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Ten Years Later
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Since the revolution, Lawrence, had never been the same. Everyone seemed gloomy and dull. Though gloomy and dull, everyone still loved to gossip. The topic of every year? That there was one survivor of the Singer family, little James.

Sam Winchester wandered through the marketplace, trying to avoid the people and make it the newsstand.

"Did you hear that royal grandfather, Robert Singer, will pay anything to have his grandson back. Ten years and the young prince has never been found," A group of people gossiped in front of the newsstand. Sam sighed, grabbing a paper and tossed a few coins to the vendor. He made his way back towards the other side of town. He stopped when he heard someone whistle behind him.

"Sammy, get over here," Sam's older brother, Dean, grinned up at him.

"Ready for today?" Dean asked, stepping in stride with his brother. Sam nodded, but Dean grinned at him again, before looking at the many shops.

"I'll be back in a few moment," Dean said, looking over the different vendors. Some claimed to have items from the abandoned palace. He bought an old jacket, before making his way back to Sam.

"So I did what you told me and rented the theater for the night," Sam said, as his brother got closer.

"Good, now everything is going according to plan. Now all we need is the guy to play the part!" Dean said, as they made their way to their hotel room to pack up. Once they find a Prince James look-a-like, they'd leave Lawrence, so for the rest of time, they were staying in the palace.

"Just think, Sammy. Once we claim the reward, you'll have the money to go to school and I'll have money to live for the rest of my life," Dean said, as he slung his bag onto his shoulder. Sam looked at him with a look that Dean nicknamed his 'bitchface'.

"Dean, so many others have tried the same thing you're doing, but none of the look-a-likes have achieved it. Robert Singer can see their acts,"

"Yea well. They didn't have this," Dean held up a tiny music box. Dean remembered helping the lost prince and his grandfather escape, but not much afterwards, only waking up to an empty palace, a killer headache and a music box lying next to his hand. The Winchesters left their hotel room.

"All we have to do, Sam, is find a guy to play the part, dress him up and take him to Sioux Falls," Dean continued as they made their way to the abandoned palace. Dean still remembered all the hidden entrances that hadn't been boarded up.

"We'll be able to do this, Sam. Don't worry,"

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At an orphanage miles away from Lawrence, an orphan named Castiel was being led away from the building he grew up in. Anna, the orphanage mother, chattered on, but Castiel wasn't paying attention. He was waving goodbye to his friends.

"Castiel, are you paying attention?" Castiel turned around quickly, looking at Anna. She smiled at him, before continuing,

"Now I got you a job at the fish factory. Try to not step on any fish. Now, you will head down the road, and when we hit the crossroads, take the left route,: Anna fixed Castiel's trench coat that seemed a bit big on him, and moved some hair out of his eyes.

"You be careful out there, ok? One day soon, you'll remember who you really are, but to us, you'll always be little Castiel," Anna hugged him quickly. Castiel only had one clue to his real identity, which was a necklace with a set of angel wings attached. The inscription 'Together in Sioux Falls' always confused him though. He had heard of Sioux Falls, but never had the chance to go. Anna pulled a blue scarf from her coat pocket and tied it around Castiel's neck. Castiel hugged her once more, before leaving the orphanage grounds.

Castiel walked down the path quietly, he was forever grateful for the orphanage taking him after they found him wandering the streets with no memory or a name. The crossroads appeared in front of him, signs pointing in two directions. One for the factory village, and the other for Lawrence. He wanted to do what he was told, but he was now free and wants to know the meaning of Sioux Falls.

"Go left and I will always be Castiel the orphan, but if I go right, maybe I can find a clue to my past," Doubt filled his heart, as he slumped against the sign post.

"I need a sign, a hint…anything, please," He said to the sky. He sighed, taking off his scarf. Something tugged on the end of his scarf, he looked down in confusion as a small black puppy pulled on the scarf more. The pup took the scarf from Castiel's hand and ran down one of the paths.

