Johnny Angel Ch. 2

Disclaimer: See chapter one

Author's Note: I forgot to thank Criminally Charmed in the first chapter for her wonderfully inspiring ideas for this story and her beta help. I don't know what I would do without you my friend!

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Previously: Standing beside the catatonic hunter's bed, Castiel looked down at Sam Winchester with an observant eye. Outwardly, his body held no scars from his time spent in hell, but he knew that the boy's mind was a different story. There was no plausible way for his mind to survive the torment of having Lucifer in his body for a day, let alone however long the youngest Winchester suffered in hell. He knew not how Sam had escaped from the demonic prison, but he knew he had to somehow save the man who had become his friend.

Reaching over to place the tips of his fingers on the lax hunter's forehead, Castiel found himself transported to what looked like a barren wasteland, a place of total desolation that was uninhabitable for even the lowliest of God's creatures. Even though the sky above was clear with not a cloud in sight, the ground below was covered with nothing but sand and rock and spoke of the destruction that surely would have been had Lucifer succeeded in taking over the world. Shivering at the thought of what could have been, Castiel was grateful that there were people like the Winchesters…men who were willing to sacrifice everything for the greater good.

Scanning the inhospitable terrain with knowing eyes, the angel's vision soon landed on a large slab of rock a great distance away. Upon the slab sat a hunched over figure, it's shoulders drooped in total defeat. He didn't have to see that figure's face to know that it was Sam Winchester, the man who had given up everything to save the world, but most importantly, the brother he loved with all of his heart. "My task is going to be an arduous one, but I will not fail you my friend." Castiel thought before clicking his fingers to transport himself to Sam's side.

Sitting silently by the hunter's side, the heavenly being found himself slightly disappointed when the hunter showed no awareness of him being there. He was hoping that somewhere deep inside, Sam would know or sense that there were others who would come for him, to draw him from the pit of despair, even though he had made his brother promise not to. But upon reading the hunter's mind, it was obvious that he no longer knew where he belonged. He only knew a world of isolation, a world where no one cared or loved him, a world where he was destined to live a life of loneliness forever. To Sam, that would be Hell.

"It is time for you to remember Samuel," Castiel declared as he stood up in front of Sam and placed his hands on opposite sides of the hunters head. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply and concentrated on giving the hunter a reason to live, a reason to want to escape the catatonia that held him prisoner within his own mind.

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Sitting on the barstool at Denny's Bar and Tavern, Dean sighed somberly as he twirled the amber colored bottle of beer between his fingers. It was at times like this when he missed Sammy so damn bad that he wanted to cash his chips in and say "to hell with everything." He didn't know why people would willingly want live this apple pie existence that he was experiencing now. Sure, he had two people who loved him dearly and he loved back, but he wasn't truly happy. He was just going through the motions with Lisa and Ben.

Looking over towards the pool table, he longed for a life on the road with his baby brother once again. A life where he scammed pool players like the ones he was watching now to build up their cash reserves. Sure, there were times he got his ass kicked, but it was worth it knowing that the money he earned would take care of Sammy's basic needs. As long as he had Sammy by his side, then all was right with the world.

But that was the problem now, Sammy wasn't by his side. His brother was suffering the torments of Hell while he sat on that damned barstool and pretended to enjoy this normal every day life. While he sipped on the frigging beer he held in his hands now, Sammy was probably suffering the unimaginable pain of having the skin filleted from his body. Sitting there now, he could 'hear' his brother yelling out in pain and begging for mercy, a mercy that would never come. It literally tore at his heart to know that Sammy was screaming for him to come and take him away from the torment he suffered. Taking another swig of his beer, Dean hoped it would be able to quell the night terrors he had been suffering on a nightly basis since he watched Sam fall into that black void in Stull Cemetery, but then he knew it wouldn't. It never did.

Knowing that he had to get home before Lisa started worrying, he pulled a five dollar bill from his wallet and tossed it on the polished wooden bar. Pushing himself up from the stool, he carried the half drank bottle of beer with him out into the parking lot. Closing his eyes as Sammy's screams assaulted his mind once again, he heaved the bottle in his fist and smashed it against the brick wall behind him. "Damn it Sammy, why did you make me promise?" he yelled as the tears began to flow unheeded down his cheeks. "I can't do this without you man."

Sobbing in a few deep breaths to pull himself together, he trudged over to the Impala, a few of the bar patrons giving him a wide berth as they made their way over to the bar. Climbing behind the wheel, he swiped the tears from his eyes and placed the key in the starter and then fired up the engine. Glancing at the passenger seat, he longed to see his baby brother sitting there and smiling at him goofily once again. "I miss you bro." He whispered before shifting the gear into drive and pulling out of the parking lot to head home to his life of pretense. For just a moment, he considered calling Bobby to discuss his grief with the man, but then it hurt the two of them too much to talk about the boy they had both lost. Bobby loved Sammy like a son and he had taken the kid's death extremely hard too. No, he would do as he always did, suffer his grief in silence and pretend that all was right in his world.

