Chapter 6: Dying

"Dean, stay with me!" Sam begged, his hands covered in his brother's blood. He knew Dean was almost gone and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Sam, wake up!" Sam felt himself being shaken awake. He opened his eyes and saw that it was his dad. "Why did you hang up on me? We've got a job to do and you tell me you're tired? I can't believe you! Now get up and ready to go get that demon."

"No, Dad. I've got to find Castiel" Sam retorted.

"You mean that angel son of a bitch that had no right showing up at our door for your help?" His dad looked angry.

"Castiel didn't…" Sam stopped himself because he knew his dad… no not his dad, a memory of his dad. The memory wouldn't know what he was talking about. He turned towards the door and began walking.

"Sam! You turn around this instant!" Yelled the image

"You're not my dad!"

"What are you talking about? Of course I'm your dad! Sam, stop and tur…" Sam didn't get to hear the rest when he closed the door behind him.

Sam looked up to see the grayest clouds he had ever seen. He new it was going to rain hard. He looked at the mustang, observing its sleek brilliance, wondering how it could be so beautiful despite the gray light. The motel door to his room opened, and, not wanting to talk to the image that looked like his father, he walked to the driver's door and got in. After starting the car, the image of his father knocked on the window.

"Sam, come on. We are both tired. Let's go talk this over a cup of coffee."

Sam ignored everything that was said and drove off hoping to find Castiel.

Dean's POV

Realizing that he was no longer stationary, Dean opened his eyes to see Castiel carrying him.

"Where are you taking him?" said a voice somewhere in the distance. Dean noticed it was the same voice that called his name earlier. The sentence came once more and he realized that it was Sam's voice.

"Sam?" Dean tried calling, but his voice failed him when it came out as a hoarse whisper. Then a bright light blinded him, forcing him to close his eyes. All at once he could hear a million voices and nothing. His breathing halted and he couldn't breath for what felt like hours, but he knew it couldn't have been more than a minute. Then everything just stopped as if nothing had happened and he could breathe again.

Dean cracked an eye open and saw that Castiel had brought him to a hospital. He became very drowsy all of a sudden and decided to rest. He would figure out everything when he woke up.

Castiel's POV

After Castiel appeared in front of the ER doors, he entered, still carrying Dean.

"Someone, get me a stretcher!" called a nurse when she saw him walk in. She walked over and asked, "What happened?"

"I don't know, I just found him like this," Castiel answered, which wasn't a complete lie.

"OK, well you'll need to answer some questions, so don't go anywhere."

Once Dean was on the stretcher and the nurse had turned her back, he left, leaving her wondering where he went. When he was a safe distance from curious human eyes, he disappeared. He reappeared in the park where Gabriel was playing and sat on a bench. Once again, Gabriel saw him and sat next to him.

"I told you that you should have finished off the trickster when you had the chance, now your favorite human is dying in a hospital bed," Gabriel said.

"Don't taunt me, Gabriel. I still stand by what I said."

"Then why are you here?" Gabriel asked confused.

"I could use your help in finding the trickster," Castiel answered.

A chuckle escaped from the childish figure that Gabriel was using. He replied, "I will only help if you kill the trickster when we find him."

"That is a wish I cannot grant and you know that, and even if I could I wouldn't."

"Very well, then you will not receive any assistance from me."

When Castiel heard this he vanished and Gabriel went back to playing.

The trickster's POV

After Alastiar left, the trickster sat back down on the bench to enjoy the rest of the show. When he looked back at the car, a figure approached the passenger door and pulled Dean out. Five seconds later they both vanished.

"NO," The trickster yelled. He hid in some brush behind the bench when Sam looked his way. He was so angry he couldn't focus. Looking back across the street he saw that Sam was no longer outside. He picked up his cell phone and dial Sam's number.

"Hello?" A depressed voice on the other end answered.

The trickster changed his voice to sound like John and spoke, "Sam? This is dad… are you alright? You don't sound too good?"

"Oh no, I'm fine," came the answer.

"Ok, that's good because I think I have a lead on the demon."

"Look, Dad, I'm really tired and I'm not in the mood right now."

"Not in the mood? Sam you're coming with…" Click. This wasn't good. He was losing his influence over Sam and fast. "I'll check up on him in a couple of hours."