N/A: Sorry for the long wait. I had to rewrite this chapter. Wasn't flowing right. Hope you like it. D


His chest hurts. His arms and legs hurts. His head hurts really bad. Everything hurts. He couldn't understand why. He never hurt like this before. Well, once before he hurt like this. When he disobeyed. When they took him back to heaven to be punished. Punished for helping the human he was in charged of. Yes, one other time he hurt this bad.

Castiel couldn't understand why he was hurting like that again. Anna asked what he would do for Dean and he said give his life. Was this what it was like? Was he dead? No. He hurts too much to be dead. No, he wasn't dead. Than why was he feeling the pain?

Slowly Castiel opened his eyes. He was staring at a grey sky. He could feel dampness blanketing his body. It was then he realized there was dew on him. He knew he couldn't lay there forever, he painfully set up. Tall grass surrounded him. Castiel continued up to his feet. The movement seemed to help in the intensity of the pain. Maybe the pain wasn't as bad as he first thought. His eyes scanned his surroundings to see nothing but open fields, rolling hills, only grassy plains as fear as the eye could see.

Where was he? Where was Dean? The last thing he remembered was embracing Dean's dead body in his arms. He had to find Dean. He had to find his friend. Adjusting his thoughts, Cas realized he couldn't will himself to the old hunter's house like he has so many times before. Something was wrong. He looked down at his hands realizing they were shaking. Cas could only wrap his mind around one thing at a time. He had to find Dean. So, Cas started walking.

He just took off in a direction unknown to him. After about an hour of walking, he not only hurt all over, his muscles were screaming out to him. He continued to walk like a man possessed. Soon he came upon a road. Cas stopped briefly to determine which way to go. Still not knowing where he was, he turned north.

He was walking down the road when he heard a vehicle coming up behind him. Cas stopped and turned to face the approaching car. The car stopped beside him. The passenger's window came down. An elderly man lean toward him.

"You need a ride, Sonny?" The man asked. Cas stared at him. "You ok?" He asked. Cas still didn't say anything. "Hey! You ok?" The man's voice was a little louder with a little concern in it.

"Where am I?" Cas finally asked.

"Oklahoma. Near the state line." The man was worried about the condition of the stranger.

"I need to go to North Dakota." Cas stated.

"I can take you part of the way, Sonny. Hop in." The man said. Cas climbed into the car. The man pulled the car back on the road. "Long trips like this, it's nice to have company." Cas stared straight ahead. "Not very often do I run into a fallen angel."

Cas turned his head to face the man. The man continued looking at the road. "I don't know what you are talking about."

The old man turned to face him. "But you do, Castiel." The old man's eyes changed to red.

"There were no cross roads." Cas quickly stated.

"True, but my boss was pleased with the outcome with the big guy. He sent me to say thanks." The demon smiled back.


Dean froze as Jim's eyes turned black. The next thing he knew he was flying through the air and hitting an old wreck a few yards away. Jim walked slowly toward where Dean had landed. He grabbed Dean by the neck and pulled him up. "To think. Staying with the black piece of junk of yours would bring me to you." Jim smiled to his success.

Dean's legs dangled in the air as he tried to lessen the tight grip on his throat. Dean really hates demons. He really did. He struggled to regain air to his lungs. Jim's black eyes staring soullessly at him and the man laughed. Dean really did hate demons.

"And now I have you like a bug stuck to the wall, Dean." Jim's grip tightened more. Dean struggled against the hold. "They said you would be hard to find. They said you would be a vegetable."

"Who are they?" Dean was able to pass through his lips.

"The others. The angels." Jim's face showed the disappointment. "You ain't no vegetable." Smiling again. "That's ok. You will be." With that, the demon slammed Dean hard against a piece of metal protruding from the wreckage.

Even with the lack of air in his lungs, Dean still gasped out in pain as the metal sliced into his side and the blow to his head. The demon enjoyed the pain on Dean's face he did it again. It took all Dean had to keep from passing out. He was still struggling against the hold on his neck.

"Your little angel can't help you now." The demon whispered into Dean's ear. "Angels make the best side dish." Dean's eyes grew large to the meaning.

He was about to ask what he implied by that when Dean saw the face of the demon morphed into great pain. The grip on his throat was gone and Dean fell to the ground as the metal ripped his side opened. As Dean looked up he saw the demon being held up by his little brother who had embedded Ruby's knife deep into his back.

Sam pulled the knife out slowly. He wanted the demon to suffer. He stood there as the demon fell to the ground. Sam quickly moved over to his big brother. Kneeling in front of Dean, he started to help his brother up.

Dean still had his hand around his sore throat. Coughing as he tried to get air into his lungs, Dean's eyes moved to Sam who was in front of him. "What took you so long?" He hoarsely said.

Sam smiled. "I had to fix my hair." Dean rolled his eyes. "Let's get you up." With that, Sam helped Dean to his feet. Once there, Dean's hand moved quickly to his side. "We'll check that out when we get inside." Dean pushed Sam's hands away. Dean took a step. The world began to tilt. "Here. I got you." Sam said as he threw Dean's arm over his shoulder.

The brothers stopped to stare at the innocent man laying on the ground. "Bring him inside!" Bobby yelled at them. Dean's eyes lingered on the human vessel as Sam helped Dean toward the house.

Bobby was at the door when they came up the stairs. "Get him to the couch." Bobby rolled back to let the brothers in. Sam lead Dean to the couch. "Sam." Bobby started saying. "I'll take care of your brother. You go take care of Jimmy's body and hide that truck of his." After standing to his full height, Sam looked at Bobby. "Go. I got him." Gesturing toward Dean. Bobby turned his attentions toward Dean. "Let's have a look at your side." He watched as Dean slowly brought his shirt up to expose the gash on his side. Sam looked on. Bobby saw Sam still standing there. "Go, Kiddo. I got him." He started cleaning the wound.

Sam nodded his head before he turned and left. Dean's eyes followed his little brother out the door. His eyes remained fixated on the door.

"He'll be all right." Bobby repeated.

"I know." Dean softly said. As one of his hands was holding up his shirt for Bobby, the other moved up to his the back of his head.

Bobby eyed him. "What's wrong?" Dean was about to say nothing. "And don't say no thing, Kiddo."

"I think I hit my head." Dean finally said. He knew he did. His vision was a little off.

Bobby held up three fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Dean smiled. "Not the middle one."

If looks could kill, Dean would have been six feet under. Bobby wheeled over to the icebox. He gathered up some ice and a towel. Bringing it back to Dean, he said. "Good thing it was only your head. It's the hardest thing on you."

"That's not what the ladies say." Dean quickly responded.

Bobby stopped short. He ended up throwing the towel and ice bag at Dean. "You Idgit." Inside he was laughing at the boy's timing for jokes.

Bobby returned to working on Dean's side. They set there quickly as Bobby stitched up the gash. Dean would readjust the ice bag and towel on the back of his head every once in a while. His eyes would also drift toward the door. He was worried.

"Sam came take care of himself." Bobby quickly spoke as he began to clean up the mess of bloody rags.

Dean's eyes remained on the door. "I know. It's not Sam I worried about." Dean slowly moved his eyes toward Bobby. "It's Cas."

For the first time, Bobby was starting to worry about their angelic friend. "Why would you say that?"

"The demon implied something happened to him." Dean finally said.

TBC

A/N: After 5-13, the show is taking a different route. My guess was off. I still have some more thing to do with this one. I hope you stay with me till the end. Thanks to all who read and review. I hope you like this addition. D