A/N: Sorry guys, spring break ended and I was thrown back into the chaos of school work…Hopefully I can post quicker next time! Thanks to all that followed and faved! :)

2 days later…

"Wait, let me get this straight," Cole slurred over the rowdy crowd, swirling his beer bottle crudely. "A random civilian actually saved your ass? And you say that he knocked them flat? Alistair?" Dean smiled and nodded once before taking a long sip from his own bottle.

"Hell yeah, man. The dude came out of nowhere," Dean laughed as he put down his bottle. "I don't even know how he saw the fight; it was in a shady alley!" Cole paused for a second, gears turning. The cop put down his bottle, looking at his friend seriously. Dean's eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" Dean asked. From across the other side of the table Bobby watched Dean closely, the older man's beer forgotten. A few other cops had joined Dean for a few beers at a local tavern, Rufus included, Bobby paying in honor of Dean's well-being. All of them were looking at Dean now, concern on their faces.

"What?" Dean asked again quickly, looking around the table.

"…You don't think he's stalking you, do you?" Cole said softly; the first one to say it out loud. "This, Trench Coat dude…or whatever. Did you really not ask for his name?" Dean flushed and took another sip of his beer. He had honestly been too swept up in all the chaos to ask.

"No, and I don't think so." Dean said as he put his bottle back down, empty. He gestured at a waitress who came over and replaced his empty beer with a new, cold one. "Never seen him before, you know, I have sharp eyes." Cole rolled his eyes and Bobby huffed.

"Some eyes you got there, boy. Gettin' jumped in broad daylight…They must really have it out for you." Dean hummed in agreement and took a sip from his beer, looking out the glass window behind Bobby's head. A flash of tan caught his eye, from across the street, and Dean about sputtered on his beer.

There was Trench Coat again, and he was looking at something. Even from afar, Dean could tell that he looked worried. Dean's stomach churned unpleasantly and he put his bottle down immediately…maybe a bit too hard.

"What is it?" Bobby asked and turned around in his chair, confused.

"Is that…?" Cole asked and Dean nodded once, his facial expression taunt.

Was he actually being stalked? Who the hell was this guy?

"Give me a sec," Dean said and swung his legs off his stool. He had maybe walked two feet when all hell broke loose. A bright red Chevy swerved in the road, the shine of guns glittering out of rolled down windows.

It was Alistair's men…The ones that had got away.

That was what Trench Coat was looking at.

"Get down!" Dean screamed and managed to tackle Bobby to the ground before gunshots and terrified screams erupted in the bar, glass shards flying. From across the street, Trench Coat was already moving, the stranger rushing into the danger without pause, his blue eyes wide in horror.

Cole was shot in the arm before he managed to hit the floor, Dean screaming his name as he went down. The gunshots seemed to go on forever, as did the screams. It was maybe five seconds, but it felt like hours, and then it was suddenly over.

Dean pulled his gun out the moment the buzzing in his ears stopped, dazed and enraged. He tumbled out the bar, Bobby calling out for him, the crunching of broken glass loud in his ears. He ignore Bobby altogether. Dean looked both ways down the street, his gun raised high. He was pleased to find that the bastards had smashed their cherry red Chevy into pole not twenty feet from the bar. Their getaway plan did not go as planned, it seemed as it looked like they had hit a few cars trying to flee. The bastards.

Dean rushed to the car, screaming orders into his receiver, his gun not yet lowered. The driver was unconscious and bleeding from a wound on his head. There was another passed out in the passenger seat, but it looked like the others had run away on foot. Dean looked at the car itself, feeling a sharp pain of regret. It was a damned beauty. 1968. Damn.

"This is Dean Winchester. We got ourselves a shootout at 1st street, one cop down and maybe a few civilian injuries. The bas—the assaulters are on foot, running south. Get the bastards." Dean ended, snarling without a damn of protocol. Dean slammed his palm down, hard, on the damaged car, cursing under his breath.

The cop was frozen in place, his brain churning. He should have seen this coming. He should have protected his friends. He should have never been with them. It should have been him who had been sho—

"Are you all right, Dean?" Dean whipped around to find Trench Coat staring at him with concern, his coat rattier looking than before. Dean snapped. The cop grabbed the man by the collar and shoved him up against the car, his face taunt and hurt.

"Who are you?" Dean practically snarled, the cop feeling his eyes sting with tears. "What do you want?" The man looked honestly shocked, his blue eyes wide and innocent. Dean felt a twinge of guilt and he let him go immediately, backing away with a sharp apology. The man did not seem fazed and he didn't bother to fix his rumpled appearance. However, the look in his eyes screamed that he wasn't all there. He looked at Dean dazedly, the cop unable to look away.

"I'm…Castiel," The man practically murmured and Dean's eyebrows furrowed further.

"Castiel?" Dean asked, rolling the odd name on his tongue. Castiel nodded once, the dazed look in his eyes not going away. Dean looked at him like he had two heads. "What kind of name is that? Don't you have a last name?" Castiel looked downright scared at the mention of a last name and the man looked down, his blue eyes flicking back and forth, as if he were trying to remember something dreadfully important.

He looked horrified and Dean felt a chill run down his spine. He gingerly touched Castiel's shoulder, the rumpled man immediately jumping back as if Dean had shocked him, blue eyes impossibly wide. Dean felt like he had shocked him.

"I-I'm sorry," Dean mumbled, his hand still extended towards him. Castiel looked ready to bolt. "Cas—"

"Dean!" Dean turned around as Bobby barreled his way over to him. "Are you all right? You idiot! Cole was shot! So was Rufus, in the shoulder, but they'll live. In fact, the dumbasses are complaining now as we speak…"

"B-Bobby," Dean murmured in return when the man threw his arms around him, like a father would. Dean looked over Bobby's shoulder at Castiel, the man whose back was pressed against the wreckage, almost as if it were supporting him. Behind him the two assaulters were starting to wake up, their groans making the man jump and back away from the car.

Soon ambulances and police cars alike joined Bobby and Castiel looked like he was surrounded, the man stumbling away with a terrified look upon his face. He looked especially terrified of the ambulances and he winced once, sharply, one hand going to cradle his head. He looked like he was in pain.

"Castiel?" Dean asked, worried that the man had hit his head or something. He pushed himself out of Bobby's hold and walked closer to the shrinking man. Bobby's eyes widened at the sight of Castiel, as if just realizing his presence. Castiel winced more at the mention of his name, looking at Dean once before running away completely, leaving a very shocked Dean Winchester in his wake.

"Wait…!" Dean roared and leapt forward, intent on running after him. In that instant Dean and Bobby were surrounded by ambulance and fellow cops alike, all fussing over the two of them as if they were the ones shot. Dean watched as Castiel got away, his green eyes worried and confused at the same time.

Just what the hell was going on?