I know this is going slow but it is my first one I'm doing from scratch, if I get some reviews and stuff I might continue the story AND I WILL BE ADDING MORE DESCRIPTIVE PARAGRAPHS!

I just need some reviews and stuff!

The good old Impala smoothly made its way off the main road onto the now empty and small little road. Dean began to speed up, now aware that there would be no cops watching the roads.

"You always have to speed"

"You always have to speed" Dean repeated, mocking Sam's voice.

"I'm serious Dean"

"I'm serious Dean" Dean mocked again.

"Hello"

The car swerved, narrowly missing the side of the road where great oak trees loom. Deam jams on the brakes, leaving the Impala at a sharp stop.

"Damn it Cas! How many times!"

Sam and Dean turn to the back seat of the Impala, to find Castiel quietly sitting on the original leather seats of the 1967 Chevrolet.

"I'm sorry but I needed to speak with you before you reached the energy pocket"

"You could have called"

"I must tell you something" Castiel continues, ignoring Dean's remark "Once you find this fallen Angel, you must not believe a word it says, and you must bring it out the energy pocket"

"How do you know it won't bring this energy pocket with it?" Sam asks

"Because the energy pocket is a leak from heaven, it is… complicated to explain"

"Or your little angel bitches don't want you to tell us"

"You must bring the fallen angel to me" Castiel continues flatly "Ignore anything it says, it's lying. I will be at the Motel you were staying at last night"

And with that Castiel leaves, leaving a shudder and the whisper of celestial wings.

"I'm getting really tired of being his bitch"

"Come on Dean; let's get this over and done with"

"I am!"

Dean set off once again, speeding along the deserted road.

As the Impala crawled slowly along Antwerp's main road, silence was all around. It was deserted at least on the outside. Distant radios and televisions could be heard, their words mashed up so much that all you could hear was the whining and groaning of electronic voices.

"Well this isn't creepy" Dean remarked.

Sam turned to Dean, a look of somewhat worry in his eyes.

"Let's check out in that café over there"

Sam pointed to a series of shops that were covered by blue and white stripy blinds that hang down from the building making it impossible to see inside against the radiant sun. Above the buildings, painted proudly in industrial revolution paint, LSmith&Son stood out amongst the boring, old red bricks.Sam and Dean opened the creaky Impala doors and got out, taking in the air of Antwerp, Ohio they shut them without noticing they had done it in sync and moved towards the café.

Inside the tiny TV that was placed at an angle high up on the wall, allowing all the occupants of the café to watch it should they so wish, fuzzed endlessly, the contents of the screen only the infamous snow shower. Sitting at the cherry top counter, a man sat reading the same page of a newspaper; another man was busy texting on his phone, half way through a sentence. A boy, the age of twelve was enjoying a strawberry milkshake with whipped cream and a shiny red cherry on top. Those and the others sitting in the red booths enjoying some sort of food had been sitting like that for almost a week. Oblivious that their food was cold, they hadn't moved and that the world had moved on without them. Sam and Dean stepped through the door, the chime of the bell resonating through the frozen reality.

"Woah"

Sam and Dean roam through the café, eyeing every booth. People sit frozen halfway through waffles or mid conversation. Dean walks up to the man texting on his phone and waves his hand in-between his face now low on battery phone. After not getting a response he turned to Sam, who was busy trying to shake the local sheriff back into life, who was in the midst of eating cranberry pie.

"Dude this is like Village of the Damned"

"What?"

"Oh come on Sam don't tell me you haven't seen Village of the Damned"

"Dean, I went to collage"

Before Dean could reply a car alarm bleeped them out of the silence, sending a chill up their spine. As they looked out of the window all seemed still.

"Shall we check it out" Sam said first.

"Alright"

They made their way towards the door and opened it, letting the bell ring cheerfully. Sam step out onto in sun kissed streets eager to find what had set of a car alarm in a seemingly frozen in time village. On the other hand, Dean turned and looked at the frozen occupants of the café.

"Just as long as we don't get ambushed by creepy white haired kids" he mumbled.