Sorry for such a long wait on the chapters. Had school and what not. Not to mention I'm sharing a laptop with my mom, and sister. Anyways, tell me what you think. Enjoy!

Dean stared at Cas for a while trying to make sense of everything. His dream felt so real.

What if it is? He thought.

Dean hoped it wasn't real, but there was no way he was going to take a chance. If there was a chance of Cas dying, he didn't want him going. Dean couldn't stand to lose anyone else.

"Dean, are you OK?" Cas repeated.

After a moment of collecting his thoughts he finally answered. "Yea, I'm fine."

Cas knew something was wrong with Dean. He didn't want to point it out because this job was supposed to be about getting Sam, and now was not the time to fix anything between them.

"Well, we should get going." Said Cas.

"Um," Dean began nervously. "I don't know if the two of us on this rescue is going to work?"

"What do you mean?" Cas asked.

"I mean, this is something I need to do alone."

"Dean, you know you can't do this alone. There's going to be demons all over that place."

"I know." Dean fought hard to continue without choking up. He felt as if he was saying goodbye to a friend. "It's just, you need to go."

"But De-"

"Cas! Would you stop with the questions! Didn't you hear me? I said go!" The words Dean said next hurt him more than he knew was possible. "I don't want you here."

Dean wished he could take it all back, but it was the only way to get him to leave. He looked over at Cas, and he could see how much his words had affected him.

His eyes grew wide, and he looked Dean in the eyes most sincerely. Nothing more was shared, and after a moment Cas had vanished.

Dean laid his head against the steering wheel. He could've sworn he saw Cas's eyes watering which only made him feel worse, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

A few minutes later Dean collected his thoughts and reached in his coat pocket and searched through his contacts calling one without hesitation. Two rings in, someone picked up.

"Yello?" The voice answered.

"Hey Garth? I'm gonna need some help."

"Dean! Anything for you buddy." He said enthusiastically.

Dean explained the situation he was in, leaving out the part with Cas but telling him all about Sam and how he needed help with some demons they might come across.

"Awesome. I'll be there soon."

Once Dean heard the click he started his car and headed to the factory, arriving two hours before Garth did.

"Hola mi' amigo." Garth greeted with a smile.

"Come on; let's just get this over with."

Dean and Garth made it to a gray brick wall.

"Just like my dream." Dean whispered to himself.

Together they studied the demons that were guarding the door. Since Cas wasn't there this time, he would have to do it a different way.

"Ready?" Dean asked.

"Ready." Garth nodded.

At Garth's nod, Dean took a fist sized rock, and threw it at the demons, quickly hiding behind the wall.

"I think there coming." Garth whispered.

Dean shot him a look as to tell him to keep his mouth shut.

The short blonde headed demon rounded the corner first, running into Dean where he stabbed the knife straight through his chest. The brown headed one followed closely where Garth tapped his shoulder, and smiling said, "Hello!" to distract him while Dean stuck him in the back.

"Nice team work!" Garth complimented

Dean ignored him, walking over the demons and heading to the door where he picked the lock until it opened.

"God it smells bad in here!" Garth said scrunching his nose at the smell.

It still smelt of a rotting corpse, except it was stronger. "Yea, I know." Dean said tersely passing Garth on the way in.

Minutes passed in silence. Dean hadn't bothered to check in the cells, knowing Sam wasn't in them, although Garth wasn't so sure. They walked down hallways and corridors together making sure no demons popped up anywhere unexpectedly.

"So," Garth started to say.

"Not now Garth!" Dean said sternly.

"What's up with you today?" Garth stopped leaning up against the cold gray wall.

"Sam's gone, if I hadn't made myself clear earlier!"

"Yea, but, I think there's something you're not telling me."

"Is losing Sam for the second time not good enough for you?" Dean said angrily. "I killed him, and out of all the ways he could've died it was by my hand!"

"That's not what I'm talking about." Garth said rather calmly compared to Dean's harsh tone.

"Then what Garth! I didn't ask you to come so we could make small talk!"

"You walked in here like you had already been here."

"Yea, well I can fully assure you I haven't even seen this place before." He lied.

"Then tell me how you knew that door back at the front was locked? You didn't even check to see if it was unlocked. And somehow you knew it would smell like a rotting corpse." Garth stated.

"Hunters intuition." Dean shrugged

"Dean stop. I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on." Garth said intent on getting whatever it was out of Dean.

Dean was beyond pissed off with Garth. He needed to get Sam. Not just for him but for his dad. Ever since he was a little boy he had promised his dad he would look after Sammy no matter what and he had failed.

But Garth was right. There was more to it, though he didn't know if he should tell him. He knew Garth wouldn't go anywhere without an explanation. Dean considered leaving him, but remembered the reason he'd called him in the first place. He sighed heavily. If he was going to do this, then he was going to do it quick.

Dean quickly explained the dreams he'd been having over the past months. Each dream he had was linked with Cas, and he never had a dream come true, until now. The only thing Dean didn't mention was that Garth was Cas's replacement so he wouldn't get hurt. Instead he told him he made Cas leave to tip off Crowley.

Garth nodded solemnly excepting the explanation Dean gave him.

"Now can we get going! I'd like to get Sam before it's too late!" Dean said, and with that Garth followed without another question