Sam Winchester woke up in the hospital, his vision fuzzy and his whole body ached. Castiel was sitting in a chair right next to him, and when he turned he nearly jumped at the sight of the angel.

"Cas." Sam said in a soft raspy voice, his throat hurt. He looked down and found most of him limbs in casts.

"Sam. Your legs are broken, your right arm is broken and all the fingers on your left arm are broken, along with cuts in your throat." Castiel said with a sad look on his face. "What do you remember?"

"Uh...gosh uh not much, a demon attacking me..." Sam groaned as he tried to sit up. His head burned and he couldn't think straight. "I'll try to figure it out."

"You rest, i'm going to go looking for Dean." Castiel got up and flashed Sam a sad smile.

"Dean?"

"He isn't at the bunker." Castiel shrugged and then disappeared.

Dean Winchester had washed himself off in some stranger's backyard with a hose. There was so much blood on him, both physically and mentally. He felt bad, but not bad. He pushed those thoughts away for what would be the last time. His last bit of humanity left him then and there, in that family friendly neighborhood.

The demon sat at a local cafe drinking a soda while watching the citizens walk by through the window. A waitress brought over his order of a big burger with fries. Dean looked at him and nodded with a quick "Thanks" As soon as he was going to take a bite into it he heard a flutter of wings. He looked up and saw the man in the trench-coat.

"What is it Cas?" Dean put his burger down onto his plate.

"Sam is hurt..." Castiel looked suspisiously at the demon.

"I know, I panicked and left. Is he going to be ok?"

"You never leave Sam."

"What are you saying?"

"That you did that to him." There was a pause and Dean stared Castiel in the eyes.

"You want the truth?"

"Yes."

"I haven't been the same Cas. Whenever you are around I get all...sick ya know?"

"Sick?" Castiel's eyes went from scary to curious.

"Like love...Cas I have a thing for you, you baby."

"Oh." Castiel's eyes widened a bit and he looked down then back up at Dean. "Thank you."

"Why don't we head to the nearest motel, try some things out?" Dean winked at him. The angel's face went red and he struggled to speak.

"O-oh okay."

Sam didn't hear a word from his brother or the angel for weeks. When he actually started feeling better he started calling them, leaving them messages constantly. He wished that he could go out and look for them, because maybe they were in trouble. He gave up on them picking up their phones and decided to call his next best choice. He listened to the phone ringing and smiled when someone picked up.

"Hello?"

"Garth?"

"Hey Sam! Whats up?"

"Uh, a lot, can you come to where I am any time soon?"

"Yeah I'm free."

"Great thanks."

It was within a day when Garth arrived. As soon as he walked into the room Sam's attitude changed. Garth looked around and whistled.

"You look terrible!"

"Yeah, I know. Listen, Cas and Dean are missing."

"Oh no problem! I'll go find them!"

"No, listen. Dean is a demon, and Cas got his grace back. Dean is the one who did this to me."

"Really?"

"Yes, now go! Find them before Castiel gets hurt, please..."

"Yes sir!" Garth marched away after saluting Sam. The Winchester sighed and prayed to God that everything would be fine.

Garth interviewed all the local bar's and motel owners. Only when he asked the last motel worker did he get word about a man in a trench-coat and a man with bowed legs and a deep voice. Garth finished interviewing the worker at the counter of the motel and wrote some notes down. Once the conversation was finished he went back to the hospital where Sam was and reported into him.

"He was just at a motel, I missed him, but the motel owner said both of them left together and neither looked hurt."

"Great. Can you track them?"

"I'll do the best I can." Garth nodded and went back to trying to find the pair of supernatural beings. Garth never bothered asking for the details on how Dean became a demon, or how Castiel got his grace back, he was just happy to be working with a Winchester. They were the only other people who really understood how Bobby was like a father figure.

It was around 9 pm when Sam got a call from Garth that he had nothing. Sam sighed and rubbed his eyes then told Garth that he'll find someone to help with it. Sam only had one other trustworthy person to call, and he did so as soon as he got off the phone with the hunter. He called Jody, and explained the situation in detail because he knew that unless she had the details she wouldn't come to the hospital. The next morning she arrived and met up with Garth and they set off.

Garth and Jody were walking around around midnight in the downtown area. It was cold, so cold that they could see their breathe. Garth yawned and put his hands in his pockets while Jody kicked rocks as they walked by. Garth opened his mouth to speak when all the sudden he heard a loud clanging coming from nearby. They sprinted to where the sound came from and stopped at an empty garage. Jody shushed Garth and they peeked into the garage.

It was poorly let and it was dark outside yet they were able to see clearly. There was Dean Winchester, stabbing multiple people with the first blade. No smoke or light came out of the people, and in the corner Castiel watching. Dean was smiling. Jody gasped but they didn't notice. The two escaped the scene and hopped into their car, driving back to the hospital. When they bursted through the hospital doors Sam was awake and Jody said the truth no one wanted to hear.

"We need to kill him, Sam."