The first thing Sam noticed, when he woke up was, that he laid on some kind of bench. He didn't dare to open his eyes, though, because he had the feeling, that he wasn't alone. The second thing Sam noticed, was, that he was tired of passing out.

Carefully he opened his eyes and looked right at Castiel. Shocked he sat up straight. "Cas!"

Castiel kept staring at him a little longer, but then he spoke. "Hello, Sam."

"What…" Sam tried to stand up, but Cas pushed him back to the bench. "Hey, what are you doing?"

But Cas didn't answer. In his eyes was some kind of pain, but Sam didn't know how to describe it exactly. "You called out to me."

The memory suddenly came back to the Winchester. "Yeah and you beat me unconscious!"

A sigh went through the small, dark room. "I am sorry, Sam. I told you. I just tried to help."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "That's not how you help people, Castiel! Now, why did you come in the first place? I prayed to you every day, but nothing. Nothing. And now, that I am in 'danger' you come to save me? Even though I told you, that Dean was in danger? Are you serious?!"

"Sam, calm down", Cas said, but it was hard for him, to keep Sam in his place. "I can explain, if you just let me."

Sam glared at the angel, but remained silent.

"I heard you. Every single time you prayed. I knew that Dean was in danger, but he wouldn't let me find him."

Sam raised an eyebrow in confusion. "How does he do that?"

Cas began to smile slightly. "He doesn't do anything. It was me who did that. To him and to you, too."

That took Sam a moment to understand. "So… We're protected from angels…" Castiel nodded. "But you still didn't react, when I told you that Dean is in danger! He may even be dead! But you don't care, do you?"

The angel sighed as he sat down on the bench, next to Sam. "I wanted to. Really. But heaven is still in ashes. It takes time to rebuild everything."

"But you came to rescue me!", Sam complained.

Cas nodded. "You were in danger. If I wouldn't have come and save you…"

"I might be, where Dean is!"

"No, you would not."

Sam looked to the ground. "How do you know?"

Castiel stood up again and walked around the room. "That ghost knows how to work without being noticed. It tricked your father once into making him believe, he killed it."

Nodding, Sam got up as well. "We have to find Dean, Cas."

"How?", he asked. "I can't find him."

Sam thought for a moment. "Can't you visit him in his dream?"

"I can try."

A loud crash made its way through the darkness. Sam sat up abruptly and looked around. The glass from the windows lay in the whole room and the salt lines were all disconnected. "Dean?", Sam called out, his voice small and full of fear. "Dean?", asked again, louder this time.

It was quiet. Slowly Sam made his way out of his bed and walked towards the door. He opened it with shaking hands. "Dean?", he called out.

Then suddenly there was a groan. The one he heard when his brother and him had investigated the car.

"Dean?!", Sam now yelled, running out of the house. It was a stupid idea, but what would you expect from an 8 year old?

There was a scream – Dean! It was Dean, Sam was sure, 100%!

"Dean!" The little Winchester ran in the direction from where the scream was heard. He knew there was danger – Dean never screamed. But… it was Dean.

"Let… No… Let go!" Dean's voice.

Sam made it to his older brother, who was lying under the car. "Dean!"

The older Winchester turned and looked at his brother. "No! Sammy, run!"

"But…" He couldn't just run and leave his brother to die… So he picked up some rocks and began to throw. "Don't! Touch! My! Brother!"

I didn't work out as planned, but at least the car seemed confused and got off his brother. "Iron, Sammy!", Dean shouted, as he got up. "It's a ghost!"

Sam nodded, as he turned on his heels. He ran back to the motel room to grab the guns with iron bullets in them. Then he turned around to get back to his brother. It was the first time for him to actually see a ghost, but he knew, that he needed to be tough now.

"Sam!", Dean yelled, as he saw him coming around the corner.

Understanding, Sam gave his brother one gun, while Sam held on to the other.

He felt the worried look on Dean's face, but both tried to be as brave as they could now. That's when everything got messed up…

Sam buried his face in his hands. It was one of the most terrifying things, he had ever experienced…

He was sitting now in the small room, alone – Cas has been gone for a few minutes now. Of course, he didn't tell the Winchester boy where he was going, or when he'd come back… If he'd even come back, but that was Castiel.

He tried to calm his pounding heart. It was about Dean. Dean, the best hunter Sam has ever known. The best hunter on planet. He wouldn't be captured by a ghost. And not by one in the shape of a car. But still… Dean was afraid of that ghost… What if…

No, he warned himself. Don't think like that. He's fine. Dean is fine.

"Sam."

Sam turned around to see Cas standing behind him. "Cas? What is it?"

The angel seemed worried. "I think I found him."