"Hey wait! I need that! Please, give that back," Castiel shouted, running after the puppy. The dog wagged his tail at Castiel, right as he stopped. Castiel noticed that the pup had brought him down the Lawrence path.

"You think I should go to Lawrence, little one?" Castiel asked, not really expecting an answer. The pup simply wagged its tail again. Castiel took a few steps forward, but stopped and looked back the crossroads. He shook his head and continued on. He was going to figure out who he really was, and take it one step at a time.

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Castiel had finally made it to Lawrence about an hour later. Holding his new found companion, he made his way to the train station and to the ticket vendor.

"One ticket to Sioux Falls please," A gruff looking man looked him over, before he held out his hand.

"Exit visa," Castiel tilted his head in confusion.

"Exit visa?" The man frowned at him, before he shouted,

"No exit visa, no ticket!" The man quickly closed his station, leaving Castiel and the woman behind him without a ticket. The woman tapped his shoulder.

"See Dean Winchester. He's currently residing in the old palace. He can get you papers," The woman looked around the area,

"But, you didn't hear it from me," Castiel gave her a smile.

"Thank you,"

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Dean and Sam had been in the theater for hours, and so far, none of the men even resembled the lost prince, or they just really irked Dean. Sam was currently slumped against the desk, snoozing. Dean decided to call it quits and sent the rest of the men home. Shaking his brother awake, Dean pulled on his jacket.

"I think we should just call it quits, Dean, and give up," Sam said, as he yawned. They left the theater, and walked towards the palace.

"Don't worry, Sammy. We'll find a guy and then, off to Sioux Falls we go," Dean said, as he walked into a bystander, but continued to walk on without looking back.

Castiel frowned at the man who walked into him, before he walked over to a random person.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for the old palace," The man pointed down the street, before saying,

"There's nothing there though,"

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Castiel approached the front door of the palace, finding all the doors and windows boarded up. How did the woman expect him to find this Dean Winchester if he couldn't even get inside the palace? His companion, that he had now named Crowley, slipped under one of the boards and entered the palace. Castiel ran to the door and tried to look in.

"Crowley, come back," He frowned and began pulling on the boards. The boards squeaked in protest, but finally gave in, but made Castiel fall onto his back.

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Somewhere in the palace, Dean stood up, holding his container of food. Sam looked at his brother in confusion.

"What's up?" Dean ignored him and looked over at the door.

"Did you hear something?" Dean set his food down, and headed towards the door as Sam shook his head.

"I'll be right back,"

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Castiel wandered around the grand staircase, looking for signs of this so-called Dean Winchester, Crowley at his heels.

"Hello?" His voice echoed down the halls, right as he walked into a random room, which happened to be a dining hall. Castiel walked to the table and dusted off one of the plates. He stopped as he thought he heard music, but as soon as he turned, the music stopped.

"There's something about this place…Like I've been here before in a dream," Castiel said as he walked into another room. He unbuttoned his coat, and left it in a chair near the door, leaving himself in a threadbare button up shirt and black pants.

The other room appeared to be a grand ball room. Castiel believed he hears the music again, but there's not a person or musical instrument in sight/ He walked down one of the staircases and onto the ballroom floor. Everything seemed familiar and he just couldn't place it. He wandered the floor, looking up at the many dusty paintings.

"What are you doing here?" A voice echoed through the entire room, causing Castiel to stop and look. A man with emerald eyes stood on the other side of the room, staring at him. Shocked, Castiel ran back towards Crowley and his coat. The other male ran after him, shouting for him to stop.

"Stop! Just hold on for a second," Castiel stopped and leaned against an old portrait, catching his breath, before he, slowly, turned towards the other man.

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Dean was shocked when he saw the dark haired man in the middle of the ballroom. Sam ran out of their room, when Dean first shouted, and ran after his brother and the unknown male.

"Stop! Just hold on for a second," Dean shouted at the dark haired man. The man stopped in front of the royal family's portrait and slowly turned around. Dean stopped what he was doing as a pair of cerulean eyes stared at him.

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