it was accompanied by an incredible explosion, destroying most of the forest and creating a large crater. There was the star, and as soon as its light faded, it revealed a man, much more beautiful than any human being on earth. His hair as dark as the night and with eyes, as blue as the bluest ocean and more sparkling than any other star. It was clear to anybody, that this man must be something like an angel. The star gasped, but fell unconscious.

"John Winchester, not again", Garth said, meeting Dean in the middle of the field. To everybody's surprise, the slim man hadn't changed a bit over the last 20 years, which was, of course, since he was also some kind of supernatural being, or at least got some magic.

"It's Dean, actually", Dean chuckled.

"Oh, you look a bit like your father. And I suppose you intend to cross the wall as well, do you?", Garth asked suspiciously. "Well, you can forget it. Go home!"

"Cross the wall as well as who?"

Dean shot Garth a puzzled glance, causing said to gulp, while looking away from Dean.

"No one, nobody crosses the wall. You know that, Dean. Everybody knows that", he declared.

Dean thought about it, but soon seemed to accept it.

"Yeah, I know. I understand, nobody. Well, I better head for the old homestead, then."

He smiled sheepishly, when Garth also smiled and turned his back on him.

"Night, Dean. Give my best to your father", he said walking back to the wall.

But this wasn't Dean Winchester, who surrendered just like that. As soon as he was sure, Garth didn't watch him anymore, he started to run past Garth, jumping over the wall.

He almost thought he had tricked him, when Garth suddenly jumped over the wall as well, landing in front of him. He took his staff and hit Dean in the guts. Dean coughed and gasped for air, but Garth hit him again and pushed him back to the other side of the wall. Dean tried to take the staff away, when Garth kicked him in the face, twice, and Dean fell on his back. Dean couldn't believe that he was defeated by such a slim and slender guy, so he stood up again, ready to fight. However, Garth was too fast and hit him with his staff, right in his face. This time Dean surrendered for real.

He laid on his back, gasping for air, laughed at by Garth, who stood above him.

"Off you go", he said, smiling triumphantly.

John heard the door slamming and a person's angry snorting, when he came down.

There was Dean, who looked for anything to cool his head, which still hurt like hell after Garth had beaten him.

"I heard you come in. What happened? Are you hurt?", John asked worriedly.

"No, I'm fine. I only got my ass kicked by that freak, Garth", Dean answered furiously.

"Garth? You mean that boy at the wall? You should be much stronger than him"; said John, not believing the words of his son.

"Yeah, I thought so, too. But I guess he had some time to practice...and some reason too, don't you think?"

"Wait! Did you try to cross the wall? Why?"

Dean sat down, eying his father suspiciously before he answered. "I might ask you the same!"

John knew what he meant. It seemed now was the right time to tell his son the truth, the whole truth.

"I have a mother? I mean, of course I have a mother, but she could still be alive", Dean said excitedly.

"Oh , I hope so. I certainly like to think so", John agreed, "and there's more I have to show you."

He took a small wooden box, covered by a thick layer of dust and handed it to Dean.

"Is that from her?", Dean asked and his father nodded.

When he opened it, he found the glass flower, the snowdrop, and the part of the chain, his father cut, and a small piece of paper. Unrolling it, he found a black candle inside and the paper turned out to be a letter from his mother.

"I've never opened it. It's addressed to you", his father informed him.

Dean read out loud:

"My dearest Dean, please know that. I only ever wanted the best for you. Had my mistress allowed it, I would have kept you in a heartbeat. My dearest wish is that we will meet someday. But that's not everything. I need you to know, that you have a brother. He's not like you, he's special. That's why I had to hide him somewhere else, a safe place, where no one would find him. Please, you have to find him. Bring him back to you and your father. The fastest way to travel is by candlelight. To use it, think of him and only him. I will think of you two every day, for always.

Your Mother"

It was silent for it felt like eternity. Then it was John, who broke the silence first.

"So, I have another son. Had I known that, I would have looked for him in the first place."

Dean put his hand on his father's shoulder.

"I think, she wanted me to find him. I'm sure he's still safe. I will find him, father, and our mother."

They looked in each others eyes and John knew that he could trust Dean. He was a strong and brave boy, he would find both of them. So John nodded in agreement.

"Do you have a light?", Dean asked and got it immediately from his father.

He took it and lit the candle.

The blue-eyed man woke up, rubbing his head. Confused about what had happened, he looked around, when he found the golden necklace with the white stone. He remembered that it was this particular necklace, which had hit him in the first place and caused him to fall.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't realize the white light above him, which came down very fast and when he finally recognized it, it hit him hard.

As soon as the light faded, the blue-eyed man realized a heavy person above him and when he opened his eyes, he was faced by a pair of incredibly green eyes, looking at him with a mixture of surprise and shock.

"Brother?", the blue-eyed man heard the other man say. "Oh, Brother, I'm so sorry. Are you all right?"

"What? No, I'm not", blue-eyes answered, getting slightly furious. "And I'm not your brother, so get off me!"

First he was hit by some stupid stone and forced to fall down to earth, and now there was this stupid guy on top of him, babbling something about him being his brother. That was too much.

"You're not my brother?", Dean asked again, still on top of the man.

"Do I look like your brother?", he questioned.

"No, I mean, I don't know", Dean replied.

"Believe me, I'm not. And now, get off me!", he shouted angrily and finally Dean obeyed.

Once he got off, the blue-eyed man shifted uncomfortably. His leg hurt. It was because of the fall or the violent hitting of this guy.

"Are you all right? Do you need some help?", Dean asked, since he recognized the other being somehow injured.

"You can help by leaving me alone", he replied petulantly.

Dean raised an eyebrow, but went away, thinking about what went wrong and why he didn't find his brother.

"Light the candle and think of your brother...I did", Dean spoke to himself. "But then Lisa and the star just popped into..."

He turned back to his companion. "Sorry, pal. This may seem strange, but have you seen a fallen star anywhere?", he asked.

Now it was the blue-eyed man, who raised an eyebrow, then chuckled.

"You're funny", he said.

"No, really, we're in a crater. This must be where it fell", Dean mentioned, not realizing that he was talking straight to the star.

"Yeah, this is where it fell. Or if you want to be really specific, up there is where this weird, bloody necklace came out of nowhere and knocked it out of the heavens, when it was minding its own business. And over there is where it landed", he said, pointing at the sky and at the center of the crater, showing the necklace. "And this is also where it got hit by a magical, flying moron", he ended, shooting Dean an angry glance.

Dean finally understood, however, he still couldn't believe what he was just told.

"You're the star?", he asked, stunned.

"Yes, I am", the star admitted.

"This is crazy. How can you be a star? You don't look like a star."

"Well, thank you. And you look like a dumb, flying moron, and now it seems that you really are a dumb, flying moron."

"The name's Dean. And what's yours?", Dean introduced, stretching his hand out.

"Castiel", he simply said, but didn't take the hand. He was still angry, and soon would be a lot more angry, had he known what Dean was about to do.

"Nice to meet you, Castiel. And may I say in advance that I am sorry." Before Castiel could say anything, Dean put the chain, he got from his father, around Castiel's wrist.

"What...", Castiel began, but was interrupted. "If I'm not mistaken, this means you have to come with me."

"The hell I do", Castiel said, trying to get the chain off his wrist.

"See, you're going to be a present for a really cute girl. And maybe you can help me find my brother", Dean explained matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, nothing says romance like the gift of a kidnapped, injured man, and I'm certainly not helping you with anything."

With that Castiel crossed his arms, not willing to go anywhere at all.