Bobby Singer hadn't heard from Dean in over two months, and only once since Sam had died almost three months ago. His phone went straight to voicemail whenever Bobby called it, even the phone of John's Dean still kept. On impulse he tried Sam's phone. He inhaled sharply and gripped his phone tight as he heard a ring, then a second one. "Come on Dean." He murmured. "Pick up the goddamn phone." Suddenly the ringing stopped and Bobby heard a rough voice.

"Pretty desperate to call a dead man's phone eh Bobby?" Was that Dean? It sounded nothing like him.

"Dean?"

"You know, I'm not too sure myself some days." The voice chuckled.

"Where the hell are you?"

"Not sure really, I haven't been paying attention to the signs."

"Well pay attention now ya ijit and tell me where ya are."

"I don't think I like your tone." There was a teasing note to the rough voice that sounded more like Dean.

"Come on Dean."

"I can't-" Bobby heard a muffled choking sound and then the line went dead. His own phone fell through numb fingers. Dean. He rushed around grabbing things he'd need, but when he opened his door to leave he crashed into a very tall, very solid person. He looked up and almost passed out. Sam Winchester grabbed his arms to keep him from falling over.

"The hell are you-"

"Its me Bobby." Sam cut him off. "I don't know how, and you can do all the tests you want, but It's really me."

"He is telling the truth Robert Singer." Both hunters jumped at the third voice. Castiel stood behind them. "He is being given a second chance at life as a reward for his sacrifice." Bobby pulled Sam into a tight hug not caring that he was crying; Sam was too. Then Castiel spoke again. His words freezing Bobby's blood. "Where is Dean?"

Dean stared at the phone in his hand wondering why he kept it on, or why he kept it at all. He sighed as it began ringing again and turned it off. Bobby could wait, he had more important stuff on his hands; like the werewolf now bearing down on him. As he was lifted off his feet by powerful arms he brought his pistol around and squeezed off one shot. The werewolf dropped to the ground a silver bullet buried deep in it's heart. One down, three more to go. He brushed himself off and got moving. So many people to save and only six hours to do it in. The second and third werewolves were relatively easy to find, he just had to follow the screaming. The fourth found him. This one was a bit harder to dispatch then the others, but he came away with only a busted lip and a few bruised ribs. As he took stock of his injuries he realized those were the only ones. He grinned, who else could say they've gone up against four werewolves in one night with only a handgun and lived let alone barely get injured. He'd be sore for a week tops. He whooped climbing into the Impala and peeled out, leaving the sorry ass little town behind him. Oh wait there was the town sign and…"Little Rock?" Dean looked around, well it definitely wasn't Arkansas. He shrugged and picked up his own phone to call Bobby.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, hey Bobby is there more than one town called Little Rock?"

"How the hell should I know?"

"You've got like a map of the whole United States in that skull of yours don't ya?"

"Ha ha, listen I need you to head back here."

"Why?"

"I've got something you need to see."

"Hey Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

"Give me some time." With that Dean hung up and turned off the phone. He couldn't go back yet, couldn't face Bobby, not yet.

Bobby hung up the phone angrily. "Damn ijit." He swore walking back into the kitchen. Sam and Castiel looked up from a map laid out on the table. "What have you found?"

"Not much, there's a Little Rock in Arkansas, but it's the capital and Dean has been there so-"

"Iowa." Castiel said suddenly, his finger on the map then suddenly he was gone. A few days later Bobby's phone rang, It was their missing Angel.

"Say that again." Bobby said putting the phone on speaker.

"He has destroyed a vampire nest. A rather large one, I believe he is hunting." Sam frowned.

"I thought I told him to settle down with Lisa."

"Where was this nest?" Bobby asked going to his map. They had little pins where they knew Dean had been, like Little Rock, Iowa where he took out four werewolves, they even had a sightings of him in Missouri, Ohio, Michigan and Kansas.

"I am not sure exactly, but I am in Minnesota near a town named," There was a slight pause before he continued. "Clearbrook." Sam quickly scanned the map and pointed the small town out to Bobby. "I believe I am catching up to him, he left the town only an hour ago, headed north." There was a click signaling that Caz had hung up.

"God, I hope we find him soon." Sam sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"Me too." Bobby ran a tired hand over his face.

Dean was sick and he knew it, but he couldn't stop. He was on a single man crusade to rid the world of all evil beasties. He coughed wetly and spat out the window. Minnesota was in his rearview mirror, him having just crossed the state line into North Dakota. He had caught wind of major ghost activity in an abandoned hospital outside a town called Hope. He snickered a little glancing at the map. It was an optimistic name for a small town beleaguered by ghosts, but he guessed they had…hope, he snickered again, that someone would help them. Looking back up at the road he swore and slammed on the brakes. He leapt out of the car after putting it in park to confront the idiot standing in the road. "Are you completely insane?" He snapped then froze as the man turned to him, trench coat fluttering in the breeze. "Caz." Dean's eyes widened and he took a step back reaching for the door handle to get back in the car, but then Castiel was there, hand on his keeping him from retreating.

"I have been looking for you." He was close to Dean, too close, but then Caz had never really been big on personal space. Suddenly the Angel's brow furrowed and his free hand came up to caress Dean's feverish cheek and it was extremely hard for the hunter to not lean into the touch. "You are ill."

"I'm fine." Dean grunted, attempting to pull away, but suddenly found himself with his back pressed up against the Impala with Caz's hands roaming all over him, finding every injury and he didn't have the energy to fight anymore. His knees gave out and he collapsed against Caz wearily. The Angel's arms going around him felt like heaven. They stood like that for a few moments in silence. "Why'd you leave?" Dean murmured into the soft tan material of Caz's coat. It smelled like he remembered, the scent of snow before it fell, sweet and intoxicating.

"I had to reorder heaven, it has been in chaos since Michael-" Dean scrunched his eyes closed and shook his head. He didn't want to think about that day. That's what he'd been running from for the past month and a half. "Did you want me to stay?" Dean froze at the question softly murmured in his ear. Soft lips brushed his temple making him shiver and cling to Castiel. The Angel's arms tightened around him. "Dean, there is something I must tell you." He said hesitantly. The smaller man didn't move, but he was listening. "Sam is alive."