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Sitting in a chair behind her desk, Dr. Alison Thomas was glancing through the medical file on their resident john doe that the staff had quickly dubbed Johnny Angel when she heard a soft knock upon the door. Placing the manila file into a desk drawer, she stood up and walked over to the door. "Detective Fletcher, what can I do for you today?" She asked upon seeing the female detective that had taken a strong interest in finding out just who their mysterious patient really was and motioning her into the room.

"I was hoping you could give me some more information on Johnny Angel," the deputy answered as she entered into the room and made her way over to the leather covered small couch in the office and sat down. Janie Fletched was a young, idealistic red-haired cop who lived for her job. She took pride in taking on the hard cases and following them through to the end.

"I don't know what else to tell you other than what I already have." Alison stated as she took her place behind her desk once again. Johnny was brought in with only the clothing on his back. He didn't have a wallet or anything in his pockets, nor did we find any other form of ID on him."

"What about items of value? Did Johnny have and rings on him that might give me a lead as to who he might be?" Janie questioned as she pulled out her small notebook to write down any information the doctor could give her.

"No, not really. When they brought him in, Johnny was wearing a silver watch and a leather bracelet around his other wrist, but there weren't any markings on them that could identify who he is." Alison answered as she thought about the night that the town hero was brought in and what he had been wearing. "You can look at them later if you'd like to. We put them in a bag along with all of his other personal items such as clothing."

"Thanks, I might take you up on that. What about any identifying marks on his body? Is there a birthmark or anything that could provide a lead as to who this man might be?" Janie asked, obsessed with finding out the man's identity and reuniting him with his family. One of the young teenagers he had saved just happened to be one of her own nieces and she would not rest until she reunited Johnny with his own family.

Thinking about the question, Alison tried to picture her patient's sinewy body in her mind before answering. "He does have a mole just to the left side of his nose and he has a scar in middle of his lower back, almost as if he was stabbed with something. But that can't be possible because with the area it is located, it would have severed his spinal cord. Oh, I almost forgot, he does have a tattoo on the left upper portion of his chest. It is of a star inside a circle and it has these lines leading out from the circle. It's almost looks as if it is some kind of symbol for protection or something."

Entering the information into her small spiral notebook, Janie closed it and then placed it into her pocket. "Thanks Alison. Once I place this information into the database, hopefully it will give me something to build upon."

"You're welcome, I just wish I could have been more help." Alison replied as she clasped her hands together. "Johnny deserves to have his family near his side after everything he's been through."

"Yes he does, and if I have my way, he'll soon have them there." Janie replied. "If you think of anything else, give me a call." Janie stated as she handed over a small business card to the doctor.

"I will, and Janie.."

"Yeah?" The detective inquired.

"Please keep me informed if you make any progress with the case. Everyone here at the hospital is rooting for Johnny to pull through."

"As is everyone else in the community." Janie voiced with a sincere smile. "That man is a hero that the people won't soon forget." With those words, the detective excused herself and walked out the door. She had a case to solve.

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Arriving back at the salvage yard, Bobby entered his house only to sigh at how empty the place now seemed to be. What was once his oasis in a world of supernatural chaos, now only held painful memories for him. He had gotten so used to the Winchesters coming to visit on a regular basis, that it physically hurt to know that they would never be coming to stay again. Hell, he couldn't even enter the upstairs bedroom that he kept on reserve for the boys because of the stress it induced…so much so to the point he felt as if he were having a heart attack every time he entered the room.

Walking into the kitchen, Bobby placed his duffle on the table and then trudged over to the cabinet to grab the canister of coffee that rested on the top shelf, he needed a good strong dose of caffeine. If he were honest with himself, he would have much preferred a strong shot of whiskey, but he wouldn't allow himself to fall into that trap that John Winchester had upon his wife's death. He would not allow alcohol to tarnish the memory he had of John's youngest knowing what it had did to the kid's father.

Putting the coffee on to percolate, he sat at the table and grabbed one of the tabloids that he had picked up on the way home. It was time to find himself another hunt. As much as Bobby loved restoring and working on cars, his main mission in life now was to avenge Sam Winchester. All those bastards that had escaped from hell with Lucifer's rising were going to curse the day they decided to take the life of a Winchester.

TBC So, will Castiel be able to bring Sam out of the catatonia, or will it take something more? I know I need to get my other stories updated...but this chapter was just begging to be posted. More on the others very soon.